Setting sun and dwindling daylight¸
celestial colours fading fast,
the horizon a delightful sight,
with the growing greyness,
the beauty only minutes will last;
Mysticism mopes the air, and
tinges of sadness and happiness
everywhere, and homeliness,
while seemingly serene,
morphing with memories,
sentiments and thoughts,
rend a numbing nostalgia of sorts;
Thus will twilight gradually present
the grimly gentle night’s descent

The nights when heavens switch on the stars,
Lighting up the blackness way up there,
This celestial beauty is for us,
To fully enjoy no matter where;
Stars rekindle our thoughts of love,
Spreading silent serenity plus,
So stop and relax and look above,
The nights when heavens switch on the stars.

It is really strong
Everything is blown away
I’m chasing my hat

Sammy bought himself a cheap car,
Then found he couldn’t go too far,
Its gas tank was too small,
Its engine seemed to stall,
Now he’s getting drunk in the bar.

There was a fierce fighting kangaroo,
Which punched people until they were blue,
Though he was very strong,
He stayed in rain too long,
And now he’s down in the bed with ‘flu.

Beware all, you human kind,  
I and my virus friends you'll find,  
Can destroy your body and your mind.  

Know that we are not a flu,  
There is nothing that you can do,  
And we will strike down animals too.  

Find a cure to save your race,  
We will give you a few years' grace,  
Then we'll wipe you out without a trace.

In early hours of morning,
Still in darkness at break of dawn,
I am roused from sleeping by birds,
Singing in trees across the lawn.

The hidden birds are waking up,
Each feathered friend has its say,
They are now chirping what to do,
Before they fly off for the day.

Their singing seems to never end,
And their chatter I faintly keep,
In the drowsiness of my mind,
Before I drift off back to sleep.

Short three line poem
On various topics or themes
Cousin of haiku

Short three line poem
Dealing with love or nature
Loaded images

Let’s go to 5 Beat
Restaurant on 7th Street
After 5 we’ll meet

Blue and white bird you cannot fly
Unlike the birds up in the sky
Half your life is in salted sea
And half your life on land so free
Fearless you are being so small
For you stand only one foot tall

It is really strong
Everything is blown away
I’m chasing my hat

I woke up in the middle of the night,  
Lay motionless and wondered was I right,  
That my name I had heard you faintly call,
But all I heard was the ticking on the wall.  
Alas, it was maybe a dream I had,  
And I was happy and then I was sad,
But your voice so loving for me to keep,  
Lingered in my mind as I drifted back to sleep.

Out from the trees he came in sight,
Weaving lightly and blinking bright,
I watched it drawing ever near,
A tiny phantom of the night,
And the thought wandered in my mind,
With its tiny lantern did it find,
Whatever it was searching for,
Before it joined its ghostly kind?

I am like a chameleon,
I can change from form to form,
Sometimes I am a haiku,
Or maybe a senryu,
At times a classic sonnet,
Or a funny limerick,
And then I’m a lengthy ode,
(Your patience I won’t erode),
But whatever form I be,
You can always share with me.

With the help of a friendly breeze,
I can easily soar up fast and high,
and fly around with abandon ease,
all over a windy sunny sky.

If I were reeled out a longer string,
And the line was really long enough,
I will fly into the clouds, and then -
you will see me really do my stuff.

I don’t walk forward like everyone,
I just don’t know how,
I always walk sideways from side to side,
Like what I am doing now;

My eyes are not inside my head,
I can’t keep them there,
They protrude out a bit instead,
But I can still see everywhere.

With sleek widespread wings
White gulls skim over the sea
The fish are hiding

I am falling all over here and there,  
To my delight I see the people run,  
Everyone is scurrying everywhere,  
And I am really having so much fun.

A lady is frantically searching  
For something to cover her pretty head,  
While a man under a ledge is ducking,  
And a young chap is racing home instead.  

The cars around are switching on their lights,  
And households rush to close their cleaned windows,
When I do perform, these are common sights,
Though many drenched people don’t like my shows;

Because many people try to escape in vain,  
Though I wet everyone, I’m just a playful rain.

I’m propped up here all day and night,
Can’t sleep, in darkness or in light,
The crows I have to chase away,
No time for me to rest or play,
When the black birds no longer caw,
I’ll be fed to the cows as straw.

I am looking at him
He is looking at me
We are both wondering
What the outcome will be

I think that he is wrong
He thinks the error's mine
Both of us can't be right
The ending won't be fine

See how pigeons and parrots walk,
Strutting around without a care,
Just like their fellow humans do.
With one foot here the other there.

“My name is Bond, James Bond”

With that said, the scene is set,
For violent villains to not forget,
That universal crime does not pay,
When Double-O-Seven is on his way.

And female hearts will flutter,
Their defences melting like butter,
Watching their hero battling world-wide,
With a walther ppk by his side.

At the end, the whole world can then relax,
When all the bad guys have been taken,
With ice-cold ***** martini,
Not stirred - but quite well-shaken.

If in the stars we are destined in life,
Which means our fate is already sealed,  
Do you think you can really be happy,  
If all your life’s events were then revealed?  

Good events more than welcome they would be,  
But all those other situations bad,  
The ones that you would now constantly see,  
These would truly, cruelly make you sad;  

Since our destinies we cannot turn,
Then it’s better that we don’t want to know,
All the things that are fated to happen,
So knowledge will not deal a deadly blow.

Seahorse in the sea
Upright it will always be
Friends are all fishes

Laziness waits around the bend,
Always ready to be your friend,
Be careful if with him you meet,
He’s not a nice person to greet.
For he’ll remove your zeal and drive,
And destroy all your aims in life.

Eyes are the doorway into the mind,
Study well the eyes and you will find,
Flash lights of truths or shadows of lies,
Smiles of laughter and teardrops of cries.

If you should pass me on a crowded street,  
And we had not really made plans to meet,  
If with each other we could still just greet  
With a simple kiss, that would be a treat!

A most important sense to develop,  
To maintain good rapport with everyone,  
Is to have infinite understanding,  
Even when all our patience is done.

Rain and sun painting
Which end starts and which end ends
Where's the *** of gold

When the sun no longer shines,
And the moon has gone away,
The stars have left the sky,
And darkness rules the day;
I hope that you can come,
To me before I die,
I will kiss you one last time,
Before I say goodbye.

A simple nod with the head,  
And a slight wave of the hand,
Add a gentle, sincere smile,
And I will understand.

If I fully understand you,
And you really understand me too,
Then disagreements won’t matter,
For we’ll be in sync with each other.

Fierce-looking black bird
Sharp eyes scanning the landscape
Hunger in the air

If I saw a crooked man,
Staggering down the street,
And every now and then,
He has to regain his feet;
Would I be right to say
He’s had too much to drink?
Or should I not judge like that
Much further I should think?

If I saw a shadow then,
Lurking behind a tree,
Could I conclude somehow,
The shadow must be a he?
Or maybe I could be wrong,
The form behind the tree,
Is possible it’s not a man,
The shadow may be a she.

If I were sleeping and I heard,
A gunshot in a house,
Could I think someone’s been shot,
For no one shoots a mouse?
Or could it be that even,
If I had heard a scream,
There was really nothing wrong,
It was just a simple dream.

It’s so easy to conclude,
That white is always white,
And black is always black,
But is this always right?
We cannot always believe,
Our faithful ears and eyes,
Will always tell the truth,
And never tell us lies.

I watch the softly shimmering flame,
feeling its soothing charm transport me,
into the subconscious of myself,
where my thoughts and I become the same;

Then I analyse my wrongs and rights,
all the faults encountered in past days,
when sanity and reasons don't lie,
to raise my thoughts to healthier heights;

Alone I sit, no one calls my name,
in the latest hour of the night,
to watch my friendly candid candle,
and to bond with its flickering flame.

“Two late” are two fateful words,
Dreadful to the eyes and ears,
For these little simple words,
Erase smiles and start the tears.

Rockets skywards bound
Exploding colours and sound
Joyous fun all round

Sacred mountain top
Home of the Goddess Sengen
Are spirits around

Are trees shivering
For snow is covering them
Icicles are cute

It is always disconcerting,
when one hears a person,
who is finding fault with another,
has the very same fault too,
like the cliché of the ***
calling the kettle black.
somehow one can notice others
but not notice oneself;
So before we criticise,
it is wiser to first take stock
of ourselves, and see if we have
the same falling block.

The sun was sinking in the evening sky,  
The clouds painted in brilliant colours,  
The pale moon lingered closely by,  
To help to clear the final hours.

We are only drops of water,  
In an endless and mighty sea,  
So we shouldn’t think ourselves,
To be greater than he or she.  

In a vast and endless desert,
We’re only tiny grains of sand,
So we better know for always,
We are all equal in this land.

When I was six or seven or eight,  
I loved to see full moon shining bright,  
Sometimes went to sleep a bit too late,  
Staying up watching its brilliant light .  

Then I wondered often how it was,    
Wherever I went,  it I could see,  
Finally I  knew that was because,  
The moon was always following me.

I love to catch a falling star,
From the heavens up above,
Then I can carry it with me,
And always treasure it with love.

I know the star be magic,
Or else how can it fly,
So very high above,
Shooting through the sky?

So I will look up every night,
And wait until I see,
A star that falls that I can catch,
So I can carry it with me.