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CMLI
Zhanna P. Rader
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I say: "One bull's all
that's needed for a herd of cows" —
her sudden blush.
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CMLII
Trish Shields
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stargazing
his eyes embrace
her rapture
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CMLIII
Michele Harvey
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a rainbow...
this transparent bridge
between us
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CMLIV
Zhanna P,. Rader
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Long, narrow rope bridge —
to pass each other, the handsome
man and I hug.
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CMLV
hortensia anderson
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on the trail...
love as orange blossoms rain —
on the wind...
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CMLVI
Michele Harvey
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proposal...
this wavering in and out
of being
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CMLVII
Betty Kaplan
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our pajamas
his bottoms ... my tops
now I wear them both
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CMLVIII
hortensia anderson
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dreaming our dream
between a sleep and a wake...
moroccan jasmine
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CMLXI
Hugh Bygott
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Vanish'd the hour
when I drank the dew from her lips...
Bitter Spring!
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CMLX
Michele Harvey
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orchids...
those honeyed lips,
those eyes
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CMLXI
Hugh Bygott
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New Spring desire —
this beguile of innocence;
her eyes and lashes speak..
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CMLXII
Michele Harvey
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shimmering rainbow
in her downcast lashes
a flood of tears
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CMLXIII
Terry A. Steudlein
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storm clouds overhead,
she broods in her room all day —
another wrinkle...
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CMLXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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The sun dries the dew —
his words "I love you,"
wipe her tears.
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CMLXV
Michele Harvey
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I love you...
written across his shoulder
another's name
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CMLXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Hot day —
bare breasts on the keyboard,
she surfs the Internet.
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CMLXVII
Michele Harvey
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a profile
for internet dating...
the smell of fresh paint
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CMLXVIII
Terry A. Steudlein
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faded tattoos,
my love child's getting married —
flower power
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CMLXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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By fifty, the "Tom"
tattoo on her tum grown huge...
and she lives with Tim.
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CMLXX
Hugh Bygott
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In the dusk light
she looks more beautiful...
my love and moonflowers.
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| In memory of Chiyo-ni. HB |
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CMLXXI
Robert D. Wilson
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twilight dusk...
a shadow stretching
shadows
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CMLXXII
Hugh Bygott
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Autumn stillness —
this shadow which is lost love...
last remembered kiss.
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| I am presenting these three haiku together. They have a continuity. The first presents the beauty of a woman who is loved — a beginning. The second, for me, is metaphysical — uncertainty. The third concerns what must happen to us all — finality. HB |
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CMLXXIII
hortensia anderson
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Moonlight
slides along her collarbone...
silken shadows...
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CMLXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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I kiss her pale hand —
just a shadow left
of my beloved.
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CMLXXV
Hugh Bygott
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So beautiful:
moonlight after winter rain...
Is this not unlike Love?
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CMLXXVI
Michele Harvey
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snow over ice...
the lingering shadow
of unsaid words
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CMLXXVII
Robert D. Wilson
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morning quiet...
a nighttime of
blossoms
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CMLXXVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Sweet briar fragrance —
departing Eros,
only the thorns remain.
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CMLXXIX
Terry A. Steudlein
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here there
walking the path
sound of her breath —
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CMLXXX
Hugh Bygott
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Rouged lips —
the Assumption Feast, a young girl prays...
the Virgin understands.
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| Festival of the Assumption 15 August, thus a summer kigo in the Northern hemisphere. HB |
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CMLXXXI
Betty Kaplan
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her desire
too great...
scent of autumn
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CMLXXXII
Hugh Bygott
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Autumn dawn —
these intimacies that greet first light...
her desire fullfill’d.
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All of these four haiku are related, almost a progression. All give support to one of Chiyo-ni’s greatest haiku which I have freely translated.
Woman's desire:
it is so deeply felt...
. . . the wild violets.
HB |
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CMLXXXIII
Michele Harvey
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a garden toad...
he finally realizes
true love
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CMLXXXIV
Robert D. Wilson
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twilight
a tadpole swimming
up river
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CMLXXXV
Michele Harvey
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wildflower garden...
the first time she hears
of his affair
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CMLXXXVI
Robert D. Wilson
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autumn cool...
a wildflower no
more
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CMLXXXVII
Michele Harvey
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bindweed
threads through the roses...
broken vows
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CMLXXXVIII
Michele Harvey
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nasturtiums...
and the bugs they
keep away
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CMLXXXIX
Michele Harvey
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lavender...
the smell of the sun
between linens
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CMXC
Hugh Bygott
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Her lacquered nails,
sharp as he places the satin’d rose...
Who will first cause pain?
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CMXCI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Meteor rain —
in your eyes of wonder,
it's even more magic.
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CMXCII
Hugh Bygott
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The skylark’s song
fading with the summer’s day...
will you too say goodbye?
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| It would indeed be sad if Eros ended after 8 more poems after setting a world record. HB |
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CMXCIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Sadness of goodbye...
still, nature gives the inspired
a new bud of love.
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CMXCIV
Michele Harvey
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separate ways...
alone, on the back porch
a cricket and I
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CMXCV
hortensia anderson
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is this farewell?
the last of the hydrangea
have flown on the wind...
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| My name means "hydrangea" in several languages. |
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CMXCVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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A pleasure cruise ship —
the honeymooners go
for the second round.
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| Why can't we do the same? Zh.R. :) |
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CMXCVII
Hugh Bygott
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The eastern sky
tinted with the blush of dawn —
a new Spring virgin bride.
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| Who can forget the delights and disasters of their wedding night! Almost 50 years on I am still nostalgic for that time. I am also nostalgic for the first days of Eros when Dana-Maria and I crossed the line into a new field of haiku. We have a lot to thank her for. It would be nice if she sent the 1000th poem to complete this cycle, before we start a new dynamic and more dramatic Eros. HB |
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CMXCVIII
Michele Harvey
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sunset sail...
wedding vows lost
to the wind
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CMXCIX
Vaughn Seward
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Honeymoon week —
the "do not disturb" sign
never comes down.
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M
Hugh Bygott
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Plum fragrance: twilight
silence enters our thoughts
of what might have been.
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| This poem officially ends the first 1000 poems of Eros. I take this opportunity to thank again Dana-Maria Onica for her part in this series. She made the series possible by agreeing to cross the frontier with me into unknown lands. Erotic haiku can only succeed if the poets have sensitivity and can seek out the heart of the human condition. In the end, if it does not have philosophy then haiku has very little else. HB |
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