The Haiku Workshop

serenity...
at the temple's entrance
are pines and bamboos

gingko tree
all silent and bare...
winter song

a bare tree...
winter doves spare
its crown

temple ground -
the pages of history
on old, bare trees

Amida...
I quiver from the touch
of the wind

soft wind
kisses the temple's doorsteps...
my Amida

the temple's
majestic stance...
birdsong

ahhh the pines...
the leaves prick me back
to my senses

the Buddha...
even the trees bow
in reverence

at the temple...
the bell remains mute
as I pray

autumn chill
there goes another jogger
passes me by

end of fasting
the snappy dog catches
all the bones

a fiery night
four legs are intertwined
behind the locked door

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she sings between
the maple leaves the maple leaves
little finch

hazy moon
smoke fills my lungs
as I breathe

hazy moon
spiders lay still
on shabby webs

hazy moon
tall shadows of trees
line the path

hazy moon
not a flicker of light
not a sound

hazy moon
as if the clock
wants to stop

hazy moon
underneath the clouds
silence

hazy moon
a blanket of darkness
hides some sobs

potter's wheel
the spinning clay
becomes...

foggy mountain
loneliness creeps silently
all of a sudden

funny feeling
I stammer and stutter
in her presence

black plums
chilled fruit wine is served
for special guests

a grin
no more room for romaine
just burps

imposing tree
falling ripe black plums
stain my white shirt

annual convention
cucumber and vinegar
for the health conscious

a hard day's work
sweet potatoes boil
for dinner

salad bar
cucumber and turnip strips
catch my fancy

the clock ticks slowly
as we crowd the bonfire
grilled corn on the cob

special order
pickles for my burger
sound great

a tasty treat
bitter gourd and leaves
on my stew

soursop
i keep sickness
at bay

light breakfast
i start each day with leeks
on my soup

buffet meal
nothing so fancy
on the table

a hearty stew
my buddy does not budge
until the last gulp

complete meal
mango ice cream is served
after the main course

main dish
milk fish and bamboo shoots
cook in soy sauce

small and sour
the sausages of Lucban
hang to dry

mangoes and shrimp paste
serves as appetizer
river picnic

a crunchy meal
nothing beats veggie salad
for the main take

snack is served
with choco and rice porridge
the stomach grumbles

the cosmic high
cooooo in every word
Peyote Bodhisattva

This comes from a goofy discussion on the world haiku club workshoop email list.

mid-summer sun
persistent heat creeps slowly
from open windows

a hearty meal
and asparagus soup
thanksgiving

late night dinner
after the tomato chowder
crackers and butter

garlic and chive
a smell that tingles
the palate