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Haiku 2, January 2011

Shintai Haiku Selections

 
First Place
 
        I play piano
        to chase away the blues
        from my humble house

Howard Lee Kilby
 
Second Place
 
        hair strand
        divides her
        smile
 
Snehith Kumbla 
 
Third Place
 
        icy winter day
        refusing his brown hand
        she slips again

Victor P. Gendrano


        I tip my hat
        whenever
        the wind insists

ayaz dary nielsen


Seven Honourable Mentions (In no particular order)
 

       Christmas snow 
can angels dance
on a pinhead?

Chen-ou Liu

 
Musky perfume
open unsleeping eyes--
drowsy sweetness

R.K.Singh

 
amateur night
a candle melting into
candle remains

John Stevenson 
 





                         Zatsuei, or Haiku of Merit

a marble Christ
stained glass sunlight
over his woe
 
Alexander Ask
 
red poppies--
a gentle breeze 
blows across the minefield
 
Alan S. Bridges
 
clear sky
a sick vulture all alone
in the tree
 
Rosa Clement
  
shot guns 
a flock of birds flies
without scattering
 
Rosa Clement
 
  street puddle
the crow drinks a few drops
of sky
 
Rosa Clement
 
railroad yard
a beggar
wrapped in cardboard
 
Raffael de Gruttola
 
 
day lilies -
alongside the vase
yesterday's petals
 
Peggy Heinrich
 

On a city street
the baby squirrel hesitates
and I catch my breath.

Anne Hills
 
  paper birch
paper wasp
papyrus
 
Elizabeth Howard
 
 
grandpa at the beach -
    watches waves come and go
    come and go, come .....
 
vishnu p kapoor

 
 

war memorial
the soldier's shadow covers
another soldier
 
Rosa Clement
 
dental waiting room
I numb my worries
with stale news

William Hart
 
holding the flower 
in the middle of its being -
the red poinsettia 
 
Priscilla Lignori 
 

stray cat,
sleeping with our
easy-going mutt

ayaz dary nielsen 



(In no particular order)


curlews
bringing wildness
to the wilderness

Sean MacMathuna
 
 
gravestones
for sale
in snow

john martone
 
stand naked
leafless frosty branches;
life almost squeezed

Aju Mukhopadhyay
 
winter, a phase
of life, comes to lead it
to fulfilment

Aju Mukhopadhyay
 
sunset..
shadows forgetting
daytime discretions

ayaz dary nielsen 
 
shafts of sunlight —
his fingers trace
her skin

Nirali Shah
 
 
Time to talk
to the inner child--
baby sitting

R.K.Singh
 
 
November
    one of these days
         one of those days

John Stevenson 


        Wanting a poem
        I lie in bed just barely 
        Aware of birdsong


Elizabeth Strand







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