Haiku Senryu: I like you like this

I like you like this
Flower, silky-smooth dewed moist
Freshly feminine


©2012 j.a.o.a.

How your star guides me
O’er pining made slight by your
Loving me so much
©2012 j.a.o.a.

Pin-up—

Pin-up—
In your gazing
Bathe gems
A drizzle of
Stars’ float
O’er night’s sea
And amid these
Hours of darkness,
Such is your
Beauty, sitting
Bored owning
Unrivaled
Exquisitely
Covetous allure
Tempting dusk
Sparkling twilight

©2011 j.a.o.a.

A friend of mine—

A friend of mine—
Shared a snapshot of
His Recently departed
German Shepherd
And I fastened
To the glossed-edged
Pictured canine.
His eyes gleamed
Life-full,
Open mouth panting
A happy time and
My mind committed the
Image to memory,
Captured the
Magnificence of this
Creature to heart,
And later as I drifted off
In a doze,
I saw the iridescence
Of his eyes
Burn like a roaring wind
afire… intrigue in
Its gaze,
mysterious noir,
Subdued and yet free for
In my trance I came to
Know his haunts and
His un-tethered roams
Spread wide devoid of
Everything ephemeral and
I realized his great forever,
Always pure and
Wonderful, arching in the
Flash through
Hours of darkness,
Fetching the moon then
Twinkling each star
With the gentlest touch of
His paws, reveling
In supernal delight as
I whimpered softly my dream


©2011 j.a.o.a.

I would like—

I would like—
To write a letter
On a sheet so
White and clear
Freshly
Laid virgin sheer.
Form each word
With brusque strokes
From my
Fountain pen
Tell of things long
And sheen,
Things no one’s ever
Told before:
surreptitious letter
In endless
Sequence of phrases,
Letter of
Suicide eyes run-wild
Passion clung in
The dead of
Night flailing life
With its
Flayed skin
Shown gloriously raw,
Brave soul
Condemned for love
At the place
Where water laps
Sonorous and
River rock
Gleams smooth slick,
Where Aragonite
Crystals form a coral
Trellis bow
Of wind-chime doves
©2008 j.a.o.a.

when you were made—

when you were made—

mounts awakened
valleys, streets and
alleys doused
in sunlight,
chatty brooks sallied
tinseling murmurs
giving passage to this
loveliest season,
and poetry showed me
how you truly are
my maddening reason

©2011 j.a.o.a.

Birds do it-

On the twelfth-hour—

In the quiet of this hour—

I ran into her

I ran into her
—
At the most importune
Time and the weirdest
Thing is that I didn't
Recognize her, so I asked
Myself seeing her
At a glance, who is
She that inspires these rare,
Undeniable
Feelings; her annals are
Not recorded in the files
Of my past; there is
No mental document that
Can be used to decrypt
Her identity, and
Thoughts of her flew by
Like a wayward bird
Lost in the convolutions of
When I'd known someone
No longer in the here and now
But only in the empty,
Shell where everything once
An obsession is fossilized
And I ponder
In how many hearts
Will I be mere vestige of
A bygone affection,
Place where there is neither
Ache or angst but only
Transformation in continuum,
Night and day,
Dark and light,
Warmth and chill, all in
A bottomless funneling fusion
©2010 j.a.o.a.

Days gone graying

Days gone graying

—

An old man’s notice
Trivial tinges without

Fixating on things
Yet new spring holds fast

Bright green foliage turns bright
Effervescing light

Aptly piercing spurts of
Hope for a better next time

Passing a tin cup,
Help me hand raises

Lost tears burned dry the eyes cry:
His name was love, once

On the stripped cot
Alas the last gasp….

All that claims his flesh leaves the
Dream that held his soul

©2011 j.a.o.a.

The moon turns