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WARNER BAXTER Aug 2015
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in the desert heat
coyotes scream so wildly
echo through the sage
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mercury rising
thermometers replace clocks
the burning sky melts
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sunrise to sunset
blue turns pink yellow and orange
colors to behold
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Arizona heat
a hundred ten in the shade
eggs fry on sidewalks
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Sweat beads in seconds
Blister and burn in minutes
My hair is on fire
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WARNER BAXTER Aug 2015
peacock is proud
rock and roll is loud
surround is the sound
played in the round
levels 100Db exceed
without plugs do ears bleed?

WHAT?
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Owls say who
cows go moo
ghosts say boo
nothing new
horse goes neigh
but what does the turtle say?

HUH?

Some birds sing
most of them squawk
quail don't fly they walk
parrots can talk
can you hear a snail trail?
what's the sound of a whale tail?

WHAT?

bird wings go flip flap
fish fins go splish splash
horse hooves go clip clop
snake belly goes slither
Santa Clause says ** ** **
but what's the sound of the *******?
WARNER BAXTER Aug 2015
When nature calls away from home
you need to find a public throne
a place that's clean to spread your cheeks
one that flushes without plumbing leaks
not at an outhouse or a remote latrine
they're so disgusting and very obscene


Time to hurry you're poking cotton
skid mark stains are never forgotten
parking your car at the local K-mart
releasing pressure, cheek sneak a ****
concern turns to fear of what you dread
passing gas has formed a turtle head


As your back side slaps the toilet seat
you realize this job will end incomplete
burning eyes from the methane vapor
on the roll not one square of paper
so every time you cut the cheese
don't forget to clinch and squeeze*

WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
GOD THE FATHER
JESUS THE SON
HOLY SPIRIT
AMEN
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AMEN
HOLY SPIRIT
JESUS THE SON
GOD THE FATHER
Shape format poetry of The Holy Trinity, juxtaposed in a mirror image. Triangles of equal sides made of God, Jesus, Holy Spirit.
It does not matter which way they are flipped, turned, rotated, spun, rolled or inverted together or not they will always remain the same.
God's promise of ever lasting life
WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
“While the rules for writing haiku in Japanese are clear,
there is no Clear consensus for any other language.
This means that I am write and everyone else is wrong.”
                                                      ­            *~writer unknown~


Definition of: haiku* (according to Words Of Warner)

A secret and ancient Japanese style of poetry. Invented and
protected by the elite group of ninjas known only as The Basho.
Some say, The Basho dwell in a sacred temple made of gold and
rice paper, hidden deep in the bottom of Mt. Fiji. Others claim
they are in elaborate tents made from the finest silks at the
highest peak of Fiji. But no one knows for sure. Except maybe
James Mc. But he’s not talking.


How to write a haiku -

First, pick a subject. You must choose from the chosen list;
rain, wind, the sun, bugs, Mt. Fiji, Bruce Lee or frogs on a pond.
The only exception is snow, and only used during the winter.

Second, pick a form.  You can write in 1, 2 or 3 lines, sometimes
4. It all depends on those silly syllables, or as the Japanese call
it, morae. Remember, less is more, more or less always but never.
Here’s a tip, the best haiku are written backwards.


Now you are ready to write your own fun little foreign poems
called haiku.*



Note: if you are counting “morae” or words, don’t forget to divide
the number of “morae” by the number of lines, or is it divide
the number of lines by the “morae” and please use the                          on-line    Japanese counter/converter.
WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
I've seen things you'll never see
I've been places you'll never be
I've done things you'll never do
so many you wouldn't have a clue


behind velvet ropes only for the V.I.P.
private and hidden the public can't see


I know things you'll never know
I know things I wish I didn't know
laws broken without heart or brain
Immoral games they are all insane


Singers and Dancers and Players of guitars
and Hollywood's most infamous Movie Stars
WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
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~~^^~~
in the desert heat
coyotes scream so wildly
echo through the sage
~^~
mercury rising
thermometers replace clocks
the burning sky melts
~^~
sunrise to sunset
blue turns pink yellow and orange
colors to behold
~^~
Arizona heat
a hundred ten in the shade
eggs fry on sidewalks
~~^^~~
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