Monthly Archives: October 2011

Four Ghost Senryu

Four Ghost Senryu

living room ghost
stolidly at fireplace
running for my life

dispirited house
attic, cellar, hallways
fading into walls

mating fruitfully
never to multiply
in a rancid tomb

little girlie ghost
adorned in resplendent lace
lucid Chantilly

Posted for:

 Haiku Heights Prompt #92 “ghosts”

And also for :

Prompt: The Gooseberry Garden – Poetry Picnic Week 11-Halloween Special

Photo Credit freebsforslkids I Wanna Shine Like A Star In Heaven

Lost Silence

Jimi Hendrix On Stage Fender Stratocaster

Lost Silence

abstract ideologies
stiff in my head
in my own silence

a slip in heartbeat
in a millisecond signal

light of night
terminates fear
muted amusement

luminous stars
as full moon rises
in a windless night

apostates speak
sirens clamor
blaring Stratocaster
lost silence


Photo Credit

Abandoned Puppies

Terrified Puppies

poor puppies forlorn

left to their own devices

cold, scared, abandoned


Photo Credit – Facebook dog rescue circuit (unknown photographer)

Drooling Dog Senryu

Drooling Newfee

juices down chin

cloth won’t sponge it up

dribblin’ like wet paint


Posted for:

Haiku Heights Prompt #91 – Sponge

Also posted on:

D for Dreamin & Dancing

Photo Credit Dogillness Excessive Drooling In Dogs

mythic art girl in a tree

Sky Reading

mythic art girl in a tree

mythic girl in the tree
pressed into the hearts of leaves
and floating in the ferns
the legacy is her seat
she thinks its a ride
the reading flows
with announcements
and knowledge

fancy little art girl
busier than ping-pong
thick as jasmine tea
she burns without pain
a mental excursion
no blood, but stil dangerous

the magical girl
waiting to share books with
her transformational sister
full of surprises
she must be bitten
to change her outlook

girl with a smile
never wasting knowledge
never losing the yen to learn
doesn’t hear the voice of caution
characters collapse
she is disposable

girl without a library card
time to exchange books with friends
cool enough to show her feelings
when she learns that death
is a one-time important thing
can she find it in her soul
to love the wolf, the giant or the witch


Posted on:

Short Story Slam Week 13

Image Credit Sky Reading by A Chance of Sunshine


Alice in Wonderland by YukiValentine


a grin without a cat
is not a cat without a grin
in a world without sadness
where colors rule and
you care not
where I go while
I care much
to detain you
for your knowledge
binds me to this
upsidedown world
you are everywhere and
there is anywhere
you find cheeses
shaped like faces
and then i’m
suddenly called mad
by mates who
regularly escape
from the local
lunatic asylum
though they should be
sitting in the lounge
solving riddles and puzzles
playing checkers and bridge
on a competitive level
throwing red colored
jello into each other’s
grizzeled hair
intimidating the
sassy unfortunate inmates
who cannot wait
their turns on
the croquet field
and then slam balls
into each others heads
with confusing fury
and no account
for the proper
rules of safety
eating wild mushrooms
falling out of
an orange sapped tree
right onto my head
as i manage to hold
onto the tail
of my everpresent
cheerful mentor


Written for:

Poetry Blogroll Midnight Snack Prompt 006.

Also posted on: Meeting The Bar Critique and Craft – Conflation  by emmett.

Also posted on:

YukiValentine at deviantART

The Erotic Engineer

Sexy Gates

The Erotic Engineer

Within the environment of
baseline tasks
one encounters demanding
psycho-acoustic research.

Ultra sound communication,
high resolution optical encounters,
define this rather
goofy proto-type stage.

The interconnection protocols
specifically tailored to this operation
contains an internal implementation
with automatic calibration:

cutaneous sensors GO
multi-media sensors GO
texture map sensors GO
torque sensors GO

In augmented real time,
The force feed back structures
Act as a toolkit
of functionality.

Their virtual sidearms
Are magic enough to surprise
but not shock. Oscillations.
Release. Synchronicity.


This was posted for Monday Morning Writing Prompt – Alliteration.  Well, I hope this has enough alliteration for this prompt. I think it does. Even though the guy in the pic is not an engineer, close enough, he’s a Computer Engineer, and I thought it was amusing.

Also posted for:

Prompt: Operation

Photo credit Computer Science Rocks

Hector and the Hawk

Hector and Hawk in My Back Yard

Hector and the Hawk

who are you, fearless chicken
with beak of honed steel-edge
and savage, hostile talons,
sitting on my perch with arrogant stare,
and merciless terrible eyes,
ready to tear off a head,
beautiful, wild, patient,
false manner of inaction,
awful thoughts beam from your eyes?

why do you not tease like blackbirds?
or scuttle away like sparrows?
you are on your own: no murder nor flock.

my tormenting baritone barks
are but lame sounds;

you stare me down.

you are mirthless, without pity
and i mean nothing to you!


One day, when Hector was my only dog, I heard him barking and barking without stop. This was not usual, so I looked at the window to see what was going on, and there was a Hawk. Hector could turned around and looked at me, “Why is this stupid bird not afraid of me. I’m doing my job, barking, and it just doesn’t care.” I captured this in the picture above.

Written for:


prompt – “My Backyard”

I wrote this little poem , from Hector’s point of view, to go with this event and picture.

Also posted on: Wordless Wednesday: Eat your veggies!

Photo Credit: Mine (c) 2006 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.

Woman Who

Woman Who

woman who’s lips are a complex mystification
conforming structurally into my own
i touch my nose lightly onto her lips
then swiftly maneuver down
to buoyantly lick and twist and braid
and weave our tongues
like fruity moist leather candy

woman whose  jaw nodes
expel succulence into her mouth
i nibble on her orifice
and froth it up
with ambrosic juices
i am drenched with her devotion

woman who leans into my body
and settles like putty into my nooks
and clings to my frame like cellophane
our skins reach through our clothes
longing to unite the contrast
of textures, of colors, of hormonal scents
and the similitude of taste and mettle
as we smelt into robust regalement

woman who’s seat is softness
where all her life sits
who’s handfuls of flesh
are the size of her heart
she rolls herself along my thighs
and rubs her scent onto my own
we reach around each other’s torsos
to hold our fundamental interconnection
to brace our loads freely
and without calculation


This was posted for: Poetics The Other.

I posted this for Brian Miller who caught me the other day on my Fruit Leather poem, saying that it sounded very sensual, and I actually took some parts of this and turned it from a sensual poem to a food poem. And well…that’s how to use words. So Brian, this is for you!  🙂

Also posted on:

Mag 97

Photo Credit: Was  Jean Harlow  The  Sexiest Sex Symbol of the 30s.

Fruit Leather

Fruit Leather

Fruit Leather

orifices nibble

jaw nodes masticate

succulence expels

and froths it up

as ambrosic juices drench

complex mystification

conforming structurally

onto lips


lick, twist, braid and weave


around fruity moist

leather candy


Posted for Wordsmith Wednesday – Taste

Also Posted on:

Poetics – Undercurrents

Phtoto credit Simply Recipes How To Make Fruit Leather