Haiku and Tonka Poems:
They're precious little diamonds Waiting to be picked † The walls are free Freedom to experiment Therefore I am free † The night fog rolls in The metal giants weep with rust Meditative high † Petals fall in hand The noon dew and vibrant red Burns a hole through heart † Look down to see sky Reflections of light through pond The rippling clouds † Graffiti's last stand The semi-wildstyle burners The ultimate font † A dog trailing behind Making love on a hilltop Under the Cresent moon † The bar has structure Support replaces envy The local scene wins † Cold and icy fall The village people make love Under the lazy sun † Paint and inspire The law has no place in art God sprays through our tips † Dews on a branch Natures tears rolls off the limbs While the flowers drink † The cold winter tree Sun beaming radiantly The leaves are missing † The stream flowing upward Like leaves back onto the branch I feel young again † Found solace in the shade The lizard changes colors Under the tree, we sat † The wall has found me Through painting I find myself Then the others look for us † Five birds flying low Swiftly through the morning fog Behind the trees they sing † Poverty Stricken They see me not when I pass Spare some change brother? † The urban street lamps Our dark sun giving us light All up in my biz † Death becomes her soon The Cadmium Blue waiting room The cold reaches in -or- Death becomes her son The Cadmium Blue flying room The cold soul grabs her † Form follows function Old Chinese calligraphy Loose and Lawlessness † Hot spring day with breeze Flower shop owned by two brothers Eating hamburgers † Morning fog rolling Atop of houses peeking through Childhood memories † Thirsty with cusps hands I sip from the cold stream Refreshingly whole † The cherry blossoms Swaying against the warm breeze Red against White making Pink † Man smiles next to women A Hippy and a Chinese girl He asks for paper † Sandy morning eyes Pouring milk into a bowl Eating cereal † The shadows moving Across the shinny wooden floor Warming up the room † The Monk drawing caps Fantastic mystic letters The kids who paint walls † Amazing children Creating an art culture Risking their lives † Colors and patterns Twisting, interconnecting bars Urban folk art † Rushing cold morning My big orange cat purring Sleeping next to me † My cat has wild stripes Curled up like an orange shrimp Crooked tail and all † Waiting forever the 5 kittens have been born and they're all orange! † On it's back, stretched out My cat near the window sil Big orange and glowing † Freezing winter nights The cat rests near the heater While I freeze to death † Freezing in my room 4 sheets with clothes on my head Called PG&E † The cold winds blowing Glass walls on the corner room Freezing winter nights † Warm, fresh and tender Millions of kisses to come My sweet young flower † For a star, a kiss Being a far, missing you Hold my pillows close † Early mid afternoon the weather was cold then hot My favorite kind † Walking till tired Sleeping under the redwood Tree Picked fruits on the way † Riding train to work Getting long stares from people My boss picks me up Tanka Poems
laying in my satin sheets holding my lover making love to her again wising it was you instead † lazy warm summer The yellowish ocher dusk no wind on my back the hairs on my skin moves about in the stillness, the zen-ness † tried to forget you ever since we went apart I miss you dearly I cant stop the visuals million kisses fill my mind † leaves are coming down entering a small job fair I'm getting nervous reaching out for a hand shake It is good to have a job † The hot summer nights the air is still near the pool sweating people stare they gather and not say much but when they do it's little † saving energy consumption by the fire mood enhancing drugs like cats soaking up the sun like dogs running on the beach Back to Main Portfolio | Contact |
