#1873 (#142)

casting my nets and

making them ripple and bulge

that is my mahi

#1872 (#141)

look ahead in time

life in a future vision

all so Populuxe

#1871 (#140)

under folded arm

my duotang shines brightly

#1870 (#139)

excruciating

getting caught with my pants down

totally morto

#1869 (#138)

discloister resent - 

let those feeling go, fly free,

take the weight away.

#1868 (#137)

diapered bedroom wall

flower patterns radiate

from ceiling to floor

#1867 (#136)

the night sky above

bajillions of twinkles

fills me with wonder

#1866 (#135)

clenched mauley in flight

too late to stop, only hope

it does not land right

#1865 (#134)

the moment he pulled

off a perfect Susie Q

i knew; i just knew.

#1864 (#133)

fussy, nice-gabbit,

impossible to cook for

tension for dinner

#1863 (#132)

those bombilate sounds

incessant as a fly stuck

in a summerhouse

#1862 (#131)

paysages from hols

that live on in memory

retrieve when needed

#1861 (#130)

the cheer, laughter, ease

and relaxation of

likeful company 

#1860 (#129)

hoaching stadium

opposing songs filling all

the remaining gaps

#1859 (#128)

revealed bit by bit

a hipposandal appears

that walked watling street

#1858 (#127)

short hop trickery

a ball that has its own mind

to avoid capture

#1857

robin, white blossom:

it is always Christmas if 

you look hard enough.

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Written for the February Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Sping season word, robin.

#1856 (#126)

bing sutt aromas

(coffee, milk tea, cake, french toast,

noodles..) soothe my soul

See also: Bing sutt in Wikipedia.

#1855

the last cottage day

robin dying in my hands

(knowledge kept inside)

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Written for the February Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Sping season word, robin.

#1854 (#125)

all life can feel like

it is just legerdemain

so much feels hidden

#1853 (#124)

sky island monkeys

look out at the forest seas

and wonder, “what's there?”

#1852 (#123)

an amelled street scene:

bright coloured clothes in sunshine

along ealing road

#1851 (#122)

his rose ear in the

evening tv light as the

furball cuddles close

#1850 (#121)

Guyana banna

i remember you fondly

with your deep brown eyes