A poem written as four continous haikus:
the concrete children
stare and shiver, hide and seek,
at the recess hour
the concrete children
of the suburban schoolyard,
sniff glue and burn blunts
the concrete children
of bombed brains, of hollow hearts
and trembling tummies
they chase the sirens
of the ice cream truck, craving
poisoned pop-sickles.
575 Haiku
-Raxtus
A poem written as 2 continuous haikus:
Grandfather always
says “never a borrower
nor a lender be”
She’s deaf to his words
of age-old wisdom, swiping
my penniless heart.
Haiku 575
-Raxtus (Bilal Moin)
Dear all,
One of ideajunkyard’s haikus, papercut, was recently featured in The Tipton Poetry Journal, a reputed publication based in Indiana, America..
I would like to thank the Tipton publishing team for the honour of having my work published along side that of University professors and professional published artists. I would recommend a visit to Tipton’s issuu.com publication if you wish to read the haiku, and many other alluring works of poetry from all over the globe.
https://issuu.com/tiptonpoetryjournal/docs/tpj36
You could also support the publication by buying a copy from Amazon.
https://www.amazon.com/s?field-keywords=tipton+poetry+journal&tag=issuu00-20
Thank you very much! Looking forward to such opportunities in the future
-Raxtus
Bilal Moin
A poem written as 12 continuous Haikus
Welcome! March right in.
Every hour is happy hour
at the state-owned bar.
Let us pour you a
pint of our propaganda:
persistent and stiff.
Rest your weathered hands,
bottle your anger and let
your brain have a wash.
Government approved
radio repeats anthems,
muting stories of
spreadeagle Mary
one part vodka two part blood
slain on the stained square.
Miners mull over
murky malt, grazing on fresh
indoctrination,
oligarchs oppress
behind opulent curtains
sipping strong spirits.
Stifle your complaints.
Accept the Authority
Raise your flute up high.
And celebrate with
the drinks flowing like rivers
in rationed volumes.
Dance the night away
with your equally gin-soaked
comrades under the
stars and stripes, hammer
and sickle to music of
fireworks and gunshots.
The eyes note as you
uncork another bottle
of dry deception.
575- Haiku
fingers find fervour
interlocked and intertwined
electric touch
A poem written as two continuous haikus;
small sea urchins are
elusively innocent
inky black hunters
a sea of sharp stings
scattered on the dim seabed
stabbing the scrouges
575 Haiku
-Raxtus
Inspired by the stinging needles of sea urchins
Hvar, Croatia (July 2017)
the surging waves of
warmth wash over the split stars
lost in lawless love
5-7-5 Haiku
– Raxtus
Sometimes you look in the mirror
Sometimes you hate what looks back
Sometimes you hate what you’ve turned into
Sometimes you hate what the world has turned you into
And sometimes you hate yourself for blaming the world
Your macrocosm is a mirror
Mangled with distorted insecurities
Muddled with your polar personas
Maddened by your deepest regrets
Mutilated by an excruciating pain:
The shattered mirror of a shattered life.
– Raxtus
A poem written as 6 continious Haikus..
The Holy City
of golden domes and walled streets
ringing with prayer.
Incense meanders
the desert air, bewitching
beguiled believers.
Polarized pilgrims
protected by the Gods in
The Holy City.
The Holy City
of barbed wire and concrete walls,
wailing tears of paint.
Cleaved up city where
blood flows freer than red wine.
-painful partitions.
Dogmatic zealots
crusading for the gods in
The Holy City.
just hop, skip and jump
playful race to the front line
young gap-toothed dead-eyed
575 Haiku
-Raxtus
