Time for more sneezing

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Silently it starts

Fingers of gold scrape dark sky

Leaving streaks of blue.


Sweetly sung glories

Pierce morning's still silent sky

Robins greet the day.


Sun rises brightly

Warmth becomes a searing heat

The drought continues :-(


-- Tricia the Cancuk (jayles@telusplanet.net), June 29, 2002


Drowning in the South...
Wish I could send Tricia rain.
Time to build an ark!

Today was scary!
A tornado hit my block.
Thank God we were spared!

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), June 29, 2002.

Hachui! Hachui! Sneeze!

God Bless You, Gayla, down South;

Hope no more cyclones.

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (racookpe@earthlink.net), June 29, 2002.

Thank you, Robert Cook
Didn't know you could haiku. :-)
It was very good!

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), June 30, 2002.

Stars tremble unseen

in the dark velvety sky

as fireflies blink.

-- (sonofdust@fire.flies), June 30, 2002.

Besides fireflies,

moonlight shimmers on the Lake

in the cool night breeze.

-- (sonofdust@moon.light), June 30, 2002.

Fence posts, one bird each

Buzzards in black tie and tails

Road-kill buffet line

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), June 30, 2002.

The woods are all dark,

like a black curtain hides them---

Secret night faces.

-- (sonofdust@secret.faces), June 30, 2002.

All is quiet now,

gentle winds stir pines and oaks---

life in the darkness.

-- (sonofdust@pines.oaks), June 30, 2002.

The special flowers,

open wide their secret mouths,

and sing the night song.

-- (sonofdust@night.song), June 30, 2002.

Silence once again---

Dawn is not far away now,

the flowers' song ends.

-- (sonofdust@song.ends), June 30, 2002.

Moon rising early

Shattering windblown water

Dance of silver shards

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), June 30, 2002.

sorry Rob, I didn't realize that your poems were continuing. I wouldn't have cut them up. Good job!

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), June 30, 2002.

That's ok, Lon. I didn't know either ;-)

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Spectacular dawn,

orange and red streak the sky,

hot days ahead now.

-- (sonofdust@heat.wave), June 30, 2002.

Water restrictions---

the sun bakes the cracking Earth.

Let's jump in the Lake!

-- (sonofdust@water.restrictions), June 30, 2002.

We must wait our turn,

the beavers are swimming now ;-(

Poopie Puffs and Sheesh!

-- (sonofdust@poopie.puffs), June 30, 2002.

Dear Mrs. Michaels

hid all of my jiggle juice ;-(

send me more Lon!!!!!!!

-- (sonofdust@ordering.jiggle), June 30, 2002.

Uh, that last line should have read:

send me more Lon!!!!!! Please?

-- (sonofdust@polite.rob), June 30, 2002.

Jiggle juice is great---

Anniversary Vintage

is the best of all ;-)

-- (sonofdust@wants.jiggle), June 30, 2002.

Cuz'n Iggie's face

is on the bottle's label.

I still like it though ;-)

-- (sonofdust@cuz.Iggie), June 30, 2002.

Sorry, Tricia. I kinda went a bit around the bend tonight... Guess I'll have to make it up to you by dreamin' up another silly story sometime soon ;-)

-- (sonofdust@round.thebend), June 30, 2002.

Rob, Iggieís off fishing for them big ole carp that come up along here in the summer, but Iíll give you a jiggle juice recipe, if you primise to keep it secret.

Gather the moon-light

And memíries of a first kiss

Old as the Bayou


Rainy-day frog songs

And mists aglow with star-shine,

Old as the Mud-smell


Echoes of laughter,

Lights calling across dark water,

Old as the Nightwind


Touch of weathered hand

Whispered promises of love

Old as the Earth-sound


Moss-covered stumpyards,

Marks of a peopleís passing,

Old as the Gravestones


Pour off a swallow,

Shutter of remembrances

Old as the People

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), June 30, 2002.

Talent abounds here!

Not just writers of fiction

But souls of poets!


Thanks all, for your haiku, it's great!

-- Tricia the Canuck (jayles@telusplanet.net), June 30, 2002.

I second Tricia's sentiment... beautiful, simply beautiful!

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), July 01, 2002.

We dread the grey skies

A purely human response

Is not rain God's gift?

Sprinkling rain drops

a water fairy ballet

in wat'ry tutus

Rain paints all greener

Oaks lift their limbs heavenward

Flowers love rain's kiss

Teach me, Lord, to see

What nature already knows

Grey skies, rain mean growth

-- LindaMc (jmcintyre1@cox.net), July 01, 2002.

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