How venue is it / for the one to make haikus / while making haikus

How is this venue / for one to create haiku, / anyone swimming?

Shy with reverence, / We bow, approaching with both / Eulogies and minds

Absolutely right / The world still following him / For his pen and name

How enjoyable / To write and create story / Share in black and white

If blood is thicker / Than water, why does blood, not / Water, leave strainers?

friend and family / when times are good or stormy / flock friends and future

groomed to search for love / feeling alone forever / that's how we are raised

you saw right through me / but you waited listening / then i found my words

You're invisible? / Then let your presence be known / Or nothing happens.

Wish it was not so / Life is an arduous way / Hard to tread alone

No one listens now / and i cannot let it out / letters to strangers

i know how you feel / i hold my feelings inside / writing gives me peace

welcome to the club / i fit right into it too / may dick be with you

so maybe I'm gay / not, like, really happy, just / homosexual

that's exquisite dear / but that might be TMI / up the fuck you shut

you must be desperate / and gay to keep posting this / stop or i'll report

I once saw this porn / one dude fucked another dude / With his footless leg

father comes inside / holds the boy under for long / he has ascended

siren wails at night / young boy hiding in bah tub / family dog joins

sighing in your car / no where to return home to / guess it's a road trip

honking late at night / sound of wild of wild goose flock / it's that time again

water is seeping / we are all in the same boat / a sinking vessel

drought anxiety, / fraught with the perils of floods, / nature pacified.

looking out over / a vast landscape before me / still i feel smothered

lonesome in village / I use to visit much more / solitude is safe

a lone lit candle / the night illuminated / by a single smile

where do squirrels go / when there is a hurricane? / and how do they know?

if I write haiku / and no one counts syllables / is that ironinc?

If a tree falls down. / And there is no one around. / Will it make a sound?

he had not a care / never seen someone so fair / offered her a pear

please pardon my stare / wind is blowing light and fair / shining eyes aware

he smelled like mint air / his sweet nectar debonair / please pardon my stare

spring will start anew / maybe i will blossom too / ridding me of you

fall leaves drop like tears / dreaming of days in between / to hold you again

Long are these hot days / Without your sweet laughter near / Splashing on my heart

rippling water / announcing the departure / of old visitors

composing haiku -- / the autumn breeze blows red leaves / rippling water

As finches eat seeds / a passerby pondering- / composes haiku