Roadkill

murder of crows

planked carrion

a family banquet

Road Food

a murder of crows

and fresh roadkill

Hamburger Supreme

mortal condition

my nose runs

belly growls

skin itches

feet smell

wanderlust

touring all of the world

without leaving my home,

I pity the wanderluster.

Haiku Boner

Showing no regret

the mother cat gets

her kittens lost

WINE

"Open and fill yourself with the wine that is your life.
Pass it around; pass it to me first." Rumi (1207-1273)

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Themes/Wine.htm

December 24

freezing fog

vanishing

Sun Shining

HAIKU / SENRYU

"If it is man within the world, it is HAIKU.
If it is the world within the man, it is SENRYU"
-Anita Virgil: 'one potato,two potato'

ATTICA SOLSTICE 2009

Winter Solstice Sunrise

seen from Cape Saunio

by Temple of Poseidon,

He, the Earth-Shaker.


http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap091223.html

The Fairies by Wm. Allingham (1824-1889)

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.

High on the hill top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
He's nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;

Or going up with music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.

They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow;
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake.

By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there.
Is any man so daring
As to dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!


by William Allingham

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Allingham

SIXTEEN POEMS http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/16839

My translation from the Ancient Greek of ANACREONTA #53

When I push my way into a throng of young men,
my youthful vigor returns, and then, I must dance;
although an old man, I turn into a bird on the wing;
then I am totally crazy; I am in an euphoric frenzy:
Hand me a garland! I want to be clad in a beast pelt!
Grey old age is at this moment far from me,
and I shall dance as a youth among youths.
Some one bring me the harvest wine of Bacchus,
so the god may see for himself the strong old man:
who has learned to celebrate;
who has learned to carouse;
who has learned to gracefully be mad.


For those who may be interested I'll be posting the Greek original to my other Classics blog, http://nekkidass.blogspot.com
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anacreontea

MARTIAL EPIGRAM 1 : 91

CARMINA TUA NON EDAS
CARPIS MEA CARMINA LAELI
CARPERE VEL NOLI NOSTRA VEL EDE TUA

My translation:
Whilst never publishing poems of your own,
you find fault with mine, Laelus milad:
so either quit knocking ours,
or show yours out in public.

[footnote: Mark Valery Martial, born 40 A.D.]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martial

Haiku Boner

FLEETING

SLEETING

GREETING