~Haikus, Tankas and Rengas~

white-clouds's Renga

2 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Little man's quite mad,
Not a great cause to be sad,
For, ¡He's really bad!



Canines—I have four,
Ivory their gleam,—Rippers,
Hidden behind lips.

Tamed wolves—company,
Trekked with us across ice floes,
Hunted mastodon,

In a symbiosis long,—
Slept inside our caves and fires,
Learned to be our truest friends.


Green—Your rolling breasts,
Turquoise you came forth from sea,
Mermaid—Algae—Queen.



In another world,
Mind finds—Time—to heal itself,
Start each day anew.



Roller-coaster slide,
Accelerations quite diverse,
Our life's universe.​

 

not sure yet Renga

2 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

So few dreams take wing,
Red,—If they must go; Then,—Red,
Bleeding down my cheeks.

Life's a canticle,
Mind memorized faint refrain,—
Forgot,—Its meanings.

Hell loves company,
Comes a calling every day,
Somewhere deep inside.

Everything is gone,
Black sun frozen up in sky,—
Death fond visitor.

God's little envoys,
Precious gems in many forms,
Fluid life adorn.
In his ignorance man scorns,
Many things if they're not porn.

Solar flux pulses,
Oceans beat with Moon's love pull,
Universes's Hearts.

No better blind man,
Than Ego in His splendor,—
He sees only Him.

Ashes scattered wide,
Into prairie grasses wild,
Horses trample—¡Fire!

Merry-go-round spins,
¿Which pretty horse was my seat?
In a stupor,—¡Swirl!

We carry deep past,
Eons back to tribolite,—
But,—Each one,—is new.

You express so well,
All the strangeness of our hearts,—
Weird deceiving star.

OMG—¿How so?
A prophetess You sent down,—
But, we won't listen.

In sloth we do troth,
Looking for glinting gold specks,
Sold—Little man's heart.

Jesus revolted,
Wanted purity for man,—
¿Who the Hell was He?

People think Eden,
Was a story tale for kids,—
Purgatory this.​

 

Renga

2 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Gibbous moon found sun,
Flowing danced a bit at 'morn,
Happiness—not porn.

Resonating Heart,
Inscribed F-grooves send forth sound,—
Wroth Fate rips apart.

Warm soft rain—sad tears,
Assuage gently memory,—
Love's resurrection.

¿How to build ourselves?—
Even when all life crashes,
Hope—Never dashes.

Friendship—True mirror,
Allows us to reveal soul,
At last,—Seeing self.

How to reconcile,
What should be trust, but is hate,—
Love will never hit.​

 

Renga

2 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

¿How can my Left feel,—
When it analysis loves?
Right it is sings songs.

Figaro sings love,
In a lusty, feisty way,—
Plain and simple heart.

La Wally despairs,
Catalani lets her sing,—
Hopeful song of love.

Puccini's Butter—. . .
¿How can the Soul not take flight?—
¿Is that Heart's flutter?
Wild,—Fond Heart's stutter.
Wild,—Fond Heart stutters.​

 

2 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

I don't have t.v.,
Ignoramus—blissfully,
Still see too much world.


Carnivores devour,
Things that have a certain stench,
Man—Quite omnivore.



Faces—grimaces,
Traces—Grim aces dealt out,
In love's poker game.

(¿In love's poker, gain?)



Work of Art
Creation's true art,
Action momentary,—Love's,
Actions temporary loves.
Perpetuating.



If fate had both spun,
Entwined—plunged, then current swum,
¿Would life have begun?


Sky's wroth with choices,—
For He doth love both extremes,—
Loth to pick just one.



Two brained—Two faced man,
One looks forward—One looks back,
Future reaches past.



Escalating beats,
Rising—Falling—Crescendos,
Humming heart joy songs.​

 

Renga

2 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Dark despair exists,
Self-medication persists,
Love at times assists.



Simple things,—All tell,
If we'd only listen well,
As clear,—as brass bell.



May a bright North star,
Always guide you;

May you always find,
A clear wide road;

May your friends always,
Affirm your dreams;

As you wander through,
This life of fears.



Lyricism's wrap,
Details gently revealing,—
Soothes sadness profound.



Words not said or heard,
Misunderstanding falls hard,
Broken—Brittle heart.

Not telepathy,—
Prescient kind empathy,
Moves in sympathy.

When mind halts—Silence.
Sensations stop—Entering.
Soul's quiet temple.



Persephone,—¿Or?
Pluto or Hades confused,—
Love in-under-world.

Yes, there's something strange,
Flitting lightning bug's light-flight,
When two hearts alight.

¿Where are all the notes?
To a song that's only writ,—
¿Who can make it sing?
​

 

Achromatic Cranes

3 January 2004
Corpus Christi, Texas

winged time brings winter
upon us, gilt sun grows cold:
how it longs for flame!

Snowy cranes mate once,
Sharing lifetime's warming love,—
¿What of permanence?

heart-o-mine, sweet love
soars 'cross saffron majesties—
i look ever-East.

Every thing I love,
Silent golden sets in West,—
But, I am far,—East.

and the moon flowers
above love and I— the cranes
forget formation.

A thousand wings bloom,
Crossing gibbous flower moon,—
Shimmering their beats.
Inside each,—Pounding strong hearts,
Flying towards,—Spring time hearths.

Asymmetric heart's
Formation's dispersed skywards,—
Blending with white clouds,—

Shifting gossamer.​

 

Flower Garden—Renga

4 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Perennial rose,
Perfuming love—Soul and Heart,—
Illusion's rhyme.

White deutzia,
Puckering woman soul,—Smiles,
Warm wet winding kiss.

Nymph—Lust's musks exudes,
Touches—Kisses
Love's passions—Tortures.

Achromatic hues,—
Anachronic chrome dark blues,
Acrimony sues.

anesthesia
aesthetic,—remove from me
all love's pink illusions.

¿What tall cascade's flow,
Could cool heart's red ardent flames?
Fanned,—By soft whispers.

Fingers, dipped—Clear pool,
Leaving no impressions long,
¿What happened, fair love?

Tintinnabulate,—
Roof's rain funambulating,
Beating playfully.

Broken wings ne'er fly,
Comets streak in black night sky,
Angel's majesty

To be happy,—Self,
Is one measure of success,—
Often leads to love.

Fresh white garlic bulb,
Dark reposed in clay bowl days,—
Green shoots sprouted cloves.

Even Orpheus,—
Magician of song and harp,—
Looks back when love doubts.

Siren enchantress,
Odysseus could not bear,—
For ceding to ear.

(Proceeding to hear.)

¿Doth moon's reflection,
Lack luster for Her mirror?
¿Doth She not rule night?

Little cannibals,
But we hide it from ourselves,
Eat cow meat instead.

Rain brought down rose tears,
Permeated all the world,
With your touch now gone.​

 

Jasmine Flowering—Renga

5 January 2004
Corpus Christi, Texas

Ranting, dribbling—man,
Old, demented—in small town,
Discovers he's mad.
But, this was no breaking news,
For his heart was already.
Now his soul is All—Ready.

Of Fame—¿What to say?
I saw that coward running,—
Far & fast from Love.

Jinn Spirit flew far,
With her blooming garden shy,—
Oh—The moon so bright.

She knows not Self's I,
Languorous pallor reflects,
Melancholy's love.
Melancholy Love.
Melancholy—Love.

¿Lonely?—¡Not pale moon!
Billions enthralled worship her,
Not so poor wan heart.
Not so poor,—wan heart.
Not so, poor wan heart.

Adorned by a star,
Half-moon grins, smiles & laughs,—
At great distances.

Brian said his wife,—
¡Lymphatic cancer!
¡Blood sugar!—6 months pregnant,
PhD in 9.
Missing from her heart is angst,
Or, doubts about a long life.

otomo-tick mE,
robo-tick U,—wistfully,
bodo-mind diss-cuss.

I feel,—I'm mortal
(I feel,—Immortal.)
Orange-Purple morning clouds,
Fresh ground coffee warms.

Dualities crop,
Antipodes of sour & sweet,—
Citrus tang life's song.

Quick wit's whittling sword,
Yojimbo—The Bodyguard:
At the gates of Hell.​

 

Weather, So Arctic Cold—Rengas

6 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Baboon eats mango,—
Trades banana for love too,
Just like humans do.

Beautiful, I'm sure,—
Two big clear lucid eyes bright,
Find answer in—Side.
For Out-side can never tell,
which-Side will have true in-Sight.

Gingerbread man melts,
Dipped in warm milky kisses,
Hunger—Spicy tongue.

Only fools can say,
With holy certainty bray,—
How the Heart will lay.

Indeterminate,
Child in womb's formation,—
Until mother bathes,
In hormonal unction,
Spectrum'd sexuality.

Earth burps carelessly,
Earthquake shatters—Thousands die,
Earth's scale cannot feel.

Jasmine bloom,
Arctic wilderness,—
Sun melts both.

¿Is not end of love,
Truly universe's fall?—
Absolute zero.

Enough work this life,
To solve our own inner world,—
Leave for God the rest.

¡See Ya!—¡Go-in' Now!
¡Hasta la vista Baby!
So long,—¡It's been nice!

So many years now,
All I've given is mind,—
¿Will e'er I dare more?

10 little fingers,
into music, into math,—
decadigit love.

minutiae's place,
petals in a blooming rose,—
mind unbounded—vase.

¡Incendiary!
¡What dry tinder Love could be!
¡Spontaneously!​

 

Ultimate Schuyler's Renga

6 January 2005

Corpus Christi, Texas

Tu visión pasó,
Andando por la calle,—
Entonces callé.

Lachrymosity,
As her tears slowly unwind,
Down two dusty hills.

Girlfriend's betrayal,—
Since love is no game or play,
¿Where does true heart lay?

Hemoglobin red,
Needs more oxygen for bed,—
Energy's all bled.​

 

I Didn't, ¡Think!—Renga

8 January 2005

Corpus Christi, Texas

Sleep—warm darkness mine,
Slumber—woos day's worried life,
On a bed—supine.

Twisting—Fast closed locks,
Churning, Marking time heart clocks,—
Indicating socks.

Unbearable cross,
For any mortal to toss,
Little man's frail dross.

¿What is in a look?
That so perfect, heart does spook,—
¿When my love is took?

Centipede of leaves,
Palm tree blown warm tropic breeze,—
Hair hovers,—She's near.
Fair lover's dear heart.

¿Is sorrow sadness?
¿What is sadness to the rich?
¿What is being rich?

Spinnaker balloon,
Float-twirl-orange in blue sky,—
Sun—Moon—Maple leaf.

i had x—ta-c,
etc., . . . & then—u
split mi hart in 2.

¿What's there at the end?
Images in argent flat,—
Staring back at life.

Purring warmth enfolds,
Roaring fire—¡pop hot! chestnuts,—
Almond chocolate.

Breathe me into you,
Draw my soul into your heart,
With your vampire love.



On a spider web,
Crystal pendant water drops,
Sparkling with May sun.


Dripping fountain pen,
Black drops filling up white space,—
Rorschach symmetry.



Rasping, gasping pen,—
Ink well running dry—traces,
Brittle parchment skins.


zkribel-zkribel mad,
in kaligrafi so-red,
¿Wutz goin insid?



roasted cocoa,
toasted on a coaster oats,
terra-cotta broth.


ketchup cures it all,
it's the perfect drink for tea,—
with vodka,—quite clear.



If your love's a pain,
Something must be going on,—
Use a lubricant.​

 

Kinesthetic Hiatus—Renga

9 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Conversation's halt,
Inside hearts—tears taste of salt,—
Souls measure moon's alt.

A little word—luv,
Seldom said in ways that Love,
Leaves us but to prove.

Day's tender rays glance,
Penetrating ways askance,—
Tinder for Love's dance.

I waited so long,...
Rippled whispers soft & fond,—
Clear and still Heart's pond.

Coffee morning song,
Caustic cigar afternoon,—
Love's a bitter brew.​

 

Dance—Renga

9 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

To hold in motion,
Close—Swaying to a rhythm,—
Hard & soft & both.

(So flows emotion)
(Two mold in motion)
(Strong felt emotion)
(Day molts in motion)
(Heart melt emotion)

In a tantric dance,
Mesmerizing movements rife,—
I could live a life.

When you brush your breasts,
Soft as feathers 'cross my chest,—
Dancing ecstasy.

Fingers entwine mine,
Intoxicating whirls—wine,—
Sensations of you.​

 

Rambling Musings—Renga

9 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Sealed their beginning,
Wax imprint her lips on his,—
Eternal—moon sleeps.

He sounds like a bum,
But you caught his idle hum,—
You're no toy to strum.



Subtle cheek on cheek,
Effulgent chest on chest warm,—
A prelude, perhaps . . .



All the little specks,
Nucleate storm rainfall drops,
¿What is it makes tears?



Two arms—circle make,
Surrounding—Enveloping,—
Fulfilling life's song.



¿Nymphomaniac?
In my youth a satyr was,—
Now, wrinkled white-haired.



Delirious whirl,
Your fang's venom makes heart birl,—
¡What strange dance this twirl!


Melancholy gray,
Filling up winter's pale day,
Ashen,—Death's slow shay.

Maple—clock—unwinds,
Cloud, cover or not seasons,
With fond greens and reds.


Rose thorn—Green adder,
Pronged points bitter drawing blood,—
Beauty's silent kiss.

Max Bruch's #2,—
Scalpel blades of joy stipple,
Violin—rippling.​

 

Burning Pyre—Renga

9 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

No better blind man—
One, who doesn't seeing want,
Won't hear glad Pan's pipe.

Deaf—despairs of Love,
Sound's chamber echoing fair,—
Intimacy's touch.

Listening,—can't hear,
Traces cast by glistening,—
Moon's persuasions fond.

Expressions subtle,
Impressions in the wind by wing,
Whisper through the moor.

Jumbled thoughts tangle,
Sawing through dead wood,—gray sky,
Winter drizzle fizz.

Fire pops & whistles,—
Old things burning crackle,—
All's combustible.

Green wood shrivels up,
Steaming out its ends expires,
Heat cares not if youth.

Black dogs sit near me,
Hot fire consumes detritus,—
Ashes from the sun.

Orange magic flame,
Enraptured Death's gold wick—Sun,
Lighting up my night.

Blue smoke—yellow flame,
Prophecy wavering bright,—
Shifting instances.

Every purpose still,
Each thing turned brittle ash,
Meanings all removed.
There's no sadness at the end,
Every thing once loved its life.

Glowing ash flies up,
Carried by an errant breeze,
Dispersing red, end.​

 

Tuesday 10Jan05—Renga

10 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

palate cleft freezing,
fissure splitting into two,—
ripping mind apart.


Gently chewing bits,
Trituration softly grinds,—
Swallowing hard, pits.



Add sun's yellow bits,
Bright green favorite,—sweet lifts,
Summer's streaming life.


Epiphytic sheen,
Variegated forms and blooms,
Praising nature's boon.


Tuesday came and slid,
I know not where it has hid,
Fugacious time's lid.​

 

It's 'Really' Tuesday—Renga

11 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Infinity's swell,
There's so much to tell,—
Zero,—that, can't yell.



¿Scatological?
Or, ¿Eschatological?—
Comic out—¡The End!
(Coming out the end.)



Not just 1 haiku,
¡But, a renga of 7!
Like a fine etude.


Quite old is fiddle,
But, Nero did fire diddle,
No one could piddle.



Hyenas growl—howl,
Carrion lovers—vultures,
Hover with a scowl.


Monday,—thought Tuesday,
Irreverent my calendar,
All the days a blur.
Irrelevant all time's marks,
Minutes prey like rabid sharks.​

 

Wednesday 12Jan05—Renga

12 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

miniscule sliver,
silver,—briefest arc,—smiling,—
rounded rest so black.


Shocking—God sawed high,
Blanched sawdust drenched down so light,—
Soft as cotton wads.


Shattering crystals,
Slanting sunlight's gleaming rays,
Yellow slivers—daze.
Shivers—frozen river lays,
Shimmers—white land without ways.



said cold to hot,-¡no!
¡i will not¡ melt for your whims,
static—frozen—ice.



Weird white image cut,
Pressed down on winter's cold crisp,—
Desire for lace dream.
​

 

Eirien and Edraith's Renga

13 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

I had not meant this,
To cry so many tears,—¿Why?
I know,—no answer,
(I know no answer)
But, redemption is your own,
And, purity is inner.

Clouds so gentle wrap,
All this pain and all this joy,—
Blanched soft gossamer.


Inside,—frozen heart,
Congealed all sanguinity,—
While white world doth melt.



Icy patterned lace,
Red blood intersticial face,
After edge's cut.

Barbed wire cage you made,
¡O sweet dame you caught me tame!
Bound in steel—so lame.


Patient,—love doth wait,
(Patient love doth wait)
Heart that dwells for perfection,—
(Heart's dwelling of perfect grace)
Fulfillment's circle.
(Circle of fulfillment)



Nature tricks mothers,
Compels them to seek others,—
Else species smothers.
Yet, thinking like a brother,
Life alone should not bother.​