Haiku's

It is far to nice a day for the staff to be writing serious work.

Today; Haiku

A new baby son,
He will eat and sleep and cry,
Then sunshine, he smiles.

Weight of butterfly,
Sound of a falling rain drop,
Daughter gives dad kiss.

Wide swift tiger paw,
Shower of giggling caught,
Tadpole likes jumping.

Great shining smoke beast,
Oil drips, dirty rubber rolls,
It moves, excitement.

Fear is all around,
Dropping hate, darkness and pain,
I turn the news off.

Electric sparkle,
Magnets pulling, arms wrapping,
Warm and soft is love.

Chocolate rose blossoms,
Blooms of vanilla ice cream,
And heaven has spoons.

White, clear and yellow,
Hard, soft, and, over-easy,
Before the chicken.

Hammer falls, lightning,
Wind rushes in, curses out,
Thumb is beating heart.

Drifting leaves fall down,
My hands become my fathers,
Winter is coming.

One word means something,
Another word means same thing,
Connotation thing.

Liquid moon dances-
Warm wind breathes between our lips,
forever for good.

Two wheels and two strokes,
Fright, laugh, smoke, wind and sunlight,
Chasing my shadow.

Refined, white and pure
Crystals spray out rainbow light,
Want one lump or two?

Billions and billions,
Insanity to count stars,
God named each of them.

Slimy grey goopy,
Writhing screeching new baby,
Hugged and kissed and loved.

Icy hand of death,
Reaching down from outer space,
Winter time is here.

First line has five words,
Next has seven syllables,
Oxyopia.

Bed is not made up,
Socks in the hall, dirty dish,
Wife takes holiday.

First number and next,
Heart pumps faster when third comes,
Sorry no gold ball.

A Bleeding knuckle,
Greasy hand turns nuts and bolts,
Awakens gas beast.

Little hand captures,
Tiny eyes hold me captive,
That’s baby power.

Electron makes jump,
Photon escapes million miles,
Five point three seconds.

Most explosive fuel,
Bunker miles away starts blast,
Five minutes to space.

Warm milk, soggy lumps,
Blank stare at television,
Saturday morning.

Frosting is to sweet,
Salmon is dry, music stale,
I hate long weddings.

Tight lute string will break,
Loose lute string will not sing out,
Learn moderation.