I am blessed by them
Grapes after they get squeezed down.
Wine is so God-sent.
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I am blessed by them
Grapes after they get squeezed down.
Wine is so God-sent.
Wine is so God-sent
truest laughter all about
oh so winefully
Hi Virgil:D
Wine is so God-sent.
Let us partake of juices
Of forbidden fruit.
I will fix it
oh so winefully
the men went caroling, now
they stagger towards home
they stagger towards home
the road, so long, is drawing
to an end . . . about here.
They stagger towards home
armies lurching aimlessly
zombies on the prowl
drat, fixing it
They stagger towards home
the road, so long, is drawing
zombies on the prowl.
ooh, i like the fix
zombies on the prowl
"can't get no satisfaction"
nearby, so they leave
nearby so they leave
concert tickets overpriced
Rolling Stones grown old
Rolling Stones grown old,
the tumbleweed finally
races towards the end
races, towards the end,
tend to get everyone's eyes
on one place at once
Quote:
Originally Posted by B-Mental
Hey I love the Stones. :p They're still great despite their age. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by zanna
On one place at once
The rooster cackles loudly.
Morning will soon turn.
Wasn't trying to bash them, for some reason B's haiku made me think of a tumbleweed.
Morning sun will soon turn
Alas, homework remains un-
done. why bother now?
I wasn't bashing either, jeez I know its only rock and roll virgil, but I like it!
Done, why bother now
searching continually
distant fleeting dreams
:lol: :lol: I wasn't upset.Quote:
Originally Posted by B-Mental
Distant fleeting dreams
Come every night you are gone.
Must the moon revile?
Must the moon revile?
The visions; memory now
Taunted by harsh words
must the moon revile
me so? He's just lucky to
be out of my reach!
oops, musta thought to long. fixing . . .
taunted by harsh words,
I try to grasp, but it must
be out of my reach!
Must the moon revile?
Cold and ubiquitous globe,
Harsh pseudo-nightlight.
Try that last line on for size. ;)
Be out of my reach,
Or you might find yourself in
A pain conondrum.
Orright.
harsh psudo-nightlight
refuses to let me sleep
how I long for dawn
How I long for dawn!
Her warm rays carress my face,
Wake me through the shades.
Wake me through the shades
Brightly the moon's embers glow
Paints shadows on all
paint shadows on all
that they might never forget,
the past never ends
exactly my own thought - Susan - good haiku!
The past never ends
till we give it a grave, but
Does it not haunt us?
does it not haunt us?
good times and sweet memories
resurface again
Does it not haunt us?
Gnawing at our heart and soul
truculent lifes walk
Oops, thats what I get for thinking to long.....
pleasure to meet you Zanna, I've been really busy at work so I haven't been around lately
*sticks out hand for a shake*
*shakes hand solemly* Nice to meet you, too. I seem to have that trouble, too. :)
maybe a fix?
resurface again
human nature does, and now
truculent lifes (lives?) walk
Interesting word . . . dunno if I used it right!
Truculent - cruel, savage, destructive
good to know. I'll have to find out how to say it. :) "Stop it, you truculent cur!"
Truculent lives walk.
Succulent cacti eaten.
Dracula's coming....
Dracula's coming....
With blood dripping from his lips
His victim is dead
Nice holiday thought (?)
his victim is dead
so the story has been told...
her cries echo still
her cries echo still
from the regions of hell's fire
burn eternally
Burn eternally
pass the sun in radiance,
damned by misfortune.
damned by misfortune
(and I suppose cowardice)
I rail against fate
I rail against Fate,
amusing Her yet again -
gales shout their disdain
Gales shout their disdain,
Waves crash; tiny grains of sand,
Beaches abandoned
Beaches abandoned
Fish floating dead on the shore.
Oil drains from tanker.