.
Excess time limits
Zeroes claim sufficiency
Always more to gain
.
Speed loses it’s thrill
Passing belies danger
Too slow to fly right
.
Leftovers with bite
Words left out two nights to spoil
Lines become homeless
.
Meanings foster mold
Language to languish over
Properly kiss mine
.
To the bitter end
Middle ages fly faster
Hellish days drag on
.
Spread the crap around
Bottom foundations in growth
Tree’s sanctuary
.
Terms slip on sweet fruit
Wear them in then wear them out
Face a toothless grin
.
Uncle Tree's House 
Uncle Tree –
each poetic limb is sturdy and wonderful to swing on… but the sturdiest of all are:
“Leftovers with bite
Words left out two nights to spoil
Lines become homeless”
“speed loses its thrill” indeed! care to you! Cindy
Hey, Bryan! Good to see you again!
I think you are correct. That was my favorite haiku bunch, too.
I’ve been known to play with my food. This was a leftover from
February which was feeling left out, so I threw it up for grabs.
Good catch! Swing at will.
Yes, Cindy. Chasing can become a boring, tiresome chore.
I just wish the prize would hurry up and get here. My legs are shot.
A wonderful poem to the “passage of time”. I loved that expression of Tree’s Sanctuary. Age is a sanctuary, in my opinion. Too bad that so many people don’t see it that way.
Thank you, Silvia! I tend to agree with your assessment.
Anything (whether it be a person, their works, or their discoveries)
that has passed the test of time is truly deserving in it’s own right.
The merit of sanctification is a most blessed stamp of approval.
Dazzling, maestro,
almost lasered me cataracts :0
ed
Thanks, Ed! Sorry about the near miss.
I wood knot want that to happen.
You’d never recognize me again,
nor eye you, an eye oh you.
I still have all my uppers and a few of my lowers so the grin this gave me wasn’t quite toothless.
I sure hope you can continue to keep your words then, TWM.
It has to be better than eating them when they fall out.
I suppose it’s not surprising that the same lines Bryan quoted, I was also going to quote.
Sometimes, I want to let the words ferment like the bacteria that blackens my toilet bowl.
Yes?
Dear lady, I think your mind
is dirty enough as is. Soap
scummy words can easily
be cleaned away w/floss.
.
Hey, folks—
This is how the official word academy
trashes the place. It’s a filthy pity!
Please feel free to contribute.
Sponges are welcome, too.
I like a little scum, Uncle. I could use a good mind scrubbing from all the filth.
In a forest, I would always recognize you, dearest U-Tree.
Oh, jeez, Caro. It’s just a haiku fondue of word play.
But, I thank you for being so kind with your terms for today. 🙂 Hugz, McNut
LoL Caro, you rock my world! ❤ Luvz and a long hug for you!
I’m sorry, Caro. Will do — promptly.