WHR‎ > ‎WHR Home‎ > ‎WHR January 2011‎ > ‎

Haiku 3, January 2011

Vanguard Haiku

First Place
 
discharged soldier
he stares at his gun’s barrel
to nothingness
 
Victor P. Gendrano
 
 
Second Place
 
what book
in which killing triumphs
do the gods read
 
Sandy Vrooman
 
 
Third Place
 
battle scarred dog
can't lick its
bleeding ear
 
Snehith Kumbla
 


Honourable Mentions 
(In no particular order)

Love entered my heart
I must have left it open
I am glad I did
 
Deborah Green
 

an orphan child
and a wounded lamb
both licking an empty bowl
 
G R Parimala Rao
 
 
slurping soba
wondering just how long
a life should be        
   
Marie Shimane



                           Zatsuei, or Haiku of Merit


blackout 
our laughter laughs 
at us
 
Nana Fredua-Agyeman
 
 
 
There you are walking
Strutting like a proud peacock
Without the feathers
 
Deborah Green
 
 
        Old warrior's end
        his medals carried
        by a boy scout
 
 John Hamley
 
 
stormy weather
I weep and laugh a little 
every day

Peggy Heinrich
 
 
a blast of sunlight
explodes on the ocean floor
a new life form stirs

Peggy Heinrich
 
 
Four deer are hanging
in warming fog, hearts opened
still gentle in death.

Anne Hills
 
 
oncology suite
the tv lady demonstrates
the whitening of teeth
 
Elizabeth Howard
 
 
  cremation :
     is it the end?
     ashes in urn
 
 vishnu p kapoor
 
 
Veterans hospital
who would think that these old men
were once young warriors

Howard Lee Kilby 
 
 
as the night moves on
to the sentenced hours, pale 
moon rides the daybreak
 
Hi-Young Kim
  
 
an empty chair
at the Nobel ceremony ...
thoughts of Tank Man

Chen-ou Liu

(note: The Tank Man is the nickname given by the international media of an young man who stood in front of a column of Chinese tanks on the morning of June 5, 1989.)

 
river bending barely
into the gold unknown
I have come from
 
Clare McCotter
 
 

 
 




his twin
lost in battle, the pain
of a phantom limb
 
André Surridge
 

 
de Chirico
the empty highway
beyond nowhere
 
Raffael de Gruttola
 





(In no particular order)


Mickey Mouse gas mask . . .
choking back laughter
our strange voices
 
Pat Prime
 
 
 
amidst the rubble
a little orphan
chews a blade of grass
 
G R Parimala Rao
 
 
 
an infant’s hand
outstretched in the rubble
waiting for mother's arm
 
G R Parimala Rao
 
 
raindrops 
a myriad fleeting nipples 
on garden pond
 
Margaret Rawlinson
 
 
they stole
ARBEIT MACH FREI
the sunless morning

Bruce Ross
 
 
a fork on the path —
we go our
own ways
 
Nirali Shah
 
 
Carrying the tomb
of unburied days:
New year

R.K.Singh
 
 
school photo
so many bright futures
lost to war
 
André Surridge 
 
silence of death
only the vultures feast
price of war

Sandy Vrooman
 
 
man as machine
totally disposable entity
to the greedy

Sandy Vrooman 
 
old man retches
grimy kettle whistles
grey dawn chorus
 
Julia Wakefield
 
 
in the busy street
two women running
opposite ways
 
Julia Wakefield
 
 
existence
in earthen jar or universe-
scale of consciousness

Aju Mukhopadhyay
 
 
harvest moon -
    even my shadow
    has a shadow

 ayaz dary nielsen

Comments