All Haikus are Welcome.

[tailor STATELY]

O civillity
Where have the chivalrous gone ?
Mothers teach your sons

[tonywalt]

Help me i am trapped
in a haiku conundrum
save me before they

[kiz_paws]

Anyone can curse
profanity not needed
think like Oscar Wilde

[tailor STATELY]

For some reason I can't edit my recent post #451 and correct a typo:

O civility
Where have the chivalrous gone ?
Mothers teach your sons

[kiz_paws]

Destructive bullies
dominate with their wallets
but you can't buy love

[kiz_paws]

Madman on the loose
lacking commonality
New York City doomed

My prayers are with all those who suffered loss/trauma, etc., in this senseless brutality...

[tonywalt]

out: sex misconduct
in: new york terrorism
vegas shooting past

[kiz_paws]

Blinded by the white
swirling dervish come what may
I have my hat on

[kiz_paws]

Bomb Alley in France
July, Nineteen Forty-Four
Rest, our dear Bjorn


This haiku is dedicated to my dad's oldest brother, (family of 11 kids, my dad is the baby) Bjorn (Barney in English).
He served as a Radio Operator for a Canadian Troop. And was shot down in what they call Bomb Alley just before midnight, July 12, 1944.
He was 22 years old.

RIP Dear One
góða nótt

[tonywalt]

When I first met you
I wore my heart on my sleeve
Now I am sleevless

[Pompey Bum]

When I first met you
I wore my heart on my sleeve
Now I am sleevless

Heh heh. Okay, brilliant on that one, Tony.

Um...

Love like a viper

[tonywalt]

Heh heh. Okay, brilliant on that one, Tony.

Um...

Love like a viper

Thanks.

[tonywalt]

Bomb Alley in France
July, Nineteen Forty-Four
Rest, our dear Bjorn


This haiku is dedicated to my dad's oldest brother, (family of 11 kids, my dad is the baby) Bjorn (Barney in English).
He served as a Radio Operator for a Canadian Troop. And was shot down in what they call Bomb Alley just before midnight, July 12, 1944.
He was 22 years old.

RIP Dear One
góða nótt

Sorry, this happened a little over a month past D day

[Pompey Bum]

Thanks.

Oh sorry, this isn't the game thread. Okay, so:

Love like a viper
Flickering a blind, red tongue
Venom seeks a heart

[Pompey Bum]

Bomb Alley in France
July, Nineteen Forty-Four
Rest, our dear Bjorn


This haiku is dedicated to my dad's oldest brother, (family of 11 kids, my dad is the baby) Bjorn (Barney in English).
He served as a Radio Operator for a Canadian Troop. And was shot down in what they call Bomb Alley just before midnight, July 12, 1944.
He was 22 years old.

RIP Dear One
góða nótt

My sympathies, kiz. So many are sacrificed so young. Carry the memory for him.