I poke the moon

 with a stick 

in the pond 

 

My mind

reminds me to sleep 

my eyes ignore

lingering scent 

of the night brings me 

to sleep

Lighted bright 

 the night pretends 

like a day

homecoming

my impatient shadow 

reaches before me

the stars blink 

when the moon kisses 

the cloud

Despite the lamppost 

The street longs for 

presence of moonlight

that night when 

tadpoles dance away 

old frog’s final night

Near to the end

the old frog longs for 

the tadpoles

Little red

Embrace the rain 

fearless

I let go of 

wind in my tummy

 With last night rain

I arrange 

A sound proof room for 

a farting friend

night falls

heads on the pillow 

ideas float

I make a frog 

into a 

haiku

frog haiku

my thoughts 

Leap

eyes, half open 

I replied your 

messages

my pet frog 🐸 

finishes its book today 

in my pocket

after drowning 

in the wine glass

the frog burps !

how shitty  

my butt stuck at 

the toilet bowl

haiku stream 

choked up with 

rubbish

a skylark 

bathes in a puddle 

naked

a rose
between the pages
 a story untold

Shanghai

blurry like a 

daydream 

memories, like

drawings on the beach 

carried away by waves of age 

with happy bubbles 

beer shows its happiness 

on the surface 

hands lifting weights
legs cycling and running
a busy gym

an evening
cloud show
with magic colours

when talk is cheap 

I put my effort 

In my doing

to be in harmony 

my body is bribed with 

food and sleep

chores of life 

may I be excused

to follow my dreams

to catch
the flying time
I wear a watch

dear fog

I cannot see 

the road ahead 

missing 

the sips of haiku 

in a glass of Gin 

Gin or beer 

not making up my mind 

I stand at the bar

to warm my heart 

I think of 

brandy on the rock 

sipping Gin 

composed a haiku of

the smell of a drunkard 

left alone, two of us

followed the bird couple

heralds of the mountain 

climbing Mount Kinabalu 

I think of Basho 

and cherry blossoms 

up to the summit 

today I hope to see stars 

before the sun rises

from the summit

waterfall finds its way

down the alleys

covered up 

under the wings

little moth sleeps

mountain flowers

shy away and hide

under the leaves

heavier steps

soaked in the cold rain

icy cold feet

Little skylark 

welcomes us to

Mount Kinabalu

tanka 1

keep in contact always

sharing moments of travel 

streams of our words

in private virtuality 

our friendship has begun

Ranka with Roger Watson

thoughts

like marbles under my pillow 

steal my sleep

though blinded by stars

the gift of sleep comes

winter nights

even the lice on my cat 

are awake

yet shooting stars streak

across the summer sky

my forehead 

sparks with sweat 

in summer nights

the chill wind blowing outside

rattles the icicles on my window

 1. Stupas in Bagan
     reflect their history
     in silence.

2. a kind sunbeam
    lets tear drops on her face
    spark fearlessly.

3. among busy cars
    children beg for money
    on the road of Burma
 
4. Yangon
     is painted red by
     betal-nuts-eaters

5. the true face
    of the clown is hidden
    under his grin.

a tiny puddle

with pride,reflects the sky

while it lasts.

a strong wind

makes dead leaves alive 

as it lives.

The grass 

shares its morning dew

on my feet.

a cloud 

shelters the mountain 

atop.

Kite in the sky

the string in my hands 

holds its fate.

the chimes gurgles 

with the breeze 

spit into the wind.

last night rain 

like a talkative wife 

disturbed my sleep.

the sun is up

my shadow 

lies flat.

a busy bee

buzzing on for food

annoys my ears.

dusky skies

fireflies dancing 

frogs croak.

Mustaches on his chin 

move up and down 

as he talks.

stupas in Bagan

reflecting their history 

in silence.

waves giggles

at dizzy ships

barely moving.

flute whistles

at the old man's mouth

seagulls dance.

Alas! a vine

acting like a snake

stopped my running.

The grass shares

Its morning dew 

on my feet.

madly 

falling for silence 

I am aged.

silence is gold

when everything is 

in harmony.

celebrating 

the silence

I make no sound.

the poet 

celebrates little things 

like a child.

my companion

the sound of my breath 

in and out.

silence amplifies 

the sound of dew drops 

the loudest at night.

silent nights

her teeth grinding 

I wish to be deaf.

like mirrors

his haikus reflect

upon himself.

basho

writes haikus

in my brain.

with waving branches
The tree whispers to the wind
Good morning, darling.

Forgiving steps and shit
The grass still feeds the bird
With arms open.


with fading color
My shoes wait faithfully
For our next run.


Sitting face to face
Television is too shy
sofa waits and waits.


sky-touching buildings
start to sing a lively song
welcoming the sun.


feet grounded
the buildings stand in silence
for the sky has a black mood.


embracing dead leaves
the pavement whispers
may you rest in peace.


toilet bowl giggles
When urine drips into it
signaling the drain.

10k race haiku!

10K race tonight
I know you can do it right
just take it easy.

army camps haiku!

flooded army camps
oily water and smelly drains
thunderstorms its way.

summer house haiku!

it is summer now
cozy, comfy, summer house
Buddha at the door.

3 frogs haiku

3 frogs in the pond
they are big, shy and fast ones
male, female, no clue.

frog haiku!

a green grass frog pond
I saw a frog swimming there
with "plop" it is gone.

a frog from coach's frog pond.

intimacy haiku.

Intimacy, sex
some said real pleasure of life
does it still matter.

curiosity haiku!

curiosity
to know more about Justine
has made me read on.

Justine Haiku.

Justine, a woman
full of mystery and life
is hard to describe.

day-dream haiku

a day-dreaming mind
floats along the waves of clouds
a million-worth thought.

mental illness haiku!

schizophrenia
suicidal tendency
hallucination.

John Forbes Nash, a Nobel Prize–winning mathematician who was diagnosed with schizophrenia., 

Brain haiku!

occipital lobe
medualla oblongata
temporal fossa.

medical haiku.

oliguria
renal insufficiency
hyperkalaemic.

renal system haiku!

the vasca recta
with contercurrent exchange
balance chemicals.

crazy haiku!

haikuing is fun
addicted and amusing
syllables, crazy.

busy coach haiku.

coach, super busy
reading, listening, typing
with all at one go.

virgin train haiku!

virgin, the first class
stretching his tall legs all out
enjoying his wine.

aphasic haiku!

global aphasic
unable to understand
starts a whole new world.

color haiku!

sweet smile, bitter life
though the grass seems greener there
prefer sour life here.

drunk haiku!

A Gin and tonic
Promise me two beers a day
Brandy on the rock.

My first drawing haiku!

I wanted to draw

I choose to draw an apple 

I hope it looks fine.

Writer's haiku

the true writer whose 

freedom beyond boundaries

nourishes our souls!

Painter's haiku

A painter whose stroke

can make every scene alive, light

and colours our guide!

idiom haiku 6

I remind you, it

comes with the territory

just suck it and see.

idiom haiku 5

all over the shop

They said to me that I am

One, Jack of all trades

idiom haiku 4

I have no brass neck

I just cut my teeth here first

La la land, no thanks.

idiom haiku 3

If the coast is clear

Different kettle of fish

It is sky diving.

tongue twister haiku

Santa's short suit shrunk

say it quick, not twisting tongue

Santa's short suit shrunk!

idiom haiku 2

Be off the radar

cyberchondriac, mind game

air kissing click-bait.

idiom haiku 1

no matter what, I

wear my heart upon my sleeves

and thou shall be pleased.

conversation haiku

thought-provoking thought

supposed only doctorates

know how to converse.

Bomb Haiku

Bombs blast all around

Served well since Song Dynasty

May you rest in peace.