Forty-four haiku
22 haiku
Potter Reef – Innisfail
Held sunken vessel’s clue
FV Wallan – truth
Cold blooded killing
Protaganist’ first victims
Dying with laughter
Drips fall from
rooftops
Into tanks filling volumes
Of aqueous smog
Children learn from dark
Tales to discern truth to cut
Binding taboos loose
Fishing GBR
Seven years to be skipper
Mystery boat sinks
Thirty dirty eggs
Turn to green grubs spinning thread
But a fly poet
Warm earth’s wind gusts
Blow leaves off angophora
Mulched for April sow
Australian autumn
Warm earth felt under bare feet
In soil good to write
It’s fun writing
Haiku where possessive’s
Extra syllable
Poet new to haiku
Learns possessive syllables
Now for formatting
Very suspicious
Those vicious inauspicious
Aesop’s snake fable
Great Barrier Reef
Shapely emeralds on top
Now look – coral bleached
Massive concrete cups
Capture liquid solution
Our monsoonal rains
Wascally wabbit
Has a tewwible habit
Magic and Mayhem
Goldfish imprisoned
Freedom of information
Confirms suspicions
Children repressed learn
Dark tales to alleviate
Less than blessed taboos
Trust instinctively
Innermost spirit speaks true
It’s God, you, then, me
Scoopa plumpkin sloup
Dulcie’s juicer’s pulp to gulp
A rabbit’s Magic
Libraries – not just
Repositories they are
Social gatherings
Finger pointers point
How disappointing until
Three point back at them
Lake Macquarie FAW
Laughing My Far-king Arrrrs Waft
Owl writers welcome
Twenty-two haiku
For fighting those enemies
Most within our minds
22 spiritual haiku
How can I explain
The mystery found in me
Is all about Him
To find a treasure
Seeking till He draws near you
Amazes us all
Easter Friday keeps
Many focused on the Cross
Since He’s risen
Spiritual man
Father gave to humankind
Who soon had Him killed
God appeared as man
With all our transgressions died
Slaughtered by sinners
Jesus conquers death
Gives unconditional life
To all falling short
We will never know
How far we fell down that well
Selling ourselves short
So, he, or she, who
Points fingers judging others
Remember that well
His mediating
Sees blood cover penitents
Iniquity cleansed
We can walk, skip, fall
In mud, knowing everything’s
Pardoned by God’s blood
We can’t see until
God opens our eyes to truth
Save, please – Hosanna
We sold out to sin
Crimson, scarlet, all colours
Set free from all sin
We knew what was wrong
Yet we couldn’t not do it yet
Could be born again
Now new creations
We try not to fall over
Then find we’re babies
Spiritual milk
Is all we can understand
As little children
Hungering for bread
After circling mountains wide
We can still be kids
Kids, like silly goats
Exceedingly stubborn ones
Sometimes need wear chains
We’re all in prison
Him living in us in Him
Holy Spirit vessels
Us with sin love Him
Him without sin loving us
Us with Him – no sin
Knowing sin we fell
Rebellious people of hell
Read cruellest thoughts
Only within Him
Can we really know pure love
Outpouring His joy
Some think they’ve grown up
God teaches be like children
I’m so good at that
by Andrew Carter
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