- dribbling milk
on baby’s chin
spring snow - baby-powder the snow just keeps on falling
- snow drops–
a diaper hoard
collected - drying nappy
did quite fade away–
drifting white snowflakes - clothesline nappies
i see, when gazing out,
briefly flitting snowflakes - afternoon snowflakes
the numbers do mount up–
drying nappies - folded nappies
ceaselessly
snow falls - falling nappies
you can count them all–
snowflakes - unfolding nappy
indistinguishable is
Heaven’s clouds - soiled nappies blossoms i should not tread
- meadow nappies
gazing from afar
withered chrysanthemums
Tag: Mouth
2023 AWAKENING xxxix
- breast milk
these circles of
snowdrops - summer snow—
i pay attention to
dribbling breast milk - twisting
a sweat-stained chemise—
summer rain - breast milk
falls but fails to linger…
summer snow - breast-feeding snow is still a’falling
- summer avalanche—
breast milk
weighs heavily - summer snow—
bare breast covered
with breast milk - breast milk…
departing winter’s
very tracks - breast milk…
snow dribbles
about the breast - breast milk…
white-waves marked in
gravity - breast milk…
white threads
twined from droplets
2023 AWAKENING xxiv
- pink flood
all pregnancy tests
prove positive - spring flood
purchasing many
pregnancy tests - spring flood
too many pregnancy tests
in the bag - spring drizzle
i go out to buy
pregnancy tests - pink mist
in plain sight for all to see…
pregnancy test - pink rain–
not at all bothered
by expecting confirmation - pink flood
the many views of
pregnancy tests - spring flood
too many brands
of pregnancy tests - pink snow
pregnancy tests
laid perfectly straight - pink avalanche
anxious lovers
crossing their fingers
251. pregnancy tests —
the straight gaze
of thick moonlight
2023 AWAKENING xxi
*of course no Haiku can be complete without a few fart jokes 😉
- spring breeze
through the night
gentle breathing - full moon
the distance
of a baby’s fist - scattered clouds
on the floor
soiled nappies - scarlet light
restless mother scratches
her breast - summer avalanche
from the changing table
nappies fall - a farting contest
between twins…
heated wind - heated wind–
no incense
just farts - breath of wind —
mother and child’s
fart contest - hints of wind
blown away
by baby’s farts - lashing winds —
from the crib
baby’s farts - autumn wind
the whine
of baby’s farts
KISSING HER
He cupped the nape of her slender neck, held her still while he bore his mouth down on hers for a kiss that always seared down to his toes.
Before he could pull himself away, she forced herself up onto her toes, her breasts pressing against his chest, his arms wound around her waist, his fingers slid down nearly contacting her ass.
He pulled away, leading her to the back door. ‘Leave at once! You cannot remain here in my home!’
‘If it pleases you, my husband.’ She passed him, a breath away from his lips on her way out. Her cascade of raven hair swayed seductively with each step.
WHEN YOU TOUCH ME
soft moans illicit
steely erection of prick
towel rubs his senses
haiku
MONEY JAR
DVERSE – POETS PUB CHALLENGE: QUADRILLE # 14
Outside her window
sits a jar.
Sheer curtains
sway a silhouette;
laughter becomes
invisible.
She loosens her blouse;
a wink, a lick of those lips,
head tilts towards
to utter jarring words,
‘want to see more?’
‘Yes,’ I growl.
‘Give me all your money.’
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SUGAMAMA
Spices fill your turn-style racks
Utensils tall, tall as the eyes can see
are stacked upon granite, ice skate counters.
Grinders and graters can be found up, up high
into your Himalayan cupboards
Ah, SugaMama, let us make some cakes.
We will mingle with the eggs,
galvanize the oils – essential –
butter and splash us the white stuff.
Add in a few spoons full of sugar
and pinch that salt.
Hold me as I mould the goo batter
into sculptures of tropical birds
and galaxy stars.
Ah, SugaMama lets make gummy cakes,
flaky biscuits and sticky-finger tarts.
Lets gather our mouth-watering treasures
and travel to the park.
We can sprawl, yeah spread it –
sit under mighty trees and listen to the chorus
of crows cawing and plotting their murder
while we swipe away dribbled frosting
from on our sweet-smelling innocent fingers.
SugaMama shall we fluff up our blue blanket
and hit it? Head for the sky? Pretend
that we’re sitting on our own slice of cloud –
smiling and laughing –
point at the doe with her young babe springin’
watch them as they explore the buttercups.
SugaMama, o’ SugaMama gazing eyes
of hypnotic swirl, melting my chocolate,
strawberry and butter-cream.
The swirls Mama, those magical whipped whirls.
Lets catch a ride and travel to the stars.
To the scrumptious cosmic pixies waitin’ for us –
I just know it.
Bug celestial eyes and fiery, gaseous curls.
SugaMama can’t you see them?
Can we dance with them, SugaMama?
Bat your eyelids at their shimmering nova dress.
Twinkling pearls, are those ash-trailing asteroids
around their slender necks?
SugaMama, o’ sweet-smiling SugaMama,
lets tap naked with our naked feet,
snap happy fingers and watch the showering stars
come crashing when we crash –
it’s the sugar, Mama.
madasahatter572 