Halloween haiku

Weird wind is blowing

Old men willows are marching

Happy Halloween!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Halloween 2016

Beware!   Innocent passer-by

Deceiving glamour is on

On this Halloween festival:

Clear blue sky, shining sun

Lavender, thyme and orange blossom

In the fragrant garden

Entice all us to wander at will

Beware, Glamour is on

In the deep recess of the rose bushes

In the dark foliage shade  of gum trees

Hide in hordes the blood suckers

Don't make the mistake to believe

They only strike at night

In their feeding frenzy

Day and night

Any time will do

To feast on you

The vampires love warm blood

They might be small

By their sheer numbers

Attack after attack

Relentless their charges are

They ignore their losses

Keep moving for immobility

Is seen as surrender

A sign of sure defeat

They keep up with you

Infernal buzzing cloud 

Swat them maddly 

And your hands return bloody

Your body itches, blisters appear

Scratching does not appease

Au contraire!

Pursued by bloodlust swarms

Call the retreat and take shelter

Wish for the wild wind

To take them away

In this hallowed night.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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With a glass of wine

Ruby is the world

With a glass of Shiraz

Sparkling is the conversation 

With a glass of bubbly

Pink colours love

With a glass of rosé

Sunny is the day

With a glass of Grigio

Green is the youth

With a glass of Verdhelo

Sweet  is the cake

With a glass of muscat 

Damn the bottle is empty

Where did it all go?

Need another one 

To finish the poem!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Mozzies haiku

The night is balmy

Frenzy mozzies' hunt deter 

Spring outdoors are off

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Grateful

Butterflies court apple blossom

Bees flirt with orange blossom 

Spring is in the air

Crooked cat's tail 

Sails through the air

Dog's curvy tail cuts 

Through the long grass

Happiness is in the air

Sun shining, birds singing

Meadows are blooming

Gentle breeze blows

Flu vapours away

So nice to be out of bed

To gently breathe again

To walk with a clear mind

To rest on a lounge chair

To capture the first sun rays

Let's be grateful for a moment.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Hocus pocus

The lighted cabin room is warm and cosy 

The grey carpet springs back when stretched

First anomaly

The shutters are in place solidly locked

Its wooden panels have been swapped around

The patterns don't fit together

Second anomaly

Halloween night

By the fire side we gather tonight

The dead are in turmoil

Their purring swirl in our head

Third anomaly

The dream unravels

I am knocked down awake

By the cat jumping on me

Madly chasing a low buzzing fly

In the sunny light of the afternoon 

Never got to hear 

What Marge was saying

Must have been some hocus pocus.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Mozzies

The dryness of the forest is long forgotten

Months of rain have seen to it

The black scrying mirrors of the glades

Hide one mystery too many

As  hordes of fuzzing  mozzies

Rise relentlessly from them 

To conquer the world 

Their feeding frenzy puts us on the menu

For breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper

Whatever the time they are ravenous

For our hot pumping blood

A call they can't resist to 

Two hands are not enough to swap them 

And we are swiftly back inside

Where our untiring house spiders work full time.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Pinocchio

Puppets we are

We wish to be free 

From these strings

Be that they are called 

Taxes, mortgage, work

Marriage, children, religion

To be free is one deepest wish

Like Pinocchio the puppet without strings

To go on adventures

Without any restraint 

But the world is built upon them

Freedom does not exist by itself

It has to be earned, it has to be fought

The goal is always moving, often illusory

The price is always steep

For courage, sincerity, dreams 

Are not the key to it

So who can speak about

The sweet taste of freedom?

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Happy rainbow hunting

Wet , washy weather

Rainbows spurt and spring

From everywhere

Middle of the lake

In front of the paddock

Behind the forest

Turn your head

They disappear 

Around the bend 

They reappear 

Playing tag with rainbows 

Single or double,

Some magical trip

Forget where you want to go

Follow the rainbows

Who knows where they'll lead ?

Dream on , you might win

For don't forget

If you catch the gold 

Your fortune is made.

Happy rainbow hunting!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Third child haiku

Twenty-two years old

Third child has just arrived

Send condolences!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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