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[M]

The ghostly autumn
air had her rainwater eyes
and rust-colored hair.

[Ryan]

Lovely, M!

[M]

Thank you, Ryan!

[M]

Evenings soon were strown
with leaves gusts skidded down walks
and spilled over eaves.

[Ryan]

An empty canvas,
the path ahead. Behind, snow
conceals our passing.

[M]

They stopped, hearts racing,
palms sweaty. Behind a bush
there lurked a yeti.

[Ryan]

Love it!

[M]

Ryan, you and Alex are wonderful! This is the most fun I’ve had in a writing group in a long time. CJ and Courtney and Garrison have my undying gratitude for keeping the pirate ship afloat.

[Ryan]

When turbulent seas
rocked the boat, three pirates stood
tall, kept her afloat

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

I secondly agree about Garrison! Definitely has been consistent with keeping this group alive!

Edit: I mean Courtney as well who's doing great at keeping the contests going!

[Ryan]

While you look tasty,
(said the yeti), nothing beats
a good spaghetti.

[M]

(Laughing.) Ryan, that will be fun to try to follow!

[M]

He sped his hulking,
hairy self to Fifth and Vine,
to the Pasta Elf.

[Ryan]

Haha! These are great :)

[Ryan]

Since going keto,
he won’t touch elf, unless it’s
elf from the top shelf

[M]

A platinum blonde
brought his plate. Gorgeous, she smiled:
“Top shelf comes with Cate.”

[Ryan]

I ate a Kate, (his
spelling was crummy) cooked rare,
now she was yummy!

[M]

He was a yeti,
a snow cruncher, once fearsome,
now a rug muncher.

The hunger! One thing
could stanch it: wine and a plate
of steaming Blanchett.

[Guy]

LOL! RotFL! So good.


Blanched Blanchet with wine
blanc started the feast, Penne
pesto funghi was next.

[Ryan]

He’s been practicing
not needing anyone else.
Silent, the tree falls.

[M]

Topsiders blossomed
Sperrily from ancient boughs
of the deck-shoe tree.

[Anne]

Snowflakes dropped, twinkling
As cardinals sat on posts
Searching for a meal.

[M]

Dawn brought their drifting,
crystalline form. Trees recalled
the night’s howling storm.

[Ryan]

memories of trees
float on a breeze, whispering
leaves tumble at dawn

[M]

A sky of antique
stationery glowed beyond
the snow-clad dairy.

[Anne]

Cinnamon sugar
scents fill the room, as we search
for tasty treasures.

[Guy]

Hot hot finger tips
And sweet heat for my pursed lips,
Two cookies in hand.

[Guy]

Al wrote: "Guy wrote: "Hot hot finger tips
And sweet heat for my pursed lips,
Two cookies in hand."

wait, did you change it to cookies?"

Yes. ;-)

[Guy]

Al wrote: "Sneaky. It was better as muffins."


I preferred cookies to muffins, and so also changed the pronoun to 'my', even though adding the pronoun is a bit antithetical to proper Haiku, but... :-) [Shrug.]

[Ryan]

Muffins with stuff in,
cookies and cream. Row your boat—
life is but a dream

:)

[M]

Milford’s trophy wife
was a dream. Old friends called her
Miss Cookies and Cream.

[Ryan]

Sometimes dark, others
light. Without makeup, even
poor Milfred took flight

[M]

(Laughing.)

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into the unknown
he goes, leaving behind him
the glitter and gold

[M]

A woman approached
through neon mist. Engraved gold
glimmered on her wrist.

[Anne]

Gold. Pirates' passion
Lay deep, undisturbed; sea nymphs
Protecting their own.

[M]

The sea nymphs guarded,
early and late, rotting chests
of pieces of eight.

[Anne]

Couldn't resist, M... :)

Eight sea nymphs guarding,
their chests rotting; gold pieces
haunting divers' greed.

[M]

Among the ship’s ribs
and ballast stones lay scuba
gear and mossy bones.

[Ryan]

Never again will
ye see land - carved on a chest
by some ghostly hand.

[M]

A seaweed forest
hides ornate rails in shadows
cast by passing whales.

[Anne]

Silly sharks savor
sand, seashells, spinach and screws;
scorning scrumptious scrod.

[M]

Wow, Anne! Except for the conjunction, every words starts with an s.

“Sharks who boast a sleek,
trim bod,” they thought, “have cut down
on haddock and cod.”

[Anne]

and here's more... :)
Pirates persevere
pushing pills, peddling Prozac,
pilfering poppies.

[M]

The sea nymphs’ long-tined
combs are pearled, the sparkling spoils
of a dreamlike world.

[Anne]

Nestled in coral
angelfish weave to and fro
safe in their haven.

[M]

Where strands of broken
seaweed swung, a mouse swam by
with an aqualung.

[Anne]

M wrote: "Where strands of broken
seaweed swung, a mouse swam by
with an aqualung."

Love it!

[M]

Sun shafts pierce the weed
that festoons iron-bound chests,
a trove of doubloons.

[Guy]

The lost loons drifted
beneath the patchwork sunlight,
chests pressing the weeds.