© Betty Shelton | 123RF Stock Photo
© Dan Hahn
Sunset on the Next Day
The clouds burn yellow,
smolder red, and fade to gray.
The love keeps burning.
Rockets lit the sky last night;
more fireworks in bed tonight.
© Betty Shelton | 123RF Stock Photo
© Dan Hahn
Sunset on the Next Day
The clouds burn yellow,
smolder red, and fade to gray.
The love keeps burning.
Rockets lit the sky last night;
more fireworks in bed tonight.
Can a haibun be a sutra? Is the Kama Sutra anatomically correct? We will see.
Climbing the Tree
(cropped)
The sculpted couple embrace, each standing on the left leg while hugging the other with the right leg. She entrusts some of her weight to his strong stone hand and thigh; he entrusts some of his seed to her willing womb.
They have held their pose for something like a thousand years. They ignore the admiring gaze of pilgrims who ponder the mysteries of life and love and whether flesh and sinew can hold that pose for anything like a thousand milliseconds.
Climbing the Tree
She climbs his body
as a tree that burns with lust
(and lower-back pain).
The image at right is a severely cropped screenshot from a video of a short skit involving thongs and silly raunchiness (or raunchy silliness). The skit is no longer online, but U can understand this post (and maybe get a laugh at the end) w/o actually seeing the skit.
Tho not offended by the skit itself, I was briefly offended by some accompanying verbiage:
would you let your girl make money on the internet??? fellas answer now
At first, I read the word let in the sense of permit and bristled at the notion that permission is theirs to give or withhold. Then I realized that let could have been meant in the same mild sense as
Live and let live.
and decided to give whoever wrote the verbiage the benefit of the doubt.
In addition to providing a glimpse of a megawatt smile (with longer looks at other features) and a little comic relief from the US politics train wreck, the skit inspired me to write a parody of a familiar seasonal song. U can see the parody by scrolling down. Fair warning: leave now if U dare not risk thinking of the sexually exuberant parody whenever U hear the song in December.
Jiggle buns; jiggle buns; jiggle all the way.
Oh, what fun it is to ride on a girl who likes to lay.
Pushing thru her slit,
on a girl who likes to lay.
Pressing on her clit;
thrusting all the way.
Bed sheet getting wet
as she hugs me tight.
What fun it is to kiss and pet
and lay again tonight.
(BTW, the [Menu] button atop the vertical black bar reveals the widgets.)
The photo by Dancing Echoes reblogged below has inspired another haiku.A flipped coin may land
on edge. Erect, her dropped shoe
mimics his penis.
At my age, on the other hand, those high heels and narrow toes scream “Bunion City!”
Shoes dropping to floor
Quickened anticipation
Clothes fly in frenzy
In response to CARPE DEIM HAIKU KAI: On The Trail With Basho Encore 5 a falling sound