(2013)
technically, a scifaiku is not titled, but it's allowed
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
