American poets are slaves to stupid forms; what's wrong with Haikus? Beatniks created it; I will kill it. I, a rebel poet, too. My rebellion is form; I defy the generation herefore me. For when poetry has no chains, only then can it truly be free.
Tag: Haiku
Poetry is Listening; Haiku
Reading a poem is About listening to its Author's deepest thoughts.
The Snow; Tanka Plus Haiku
One of my favorite Things is to see the bright light When a winter storm's Fourth-million lumens spray from The purity of the snow. Never is there so Much light than the winter's sun Off a fresh-laid snow.
Oh Eye, Thy Magic; A Haiku
Oh eye, thy magic Cast upon my busy back, Cause the hand to fail... If you like my writing, please support me by purchasing a book. Thank You.
Ride the Pookah; Haiku
A Pookah has thrown
Us on its back. We cannot
Tell it where to go.
Original Sin; Tanka + Haiku
Hell cannot hurt you
If you have never once sinned.
Original sin
Is not a sentence to hell.
Rather, it is why we die.
But who, once knowing
What is right from wrong has not
Some sin? Not a soul.
Willows Send a Strong Scent; A Tanka and Haiku
Willows send strong scent
To waters beneath their roots.
If the willow’s boughs
Splintered into a thousand
Trees, the rivers would run dry.
Therefore, success hurts
The one who’s gained the world;
Plant one tree a bough.
Understanding Grace; a Haiku
I have a bad tick.
Grace heals it until I doubt.
Grace heals it again.
Local Trust; A Haiku
The local store gets
Screwed by their contractors, who
Sell cheap to Walmart.
The Grave, Unseen; A Haiku
Go into the grave
And all memory of you
Perishes; unseen.
B. K. Neifert 