A month of haikus

These are all from @DwiTrevor.

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Rain drizzles downward, / For several days and night, / Moistening windows

High up on the wall, / Right up against the ceiling, / Window has a ledge.

Archer tried to climb, / But ended up on the floor / 'Neath non-climbables.

Walnut plays with duck, / Softly nibbling at the down / With her incisors.

A friend came to town. / We spent the day near Whyte Ave.: / Did some catching up.

Passover dinner: / Horseradish, crumbly matzah, / Soup, brisket, chicken.

The cat fell over / On the same spot many times; / I moved him a rug.

In this little room / Tonight, I sleep in a bed. / A friend in the cold.

The sky crapped on us: / Until we were well-covered. / Then, the snow puddled.

Room is restructured; / The parts I don't use: throw out. / Fills up garbage bags.

Great gob of thick mud / Attach themselves to my feet / And slow my movement.

I'm leaving the house, / After a breath of fresh air / Has me in pursuit.

Just broke oven in. / Lemon-and-pepper salmon. / Now the cat cuddles.

A man rides his bike. / A man texts on his cellphone. / Same man, same time. Ass.

Woman talks to self. / My face recoils in horror; / I stare at my hand.

Room fills with darkness, / That pours in through the windows / From the darkened sky.

Take the doctor's pills; / Be blamed for the side effects. / How convenient.

The time wastes itself: / Practically no effort / Needed on my part.

It's like a sickness / That obliterates my week, / Leaving me bedstruck.

Speakers buzz softly / And a breathing machine talks / All through the evening.

Fitful night of sleep. / I went to bed far too late; / Never quite woke up.

Movie reference: / Saw a Nelwyn on the bus. / I'm a Daikini.

Poor control of moods / Steals more than one day from me. / I just laze around.

If I spent the day / Doing any other thing / I'd have been awake.

I step off the train. / Bus arrives in terminal: / Forgot my luggage.

Today's sudden drop / Returns the puddles to ice. / Springtime teases us.

The temperature / Means that you need a blanket / When you are upstairs.

First rain, wet dog hair; / It transforms into cold sleet -- / The rain, not the dog.

Orange and teal sky, / Covered in streaks of grey clouds. / A plane roars above.

Awaken at night / After missing the whole day / To see spring's effects.

The day is longer / My jacket becomes lighter / Ice withers away.

It passes us by, / These brief ruins of winter, / And this year's rare snows.

Basin overflows, / Spilling water down concrete / And into the road.

Stealthily, spring comes, / Dissolving the banks of snow, / Puddling salted walks.

The pavement is dry, / Except for a few patches / Where water clings on.

In melted puddles / Deeper than the top of shoes / The drifts of snow fade.

Hurried particles / Slowly build up into piles / That need a shovel.

Crunches underfoot / Leaving a mark on the ground / With size 12 boots on.

Haiku #5

The haikus for last week, on Occupy Edmonton. @DwiTrevor

Grass trampled down flat

Sign staked down in three places

Marker, and dry paint

In an empty park

Tim Horton's across the street

A corner campground

Come for the protest

Keep getting asked for money

Free food brings homeless

One tarp hides kitchen;

Another is lost-and-found;

A third, medical.

News anchors are here

They ask to speak with someone

A queue quickly forms.

She said, "get a job."

But since most of us had one,

A difficult task.

Sonnet #5

On Occupy Edmonton. @DwiTrevor

Desire to change world in positive ways

Was taken by protestors to extreme:

They built up an enthusiastic team.

But seeing the actual play-by-plays,

The project burst apart in a huge blaze.

The expiration of this grand pipedream

Was presaged by a strange, leaderless scheme,

And knowledge that we were hippy cliches.

Many just wanted to talk on the news,

As they threw out any who tried to lead.

These rebels claimed they'd non-partisan views,

But to have no stance is not what we need.

I think everyone who picks up on clues,

In a month no longer carried the creed.

Haiku #4

The haikus for last week @DwiTrevor

Mumbling quartz heater

Frozen room, slowly warming

Seventy degrees

Cheap black plastic crates

Encumbered with piles of books

Never to be read

Open cardboard box

Towels, carefully folded

No use for them yet.

Food grocer's logos

Abundance of plastic bags

A hundred uses.

Six-string wood guitar

Zipped in black carrying case

Maybe still in tune

RCA TV

Relic of a bygone age

Heavy CRT

Sonnet #4

End of week sonnet about living arrangements. @DwiTrevor

I sleep in a room with a quartz heater

That's here to keep it seventy degrees

Because otherwise I'd completely freeze,

Especially now that it's in winter.

For sure my hands would ice up and splinter.

The heater releases a warming breeze,

Pale remnant compared to Florida keys,

Good for Canadian basement dweller.

The white mattress is still a little cold

As infrared heats surfaces, not space.

The wiring especially is too old

For breaker keeps breaking in breaker case.

But in summation when all things are told,

I`d rather be here than outside someplace.

Haiku #3

This week's haikus from @DwiTrevor

Cat jumps into sink:

There's the clatter of dishes,

And the scurry of feet.

I move the pointer

A streak flies after the laser

And mews when I stop.

The room is silent

Kitten dive-bombs computer

jggfffff

Disgusting canned food

Smelled like chunky liquid death

Who would eat this crap?

Cat grabs onto arm.

Every last muscle goes slack.

Don't want to get scratched.

Sharing photographs

Collective gasps of pleasure

Friendly company

Sonnet #3

A sonnet to round out my week of cat haikus as @DwiTrevor

Woke up with a mouse staring at my face.

The little beast had climbed onto my sheet,

For at ten I had grabbed a snack to eat,

And thus there were crumbs all over the place.

Since I have a fear of the whole rat race,

And rather would not keep my room all neat,

There arrived a way to avoid defeat:

A Felis catus would resolve this case.

I had few demands for the ideal cat:

A high-energy mouser with short hair

Would keep clean the house while removing rat.

The cat himself enjoys his basement lair:

With hiding places for a skinny cat

To keep him safe from the dog up the stair.

Haiku #2

Last week's haikus (from @DwiTrevor):

Build a list of friends

Until no niche is unfilled:

Now, who to delete?

People barely known,

Classmates from ancient childhood,

Drunks, and bad parents.

Refresh the website.

New comments and new pictures.

Check minutes later.

A chat can last hours.

Regulate your chat habits:

Talk infrequently.

Plain, bone-white background.

Familiar, dark blue header,

A lower-case "f".

Wall covered in spam.

Someone updates far too much.

His day is detailed.

Sonnet #2

End of the week of Twitter haikus (@DwiTrevor). Here's the sonnet.

It's on my phone and on my computer.

My Internet set to a single task:

Remaining current without needing to ask.

This person is a Facebook polluter;

With ignore feature, him I will neuter.

A drunk is at the bottom of the cask,

No nickname or alias for a mask:

Pitiful catalog of each shooter.

But, should I reserve for expectations?

These words on walls are hardly harming me,

Even thought some spam, rather than ration,

While they declare their lives for all to see.

It's not like I'm above their stations

(Besides which, it's still better than TV).

First Haiku

Last week's haikus (from @DwiTrevor):

Gib flies all over.

The wheel of karma rotates:

Respawn, or ragequit?

Married, forty, kids.

Her rockets own the scoreboard.

The clan's mother hen.

Vertex to vertex,

Textures hide well-travelled paths.

World of polygons.

The walls stained with slime

All bronze has a patina

Muddy green water

More than just a clan:

Flag delivery service.

Clan matches all week.

The ledge is up there.

Explosions send one flying.

Here's a grenade.

First Sonnet

It's the end of my first week writing haikus @DwiTrevor. Now for the Sonnet to wrap up the topic of Quake, so I can start up a new topic next week.

-Quake, by Trevor-

It's hard to express four years in a game,

As normal events get substituted.

Friendships online are very deep-rooted,

Although known is only Internet name.

School sports are, by my comparison, tame:

Practice night-long for clan or be booted.

For Gold-rank clans few's patience is suited;

No reward but inherent, I disclaim.

What rules this game had no longer matter,

Only that this was social connection.

Between games, amongst us, there was chatter,

That recalled, behind each name, a person.

Back at school, we were simply an actor:

True life all revealed in online fiction.