Retry:
I do not live by
moments that evaporate
like steam in the air
life moves on like floating clouds
what if some weekends went wrong
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Retry:
I do not live by
moments that evaporate
like steam in the air
life moves on like floating clouds
what if some weekends went wrong
I really love this line..... :D
sanguinaryQuote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
within the borders
of exotic Myanmar
government rejects
the will of peaceful people
blood shed in confrontation
Nobel Prize
Lessing got the prize
Al gore stashed it away too
who else I don't know
but dynamite made Nobel
repent his own invention
Next: Gog Megog
I'll work on gut reaction to this one; I don't happen to know what the hell 'gog megog is' :)
breathing from the limbs
this foreign infestation
blips from each eye.
spiral codes whip with each flash
flaxen heros' libidos.
a flaxen hero's libido :)
flaxen heros' libidos
quench his thirst for holy things
love this crusader
the fire of love will kill him
lend him some of your orgasm
orgasm
Of course I knew! It would've veen really funny not knowing about Eid while I'm living in an Islamic country with Muslims all around me as my bestest friends. :pQuote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
stirring the body
just underneath the warm skin,
the rising of a
dreamy desire, there's a
secret sun warming the soul....
An Irish Guitar
HiQuote:
Originally Posted by symphony
this is superb poesy. I like it.
where in globe is your tiny green speck?
chow!
come let me pluck you
let me tune you to music
let me stir your strings
let me sing a song for you
let me fall in love with you
topic?
nvm :lol:
sorry, the topic is ''freedom''
from my high aerie
may i glimpse the wanderings
of the human race
creatures that enslave others
and cry then for lost freedoms
gambling
love is a gamble
you never know when it turns
like a bloody bull
and attacks you with its horns
and rips you apart
Next: arousal
a light touch of your
fingers in my soft places
breathing slow and deep
minds and hearts full of desire
bodies respond in tandem
heaven on earth
you and me alone
in the valley of lovers
walking hand in hand
immersed in the sea of love
found our heaven in this world
love without sex
I need nothing more
than the touch of your hand, your
voice entering me,
we are joined at the soul and
there is nothing else I need.
A ladder
give me a ladder
and i will paint your visage
on the moving clouds
so that when you pass by me
i can always see you smile
next: smile
a smile
given freely
and without expecting
anything but warmth in return
magic
Mars
Hey, is this short poem,,,,certainly not tanka?Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
the day will soon come
when lovers with their luggage
of heart-melting love
will head for the planet Mars
away from this earth
sorry next: intelligence
This endless buzzing,
this crackle and hiss of white
noise burning my mind,
does it offer an answer
to mystery, or to death?
A bowl of white roses
imagination
like a bowl of white flowers
decorates your thoughts
you can keep them fresh and fine
in coffers of your brain's shrine
wow, damn this senility!
Next: shrine
erect memory
of someone who gave their all
surpreme sacrifice...
for someone without thinking
of the cost they would pay: build
Halloween
the death of pumpkins
weird faces covered with masks
tell different stories
spirits, ghouls and banshees
seem to fill the atmosphere
horizon
halloween again? :D lol Pen, great minds think.... ;)
Horizon:
the black skyline draws
me to it, who can tell what
awaits me there, will
i be able to touch, for
once, the brilliant blue there?
A Baffled Boffin
Alec Griffin
you the man in the white suit
wearing your trousers
upside down, workaholic
are you inventing something?
hmm and the topic for the next tanka? :)
'touch'
touch
,,,,,,,
let us be honest
desist from Plutonic love--
the rot of mind
feeling a flower feels fine
when plucked by hand from the twine
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
a shoal of sardines
swims in the darkness of sea
like a silver patch
thousand bodies with one soul
just to be consumed
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Next: 'the ultimate truth'
The Ultimate Truth—
chasing mystical knowledge,
secrets forbidden—
tapping unnatural energy,
seeking the creative force…
memory
flowers will dwindle
redolence will whiz away
hues and colors fade
Time's a harbinger of ruin
a freak of forgetfulness
next: forgetfulness:(
Once I knew this hand,
its lines familiar, each
bump and mark like home.
Now the veins lead to places
unknown, my map is broken.
a discarded newspaper
nothing is wasted
wood turns into papyrus
for us to write on
It is used for packing too
to be recycled
earthquake
like a cinch the earth
tightens, convulsing each grave
and splitting roads carved
through dust by ragged joints of
men in search of final rest.
an office
all chairs and tables
arranged in a business space
to hit a bargain
from the unsuspecting clients
to make them pay for coming
fish
how a rainbow trout—
(fish have excellent eyesight!)—
mistakes a dry fly
for insects swarming nearby—
must remove fish as “brain food” …
(with a tip of the Fedora to Patrick F. McManus, my inspiration…)
Camping
camping may be fun
for those who can afford time
but it is no joy
for those wretched homeless folk
whom earthquake left no shelter
cyclone
swirls of wind lift me
forces tearing me apart
freeing me from life
from the pain within my heart
of loving and losing you
next topic: the forest