Don BairdDon Baird

Born 1947 in Denver Colorado, USA
Living in Palmdale, California, USA
http://www.kungfukarate.com
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plum blossoms
even the enemy
settles for tea

Haiku Wisdom Modern English Tanka Press, 2011

 

old monk –
a waving brush
paints the sky

Haiku Wisdom Modern English Tanka Press, 2011

 

ocean ripples . . .
the shape of wind
everywhere

Haiku Wisdom Modern English Tanka Press, 2011

 

tide pool . . .
ocean foam lathers
a sand crab

Haiku Wisdom Modern English Tanka Press, 2011

 

one stone –
a metallic echo
tumbles

Haiku Wisdom Modern English Tanka Press, 2011

 

— the vagrant
holding his hand out
. . . holds his hand —

Haiku Wisdom Modern English Tanka Press, 2011

 

autumn sunset . . .
shadows of leaves
falling into themselves

Haiku Wisdom Modern English Tanka Press, 2011

 

out of darkness . . .
a light autumn gust
remembers me

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

fall whispers . . .
the art district’s
late night smoke

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

tsunami shore;
a child’s hands washed
in blood

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

whale carcass;
just near the horizon
a neon haze

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

old sea turtle –
beyond a cold breeze
and plastic bags

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

harboring
a tomato can –
autumn’s voice

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

grilled sardines –
the summer sun raising
the dead

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

half-moon;
the tide appears
undecided

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

light breeze . . .
a bugle’s call crosses
the cemetary

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

longing for home I become a memory

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

marching
in the field of death –
a number

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

on the sleeve
of a priest’s robe –
his tears

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

christmas –
the unopened gift
of forgetting

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

coloring
snow with snow . . .
a winter gust

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

autumn clouds –
the moon folds
into a frown

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

fugu soup –
even my chopsticks
hesitate!

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

waning moon –
a tinge of death
in the halo

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

Jersey Shore;
even a stuffed shark
is homeless

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

shy moon –
a touch of you
in the mist

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

in the space between words     worlds

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

her curves in the hands of the moon

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

summer’s heat –
the shrapnel of
a human being

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

high wire all the birds I’ll never meet

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

– between bombs . . .
an evening of love
and body parts –

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

the sunflower
never dreamed of;
Hiroshima

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

old pond –
the sound of something
I had forgotten

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

deadheads –
the flowerless stems
of stillness

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

lost in dreams . . .
I’ve never grown up
to play war

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

twilight –
her child gutted
by a glint

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

tormented –
the brown eyes
of someone

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

AK-47;
the suddenness
of it all

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

shots pop . . .
between the tears
of children

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

wrapped –
but not held together,
her tiny hands

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

evening poker . . .
his legs still walking
the trails of Nam

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

PTSD –
this one daisy,
the world

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013


war cries . . .
his ears ring along
his lifeline

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

wind blown . . .
the pathos of a
fallen moon

Haiku: the Interior and Exterior of Being The Little Buddha Press, 2013

 

hanging mirror the shape of my thoughts

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

looking through me my reflection too

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

her tears     the cost of a stamp

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

see-saw
a cloud appears
not to know

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

and then then the rain silent

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

shallow mallow
the sunset hues
of eternity

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

rain repeating words repeating

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

inside a tear what remains of winter

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

without the moon my shadow and I

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

worm moon moving earth

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

without thought a bird anyway

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

weirdly insistent the matter of rain

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

fallen shopping cart autumn’s home

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

themselves leaves winter orange

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

twin towers:
at their feet, the origami
of autumn

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

spring run-off
where does the water go
across my mind?

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

undertow thoughts of thoughts today too

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

exigent road into itself self

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

jack rabbit –
the startled trail
of moonlight

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

moon     cricket     autumn’s wide-angle-song

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

high road between clouds dusk musk

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

– dangling . . .
a dandelion
doesn’t know –

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

horizontal seashore along the mast

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

the wind between never leaves

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

rising tide . . .
the waterfall gives birth
to a hummingbird

Ink Zero The Little Buddha Press, 2015

 

between pages memories pressed

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

each rose the wind leaves behind

 

 

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

powder across the pines across

 

 

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

 

dropping petals a rose leaves town

 

 

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

daydreaming how quickly my mind

 

 

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

shy moon —
a touch of you
in the mist

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

near the edge
the loneliness
of the moon . . .

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

warped bamboo —
an effigy turns
away

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

storm drain —
the vertical axis
of winter

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

dripping
into a leaf
winter turns

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

— an old bear;
slowly through the marsh
into the stars —

Don reads his haiku as selected by Dr. Richard Gilbert; In a Day, 2014, USC Pacific Asia Museum, Pasadena, CA
Haiku — the Interior and Exterior of Being, Little Buddha Press, 2014

 

nagasaki . . .

in her belly, the sound

of unopened mail

 

HaikuNow, 2013, 1st Place

 

 

 

 

raining shadows . . .

the spring moon between

heartbeats

 

As the Crow Flies, 2013

 

 

sacred spring . . .

leaves dazzle in the wind

of a bassoon

 

As the Crow Flies, 2013

 

 

silence cracked;

the pine borrows

a crow's caw

 

As the Crow Flies, 2013

 

 

 

whispering . . .

the butterfly's

unusual path

 

As the Crow Flies, 2013

 

 

 

radiation . . .

the unexpected depth

of silence

 

As the Crow Flies, 2013

 

 

 

shoreline . . .

the translucent sunset

of a child

 

As the Crow Flies, 2013

 

 

 

winter bones;

young buds emerge

on wall street

 

As the Crow Flies, 2013

 

humid sunset:

the battlefield still bleeds

between grass blades

 

 

umbilical —

the astronaut returns

on mother's day

 

 

enemy's camp —

a shower in the blood

of fascination

 

(alluding to Lee Miller, WWII Photo Journalist)

 

old pond —

the sound of something

I had forgotten

 

 

oh snail

you were there

yesterday!

 

NHK Radio, Japan, Sokon Tadashi Kondo Contest, 1st Place

 

Kyoto sunset

an orange koi

nibbles the moon

 

Kusamakura, 2005, 3rd Place

 

frozen pond

the moon sees

an old face

 

Kusamakura, 2004, 3rd Place