The patriarch

open hearted gum
welcome me with ancient arms
receive me: I’m home

The coffee shop composer

no breakfast coffee
a head filled with disorder
beneficence delayed

Mid morning coffee

A son’s vision *

If only more 'tags' 
were formed like senryu
the world view would improve

Silhouette courtesy of tree and sun

* Senryū a slight re-phrasing of an observation by son, Charlie

Winter delight

sunrise over frost
looking cool with gum and palms
a biting surprise

~ 6.55am nor’east over my side fence

Winter best seller

(in Melbourne Au)

the electric blanket

lying still in bed
skin reading the braille of heat
absolved by its charm

what luxury -
my first electric blanket;
energy prices soar!

(But not as high as my age).

Googlespeak

not algorithmic
nor is it polite routine
a I learnt to love me

Improving internet manners

imagine a polite cookie
more like a biscuit
or even a scone

   Alternative endings:
or English scone
or scone with cream
or pre-boris scone
or devonshire tea
or scones with no jam
a scone with no scream

The not so grave diggers

workers in cemetery
all digging noisy hurry
disturbing living

As published on the minimistalism site but with the addition of a picture. https://minimisaltalismgmail.wordpress.com/

Winter in Melbourne, Australia

A reissue with
winter wording and pic
plus bonus haiku

with unseasonal sun
lawn mowers cough into life
boisterous symphony

View:-
from lawn mower’s perspective

A trite haiku:
Melbourne’s winter climate

climatic melbourne
days wet wild and woeful
one day wonderful

Senryū: a barometer of the soul

black white and grey shades
themes tapped into a phone
surprise only me

As published by minimistalism but with a few different words

Ha! I was expecting a ‘Very dry’ rating

The charming mist of a gas hot water heater

a fake mist blows past
bathes camelias in luxury
small guilty pleasure

Misty scene outside kitchen window

The colours of leaves

autumn's fiery hues
light my way when winter jeers
burnt into memory

Wording revised for winter

The future for Luddites

I decided to continue the pun theme with a light reworking of ‘The future for Luddites’ senryu, originally published on the minimistalism site.

The future for Aussie Luddites *
the modern luddite
writing with calloused fingers
breaks phone with one tap

* In the late seventeen-hundreds, many English artisans resisted the introduction of weaving and knitting machinery. Attempts to restrict use or win fair pay and conditions failed and the so-called Luddites started to smash machinery. Violence escalated on both sides and eventually the protracted rebellion was brutally crushed. Many were hanged. Some were transported to Australia for punishment.

Celebrating fifty senryu

fifty-one extant
pen falls silent if not mind
dee contemplates rest

Editor’s choice
Over the next two weeks I will release several of my favourite senryū, not previously published on this site.
I might also give a light polish to some pieces previously published here and re-release them too.

Rave review for the pun series!

AS FUNNY AS WATCHING BUGS BUNNY…
in a foreign language on the one and only state owned tv station in town.

The end of humour as we know it

d calls it humour
(humour that won't make you laugh)
id makes whole self laugh

~ well I like it, sigmund ~

Deedee could do better

if only school tests
asked for fifteen word sumries
dee might have done good

How green were my glasses

all those flagrant weeds
if oxalis tasted good
I'd be in clover

Now imagine that DD had had the skill to strike through the ‘l’ in glasses and print an ‘r’ above it to write:
How green were my grasses?
Answer: ‘Valley green.’
‘Take him away officer!’
‘The charge?’
‘Throw the book at him.’

‘OUCH!’