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For years, they have lived like mice, grey and quiet. Behind the blank face, Behind the scissor -pincer hands. they make a home among the wheels and dials, the weight and pulley inside my head. At night, a phantom shares my bed, the faint rise and fall of her breath, the porcelain skin cold to the t...

I do not like this person, whoever they are. In that , the poem succeeds. Strong

Thank you Bob, but I decline on Jesus Was, only because I don't think it good

Meenas The Smuggling Experience
Bobs House Wren

Thank you Eira. Means a lot coming from you

Yes this is very well done. I particularly enjoyed the irony that the narrator may in fact be smuggling gold under their noses. I'm going to nominate this for IBPC

Good little poem. Eso. Principal of your legs. It's just right.

Thanks

Thanks. I always value your input

REVISED

Starless night in Thebes, I caught him. A slave-boy making for the moon gate. I put a ring through his nose, bound him with serpents, fed him Tuna and honey-garlic until he grew sleek, bathed him with quicklime and pepper-water. I sold him to the high priest for a promise of favor from Horus and sev...

Meenas, you're one of the hardest working poets I know.
This is a gentle poem and puts me in mind of Robert Frost with the interplay between creature and homeowner, how to be at peace.

Late to this. I like the juxtaposition of boozy Hollywood and oozey La Brea. Good backdrop

Longest poem I think I've seen from you. There are do me good moments in this

If they had bundled you home in blue flannel, crepe paper draped from walls, your shrill cry filling the room with balloons, moon-faced ratcheting the air like an upturned beetle, fat and white as a thumb left in water, I would have been afraid. The nurse tapped her watch, covered your eyes with a t...

This is a poem whose power is muted, yet evident through the use of good poetics. I have one nit Two years have passed since his demise shook me, waves radiating from my epicentre. In the aftershock, I think this earthquakes analogy doesn't fit with the balance of the poem and is stale by comparison...

Like the first one best Billy. Good ecanple

Didn't Jagger have a heart transplant or something?

Thanks Eira it was my first attempt a5 Haiku

http://www.eclectica.org/v23n2/bradshaw.html

Fine work

I've never truly been a fan of the form . Thanks for the elucidation. I'll be sticking to free verse

Very good read. Rings true

It is Meenas, affecting mostly women

Shit. Yes unstruck. Should have caught that

Whatever works for you, works for me