But these haikus are

Almost going too far! You've

Raised up a new bar

With drinks for all and

Lines that crawl, the dawn is long,

It spawns a song but

I must be going...

Do hold our ground, stroll around

This lonely town. *sip*

A lot of action

here recently. Good to see

this thread in my feed.

I was there last night

Was I there for you as well

I walked right to you

Could you feel my hands

Tracing your muscles slowly

Playing with your hair

You held me last night

Laid there silent together

So much to be said

Did not need to speak

We let touch help heal our pain

Your hands on my hips

I was there last night

I can remember your voice

So surely it's true

I was there last night

I was looking in your eyes

I KNOW I was there

This morning you're gone

But I was with you last night

Were you with me too

*sips smart water*

*clap* *clap* you are worthy of your titel man of good rhymes but be warned i have some rhymes that may cost you a lot of time

Time is something I

Don't have a lot of! But watch

As I throttle off

Maybe the lotto

Can give me a stronghold but

Long road's my motto

A bottle and prose

Not watered down lines but

I water my mind

You inspire me sir

Your writing and your artwork

Kind to everyone

In the dead of night

I saw them. Flitting across

The moonlit landscape.

Keeping to shadows,

Two deeper, more furtive voids

Of silent midnight.

For just a moment

They stopped, eyes glowing like hot

Embers aimed at me.

And then they moved on.

Swiftly, like the wind, until

Both vanished from sight.

My mind denied the

Encounter, but my heightened

Senses told the truth.

Sometimes I feel my

Skin prickling, and a shiver

Travels up my spine.

The same sensations

That accompanied that night.

Perhaps they are near.

*sips tea*

NG, so friendly,

I wonder what will of us...

Haiku syllabus

Ready for fire

Ready for cleansing anew

Wash it all away

Watch the forest burn

The flames lapsing at the trees

Reaching high to tops

Erasing the pain

History gone forever

Comfort in ashes

*sips water*

The frigid landscape;

A dazzling white that blinds the

Eyes as the wind bites.

Fabric, flesh, and bone

Offer no protection from

Old Man Winter's rage.

Who would venture forth

Into this great white hell? None

Who value their skin.

*sips hot toddy*

Your mind you water

As you yourself wander

Serchin and helpin

All that have need

Your wisdom and titel you have earnd indeed

For this you have earned my honaray yeet

Now goodbye my dear my dear friend i have a fortune to seek

What happened to you

How far you have fallen, lost

Lost sight of the sun

You cannot keep up

Your lies have become your truths

In another world

Look in the mirror

Do you recognize this man

Are you proud of him

Are you happy now

That's the title of a song

Said I look like her

When you rest at night

As your head hits your pillow

Is something missing

When you see rabbits

A key around a girls neck

When it's Halloween

Anyone in there

Is anyone left at all

What happened to you

*takes 3 long sips*

Like Bruce Lee advised

I weave through the stream of life

Fluent and free, yet

Haikus must have lines

In certain combinations

Aight? Five Seven Five

The wisdom this means...

I'm not sure, but nurture! What's more

Thanks for the honors

And good luck on your

Search for the treasures you may

Find in tomorrow

Well played well goddame played

I just lost The Game.

Far too easy to play, but

So hard to master.

I wash and I wash

And I just cannot come clean

Scrubbing til I bleed

Discarded like trash

Worth less than nothing to you

A toy to be used

All part of your plan

Unaware this was a game

A pawn to be played

Rebuilding myself

Finding the worth you denied

Not your possession

*takes 4 sips*

Don't force the sips! For

Forceful force is not like bliss

It is more like war

*macha mint green tea today*

Pavement under feet

Run until my breath is gone

Feeling of relief

Sweat pours down my face

My shirt clings to me tightly

Heart pounding in time

Journey not yet done

Two or three more miles to go

Carry on with strength 

*2 sips*

You can run away,

But there is much more merit

In running toward.

Either way, your feet

Impel you in a forward

Direction. Run on.

*sip*

Sometimes I wonder...

This centered trend, will it end?

Or is it all too

Easy. Perfect. Nice.

Do I cling to the blocky

Traditions in life?

The format routine.

Not appalling the stream but...

Conform? No, not me.

*three ginger tea today*

Once again you

amazme with your rhymes

but needing improvment?

Pleas stand in line

I really dont understand

Why iam countinueing this

but i guees when you battel soomebody

the best way is with a diss

Swigty swa

swigty swu

my name a jeff

also well done my dude

Can't just take a slew

Of words and turn them into

An awesome haiku.

Five syllables first,

Then up your game to seven,

And back down to five.

That's all there is, man!

It's so easy to do. Even

You can make haiku.

*sippin'*

I do not agree

A haiku I cannot do

I lack such a skill.

My words you call slew

Have nothing to say or do

To read this needs will.

Wait one second now

I may have done it like you

Holy cow, haiku.

Slipping down slowly

The heat rising from water

Bubbles surround me

The scent of cherry

Swirls around my legs and arms

Skin soft to the touch

Relaxed and ready

For sleep or for something more

No desire to move

*sips well centered tea*

Louisiana

Has five syllables, but not

To some who live there.

Accents are funny

Things that no one thinks they have

Unless they travel.

I'm a Northerner

Who has lived both in the South

And in New England.

I've been here, and there,

And everywhere in between!

So much that I've seen.

I've heard it all, and

Adapted to many styles

Of speech, to blend in.

The world's enormous,

But it feels just a little

Bit smaller to me.

*sips Irish Breakfast tea*

Your gaze locks on mine

Your strong fingers in my hair

Playfully tugging

Your lips on my lips

Commanding me to be yours

My lips moving down

Rhythm in poem

There is rhythm in our touch

An iambic ride

No need for your words

Our bodies talking for us

Satisfying prose

* sips slowly *

Order some flowers

A huge spread in sympathy

Blue and white will do

Draped on your coffin

Hear the organ music play

A final farewell

Was this eulogy

The words that you had hoped for

Oh you left so fast

Good bye then for good

Or bad or who knows really

Silence forever

*sips coffee while eating kingcake*

I looked all day long

Could not find what I needed

A book to help me

Lead me not into

Temptation--help me be strong

Logical approach

Anything to stop

Failure is impossible

Know I have to stop

Dont waste another

Give him not a second more

I can do better

*sips king cake latte*

Jill and Jack went down

The track to fetch a basket

Of rotten apples.

Jill jumped up and chipped

Her cup, and Jack picked up the

Sharp, jagged pieces.

Nursery rhymes are

Mostly sick and sadistic

Ways to frighten kids.

We wrap them up in

A catchy little sing-song

Package and share them.

Is it really so

Surprising that our children

End up being scarred?

*sips strychnine*

Feel it in my bones

The chill from outside seeps in

A harsh, brittle cold

A broken promise

Expectations docked away

Excitement is gone

*sips sadly*