Writing etched in sand
Hieroglyphs sketched by hand …by
Nature… and by man
Raucous sound of birds…
no worse… the catastrophe… of
poorly chosen words
so easy now…To
learn… what seemed so hard to learn
Long ago…somehow
Nothing makes one yearn
Like Winter…for the warm glow
Of summer sunburn
Confucius say “too
Many haiku…in one day
Makee man cuckoo”
! ! ! Warning! ! ! These next two haikus while written with the most purest of intentions could possibly be misconstrued by readers of… shall we say “a depraved and lascivious nature.” Hopefully these will be interpreted in the correct, respectful and poetic manner in which you know I have intended them to be!
Redneck Confucius
say “ most blondes fakee…gottee
Dark hair by crackee”
Life has a way of
Shrinking a man…What’s odder?
So does cold water! !
I hope my haikus
Don’t offend you…I was bored…
Nothing else to do! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem