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From Robert Kingston
Attached were Both recently published in “The word on the street” a Christian journal in the US.
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From Robert Kingston
Attached were Both recently published in “The word on the street” a Christian journal in the US.
Robert
Kingston
I am pleased to let you know that the following pieces have been
accepted for publication within Issue #111 of Failed Haiku.
foundry floor
steelworkers dance about
the overspill
bonfire night
the Roman candle finishes
with a puff
Sleep is not something I am good at.
Listening to yet another dawn chorus is a commonality I share with the birds.
Today is no different to yesterday as I read and tune into noise from others
around the globe
whale song
weaving my way back
into a dream
Robert Kingston,
First published, Pan Haiku review 5
2025
Robert Kingston
long
day
a
toddler’s eyelids
fight
the darkness
By
Robert Kingston
Recently
published in Blithe Spirit, Volume 35/ number 2
Dust Covered Clock
curio shop
a Jack in the box
ready to pounce
what’s one more
tarnished silver spoon
in a dark corner
the taxidermist’s
laboured smile
looking for love
a vintage teddy
with a torn ear
questions ring out about
the vase’s provenance
still on the shelf
a dust-covered clock
that lost its chime
Robert Kingston / Carole MacRury
Recently
published in Blithe Spirit, Volume 35/ number 2
Haiga collaboration by Poet & Painter
Dawn Van Win & Robert Kingston
Both are writers & artists in their own right, but in this work Rob wrote on two of Dawn's canvases to good effect:
Copyright Poem Rob, Painting Dawn
Shahai - Brandy hole, taken from SWF side of the river.
The pond
surrounded Wollemi pines at Markshall estate in Coggleshall. (a species from
when dinosaurs roamed the earth). The estate holds the biggest collection of
these pines outside of their native
By
Robert Kingston
Sci-fi ku
(To hear commentary on the three short listed poems click on the link below)
sky ladder
the Devil’s tongue licks
the stars
by Robert Kingston
Honourable mention
Poetry pea 2024
false hope
there was a tree named oak
he’d shed all his leaves, no joke
he stood there all bare
throughout winters austere
then in spring, he grew a new cloak
Copyright Robert Kingston
there
was a tree named oak
he’d
shed all his leaves, no joke
he
stood there all bare
throughout
winters austere
then
in spring, he grew a new cloak
Robert
Kingston
By Robert Kingston
all at once
Out into the shadows of mighty cranes trod
the cherry on the corner
Distant sound of pulleys, wires whining through the sky
releases its blossom
Muffled sounds of toiling, on occasion a ship's fog horn
we reflect on memories
A milkman laughs and whistles,
in the family home
As birds traverse through Autumn's dewy ply.
By Robert Kingston ~ from (Pan Haiku Review, August 2024)
A Junicho (renku)
Started July 2023
Complete October
2023
Campsite Magpies
fragrant breeze
campsite magpies gather
around a bin bag
rk
a flash shower
tops the water
bucket pc
checking off
another thing to do
before I die
lmp
an evening of blues
and table clank
db
the harvest moon
pops up between lotus
leaves
in a temple pond.
ak
clock work orange
in the midst of Autumn's
first chill db
a car trembles
with the weight of two
in the parking lot.
ak
Casanova scarfing down
a plate of oysters
lmp
crushed shells
form a path through
The Mar-a-Lago Club.
rk
cancer cells
limited within the
gland. ak
until sunset
we dance in fields
of daffodils
pc
as far as the eye can see
hilltopping
butterflies. lmp
Sabaki - Robert Kingston
rk - Robert Kingston
pc - Pris Campbell
db- Don Baird
lmp - Linda Papanicolaou
ak - Amoolya Kamalnath
Campsite Magpies”
—Frogpond 47:2 Spring/Summer 2024
A Haibun and a Haiku
By Rob Kingston
Aligning stars
How weird, you're thinking about something
that has come through spiritual lines and you open today's wordle and type a
relative word.
strike one
the clatter of skittles
dancing on the floor
Haiku
gong bath
a bit of me in full
chakra colours
Both were published
in last month's Blithe Spirit Volume 34, number 2
a renku
from Rob Kingston
published in the British journal, Blithe Spirit yesterday.
CHILD’S HAND (Shisan)
nursery garden
a single cherry
blossom
in the child’s
hand
rk
balloons
roll across the
grass
ak
on the tin roof
light rain
rousts the sparrows
db
that summer night
more than
father would have
approved rk
her prince
left hugging his
pillow
dreams glass
slippers
pc
the hairpin bend
reveals resting
tahrs
ak
behind the band
shell
a clarinet
gathers dust and
rust
pc
fog slides in
to join us for hors
d'oeuvres db
the Man in the Moon
beams gently through
a hospice room
ak
SS Kidwelly
still speaks of its
ghosts
rk
downstream
a bonfire
smokes canyon
walls
ak
hieroglyphics
for decoding come
morning pc
Sabaki - Linda
Papanicolaou
rk - Robert Kingston
ak - Amoolya Kamalnath
db- Don Baird
pc - Pris Campbell.
Triage
Robert Kingston
these interruptions
that start her tears
Spring rain
We had been walking in the woods before opting for the patio at the old café beneath the arches. The sea playing a soft rendition of a Chopin nocturne between the morning traffic holds some kind of draw. Our regular waitress, after setting our tray down on the table, asks if everything is okay. Placing a hand on her arm, I mention all is fine as a seal pops its head above a wave.
Post-treatment
A sugar lump in her tea
Disappears
By Robert Kingston
This one was published in
the haikuKATHA journal.
Have a merry Christmas and
new year.
See you in 2024
time warp
telling the youth
I was young once
Copyright Rob Kingston