The Golden Lion. Mycenaean Haiku by Richard Vallance.

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Richard Vallanc Santorini Greece May 2012

Richard Vallance, meta-linguist, ancient Greek & Mycenaean Linear B, home page: Linear B, Knossos & Mycenae,
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Moving On. Haiku.Theme Loss & Grief. Nancy May

winter sunset
taking your last breath
I am with you
winter drizzle
our time has come
for us to part
winter night
I come back home
to an empty house
winter dawn
I am waking up early
since you left
spring dawn
the absence of your voice
I start to notice
spring rain
I understand now
we walk on new paths
spring sunset
in the passing of time
my heart opens

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Nancy May has haiku published in Haiku Journal, Three Line Poetry, Poetry Quarterly, Inclement Poetry, Twisted Dreams Magazine, Vox Poetica, Eskimo Pie, Icebox, Dark Pens, Daily Love, Leaves of Ink, The Blue Hour Magazine, Kernels, Mused – The BellaOnline Literary Review, Dead Snakes, Danse Macabre – An online literary magazine, High Coupe, A Handful of Stones, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine, UFO Gigolo, 50 Haikus, The Germ, Boston Literary Review, Be happy Zone, Every Day Poets, Cattails, Ppigpenn and Creatrix Journal. Haiku will soon appear in M58.
She is a monthly contributor at The Camel Saloon and Poems and Poetry. She has reached The Heron’s Nest consideration stage twice and the Chrysanthemum consideration stage once. She is working on her first haiku collection.

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Paris Haiku by Virginie Colline.

after the rat race
chasing clouds and field mouses
on the Butte Montmartre
the Leica clicks
the right scene at the right time
no doubt in his mind
caress and murmur
the cat is asking for more
like the rest of us
Jaques Prevert by Iziz Paris haiku
Jacques Prévert by Izis
​Originally published in Dagda Publishing.​
Virginie Colline lives and writes in Paris. Her poems have appeared in The Scrambler, Prune Juice, The Mainichi, Frostwriting, Prick of the Spindle, Mouse Tales Press, StepAway Magazine, BRICKrhetoric, Seltzer, Overpass Books, Poethead, Silver Birch Press, The Bangalore Review, Creative Thresholds, Storyacious and Yes, Poetry, among others

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Haiku Poems Janet Kuypers


spirits inside you
want to come out and scream their
story to the world

“of his thirst”

of my dead Scotsman,
they spoke of his drinking, but
never of his thirst.


death’s an animal
perched under your bed, waiting for
you to close your eyes


Writhing on the floor,
bruised, she cried, begged for an end.
I had to kill her


when they go extinct
do we study the mistakes
or just study bones


But I have to drink
more. The burning doesn’t last
as long as you do.


Take the final swig.
It burns it’s way down your throat.
It scorches your tongue.


I have to take showers,
scrub skin, rip out organs, to
rid myself of you


Trapped, she felt a chill,
like a goose walked on her grave.
She chokes with his touch.

(bonus line haiku)
“H-bomb explosions”
reach temperatures as hot
as the first second
of the Universe


amazing how much
of your life you can fit in
a single suitcase


I feel nothing but
the intensity you feel.
Your thoughts cut my face.ant”


waves are crashing, and
the moon’s phases are changing
to a rhythmic pant.


a civil war is
raging in me, and I want
a revolution


I need to record
these things to remind myself
that I am alive


they tried to kill me
but I survived. Lucky me.
But, what have I won

“John’s Mind”

human beings are
the only creatures with thought.
that’s why we have gods.


although I hate you
I’ll never let go, so you’ll
have to run faster


I look and see all
that you’ve affected. The world,
this house. The mirror.


you work harder than
men for less pay, so keep up
the good work, ladies


just when you feel hope,
then they take it, quickly. it’s
all in the timing

“Two Not Mute Haikus”
Just sit quietly.
Rapes, beatings, torture and pain.
We can beat you down.
You can’t be quiet.
Try to fight the world’s evils —
Even with just words.


I ain’t got money
and what do you mean to me
when nothing’s for free’


Records? I’m vinyl.
Your needle’s been in my grooves;
through every ridge, pore.


canned condolences
were all I heard when I lost
the love of my life


if we’re cast in stone
I’d watch your form forever,
frozen by your side


fallen to my knees,
I can feel my chest cave in
knowing it’s my time


flowers on the water
broke the oil seeping up from
the submarine grave


this pain in my chest,
pounding, heaving, throbbing, like
it’s trapped, in a cage


like cream in coffee,
evil explodes into a
mushroom cloud and spreads


when putting same clothes
on angels and demons, you
can’t tell them apart


left with you there, I
watched us become blood-
thirsty animals


fog envelopes me
it’s a thick, powerful force
that doesn’t let go


with blurred eyes, hollow
upturned tortoise shells look like
battle casualties


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Janet Kuypers is a professional performance artist, and is a writer, an art director, webmaster and photographer. She was even the final featured poetry performer of 15 poets with a 10 minute feature at the 2006 Society of Professional Journalism Expo’s Chicago Poetry Showcase. This certified minister is even the reverend.

She sang with the acoustic bands “Mom’s Favorite Vase” and “Weeds and Flowers”, and on occasion she still performs in “the Second Axing”, and does music sampling. Kuypers has over 70 books published and close to 40 audio CD sets released, and is published in books, magazines and on the internet around thousands of times for her writing and art work in her professional career, has been profiled in such magazines as Nation and Discover U, won the award for a Poetry Ambassador and was nominated as Poet of the Year. She has also been highlighted on radio stations, and has also appeared on television for poetry repeatedly.

She turned her writing into performance art on her own and with musical groups, and ran a monthly Podcast of her work for years, as well mixed JK Radio — an Internet radio station — into Scars Internet Radio (radio stations ran 2005-2009, and there are plans to start the radio stations again in 2011). She ran the Chaotic Radio show through and (2006-2007). She has performed spoken word and music across the country – in the spring of 1998 she embarked on a national poetry tour, with featured performances, among other venues, at the Albuquerque Spoken Word Festival during the National Poetry Slam; her bands have had concerts in Chicago and in Alaska; in 2003 she hosted and performed at a weekly poetry and music open mike (called Sing Your Life), and from 2002 through 2005 performed quarterly performance art. Starting in 2010 Janet Kuypers also hosts the weekly Chicago poetry open mic at the Cafe (, where she also runs a weekly poetry podcast.

You can see video links and short poems as tweets at, and all of her book releases and video releases from the Cafe and her performance art shows can be seen at, but to ever learn more about her you can see her publishing organization, Scars Publications, on line at, or you can learn about her at


Far Deeper than a Soul Starves.Richard Lloyd Cederberg.Haiku/Tanka Poem

 Far deeper than a soul starves


Being positioned

Between vitality and

The grays of shadows;

This freely expressed life of

Extraordinary colors


Creates full rainbows

With words and desert echoes;

Revealing her path


As an art scholar,

Medieval literature;

One LIVING sculpture

Lamenting loves complexness;

A dragonfly ASCENDING,



The innocence of dreaming,

Not fully knowing


 Her life will evince

The fervent hopefulness’s

 Of one seeking TRUTH



In humbleness of spirit,

(Voyaging beyond)

 Life’s many unrequited

 Gifts given from two scarred hands


 Understanding now

 Dying as a conversion;

 Circling obstacles

 Akin to daily regrets;

 A cathartic chrysalis


 Waiting to be bound

 To ONE who emancipates

 The LIFE she foresees;

 Translucent of an echo;

 Far deeper than a soul starves,


 Chrystus beckons

As an artificial church decays




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Translated Poems by Michael R Burch. (Basho,Sappho,Shugyo.)


Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
―for the children of Gaza

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.
Michael R Burch

Eros shakes my soul:
a wind on desolate mountains
leveling oaks.
Sappho, fragment 42, loose translation by Michael R. Burch


The butterfly 
perfuming its wings
fans the orchid
Matsuo Basho, loose translation by Michael R. Burch


Oh, fallen camellias,
if I were you,
I’d leap into the torrent! 

― Takaha Shugyo, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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Michael R. Burch’s poems, translations, essays, articles and letters have appeared more than 2,000 times in publications which include TIME, USA Today, Writer’s Digest and hundreds of literary journals and websites. His poetry has been translated into Arabic, Czech, Farsi, Gjuha Shqipe, Italian, Macedonian, Russian, Turkish and Vietnamese. He also edits

*Translator’s note: I consult a wide range of sources before I do a translation, since I’m not an expert on other languages. For instance, before doing my translations of Basho and Sappho, I studied hundreds of translations and comments about their work by various experts.

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