Loves Monet's lilies
Listlessly through windowpanes
Watches summer rain
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Loves Monet's lilies
Listlessly through windowpanes
Watches summer rain
Watches, summer, rain-
drops: niggard, hurried, heedless;
softly they go round
Softly they go round
as a Sweet Pumpkin's eye on
Apple-Butter nights.
Apple-Butter nights
whispers autumn's aria,
as the cat looks on.
very pretty, Jon.
As the cat looks on,
Thoughts as complex as her coat
Dyed in calico.
dyed in calico
the indian summer faded
white winter has come
White winter has come
To represent that lifeless
Boring purity
Boring purity
Who would want
Such decency
Such decency
Is anticipated now.
I bow before you.
i bow before you
sixteen winds in all the world
breath across the seas
breath across the seas
sail below constellations
caught in slow motion
Caught in slow motion
In the strange force field around
The planet Vulcan.
The planet Vulcan
has many brown dry mountains.
Will Mr. Spock return?
Will Mr. Spock return?
Where have all the vulcans gone?
Long timewarp passing.
long timewarp passing
buggy shuttle overtakes
space program roadkill
Space program roadkill
A misappropriation
Of our resources.
Of our resources,
None does serve ourselves better
Than glorious greed
Than glorious greed
fuels many a ho-hum man
on to higher heights
btw, welcome back, Petrarch. I like your Vulcan haiku. ;)
On to higher heights.
My back aches from this incline.
I hate mountain paths.
Hi Riesa.:wave:
I hate mountain paths
Ever since the fatal slip
That made me a ghost.:eek2:
That made me a ghost
When I stopped to contemplate
its a fast world...
it is a fast world,
voraciously consuming
the time of our lives
The time of our lives,
when we had,
ohh the Good Old Days...
ohh the Good Old Days...
when orange rooms breathed haiku
you could almost touch
btw...Hi Virgil. :wave:
I just want to chime in that's some darn good haiku you got there, Reis!
You could almost touch,
in the bright mathematical light,
the dust of time
Hi reisa,
i copied all the haiku's and see it comes up like this :---
That made me a ghost
When I stopped to contemplate
its a fast world...
it is a fast world,
voraciously consuming
the time of our lives
The time of our lives,
when we had,
ohh the Good Old Days...
ohh the Good Old Days...
when orange rooms breathed haiku
you could almost touch
You could almost touch,
in the bright mathematical light,
the dust of time
Hey, Dry Snail!! That's cool!
thanks, jt. :D
The dust of time
coats thick, hiding kohl-lined eyes
in golden faces
Hi Riesa!!
In golden faces
Are the jewels of envy.
Kings desire empires.
Kings desire empires
Slaves desire only freedom,
And then some empires
and then some empires
fall when they should have risen,
prey to rising ones
Prey to rising ones
Clawing, gasping out their breath.
Mere marks on the wall.
Mere marks on the wall,
only ruins of my love,
Will you grow mosses atleast?
Will you grow mosses?
I hear that they shall scream
when chopped from the earth.
When chopped from the earth,
Maimed and grave, disproportioned.
Metamorphosis.
what's the haiku format again?????
Hope its clear now....Quote:
Originally Posted by ;7807
Metamorphosis,I dont understand.
In these realms of Voracious Desires,
A Gregor Samsa asks another...
((What happened to 5-7-5?))
A Gregor Samsa
Is a kind of beverage
A taste of apple
A taste of apple
reminds me of my two front
teeth...oh agony!