More New Gogyohka Poems (5 Lines, Micropoetry)

tangerine sun
licks
the lemony haze
harboring
nightfall


eggshell moon
radiates
its aura
between
the leaves


the aged
oval moon
rests its
drowsy head
on a licorice pillow


shameless
street lights
spread their halos
against
the onyx sky


cut back
oleanders
are flourishing
with fresh
new leaves


Mexican
Bird of Paradise
raises its
red and yellow flowers
to the scorching sun


slicky, oily grackle
lands clumsy
on the
rustic red
picket fence


the ashen sky
buttons up
the sleeping moon
and slips it
onto a dark sheet


backyard angel
lifts her head upward
more than before
she is happy
for my return


red-tinged
yellow moon
suffers
from high
blood pressure


a tanned
saxophonist
plays for tips
on the
tiled sidewalk


a stunning white horse
with snow white neck
ice-blue face
wears a
red and black harness


camera lens
on fuchsia flowers
the wind
sways them
out of focus


the wind
delivers
a child's
pencil drawing
of a butterfly


silver dollar
moon
tilts
its head
on periwinkle sky


gnats fly crazy
around my head
along a path
surrounded by
healthy grass


an excited
robin runs
across the black top
with a wiggly worm
in its beak


giant
clay pots
overflow with
red, yellow and purple
flowers


this morning
orange sun
smiles
on the
horizon


Last night
a soft banana
and cantaloupe haze
veiled
a marschino
setting sun


daisy white
Mexican Elder
flower clumps
danced
in the wild wind


an energetic storm
flashed
ivory veins
and arteries
across blackness


at last
a loud crackling boom
raindrops tinkle on my roof
followed by
the great deluge


a margarine
crescent moon
submerges
into its tar black
horizon


cloud's edges
fall
like
threads
in shreds


northern
gray
clouds
are
grumbling


humid staleness
smothers
warmth
against
the wind


it is time
to call
the rain dancers
and New Mexican
Kokopelli flute players


clouds
shaped as
Mozart's profile
floats
by


a thunderous sky
jolts and stabs
the earth
with a big
white dagger  

New Gogyohka Poems

bird
on a
wire
flips
its tail


wind
rushes
and bends my
willow
tree


black grackle
hops
and
rushes
to water


silver
bird
has
black
wing tips


life
is a
test
of
patience


feel the rush
on my bicycle
peddling fast
down a dirt road
turn and crash


a teacher
once said
the answer
is
all around you


I pluck
my
Kalimba
for
rain


Willow
sways
to the tune
of the
wind


role
reversal
Mother
is like
a child


Neighbor
smiles
from his
side of
the fence


end of day
takes
the weight
off
my feet

More Haiku Poems

Big Great Dane next door
Scared me with head above fence
My head about chomped


Young grackle can't fly
Mean grackle pecks at her head
Guardians strike back


Rosemary bush died
Last year, its purple flowers
attracted some bees

A Grasshopper's Ride

Good morning, Mr. Grasshopper--
want a ride on my left windshield wiper
going south on Espina?
You can watch cars pass
from other directions,
watch students walk on sidewalks,
skateboarders roll through campus,
bystanders with headphones
push walk buttons at traffic lights.
Ha! a lawn sprinkler sprays
a fine mist on you and the windshield.
Let's watch innocent gray doves bob
their heads on the grass.
Oh no! I almost smashed
that low-flying grackle.

I can tell you loathed the experience
by your flinching wide-spread antennas.
Are you breathing?
Normally, I would knock you off by flicking
you with my thumb and middle finger
just to see how far you'd fling in the air.
Instead, I watch how well you attach
yourself on my car on the way to work.

Here, go hide in these well-trimmed bushes.
Welcome to NMSU, Mr. Grasshopper,
where everything is plush green,
where water is everywhere,
where trees bend or dust blows on your face.
But don't stand on the sidewalk;
you might get stepped on.