Four centuries last
Still we stand homogenous
Assimilation :p
Hi....
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Four centuries last
Still we stand homogenous
Assimilation :p
Hi....
Assimilation -
All mankind in one body
Earth, "human beings"
Earth, "human beings"
Where's the fun in that without
our dearest martians?
Hi Janine! :wave: Haven't seen you in awhile....
Our dearest martians?
Could they learn our simple pain?
One cant tell, but look.
One can't tell, but look--
Perhaps the butterfly's wings
Will cause tsunamis.
Will cause tsunamis,
Earthquakes splitting planet's crust;
Is this world ending?
is this world ending
or am I simply dying...
a raven watches
A raven watches,
Doves peacefully cuddle on roof;
Agression subdued.
Agression subdued
a small kernel pops: listen!
his heart's opening!
His heart's opening!
But inside we found nothing,
We froze in silence!
:D lol!
We froze in silence!
What were we thinking, getting
extra-strength duct tape?!
http://www.identi-tape.com/photos/duct2all.jpg :D
Extra-strength duct tape?!
To stich up the unkown hole,
So where is his soul?
So where is his soul?
In the magical wonder
Within earth's beauty.
Janine, your last two are simply beautiful! I especially enjoyed the first one.
within earth's beauty
peacefully lies ancient lore...
layers of stories
Hi Susan, How sweet of you to say that of my two Haiku. I like yours many times, too...I really like this last one; that is a wonderful last line.Quote:
Originally Posted by Susan Sonnen
I don't think we officially met. I just read your profile and see we both like antiquing and gardening, although my pathetic garden is in dire need of weeding now...I let it go a few years. Nice photo, too. I posted one earlier in the "Lit Net photoalbum" thread.
My first Haiku, I was thinking of the pretty soft gray doves that frequent my roof. They are so sweet and affectionate. I saw them mentioned as a question on a quiz game the other night, the answer being "turtle dove".
Second Haiku was due to reading about D.H.Lawrence and how he felt man is fused with nature. Funny how your mind works and it comes out in your writing unconsciously.
This thread is so much fun, don't you think? Well, here is my new H -
Layers of stories,
Wait, yet to be discovered;
Pages turn to me.
Pages turn to me
In fear of my black anger.
Who lost my Great Seal?
Who lost my Great Seal?
Kings will rise and fall; alas
Royal reigns exchanged.
Royal reigns exchanged--
Take the helm, and wish for luck!
Fate favors no man...
Fate favours no man
Why? Fortune is a woman
fickle and funny
Fickle and funny
The whims of a woman like a
Fleeing butterfly
Fleeing butterfly
First flitting in spring gardens,
Away with the wind!
away with the wind,
my dreams soar high without string
threatening their freedom
That was pretty and profound
threatening their freedom,
peasants rally; final plea
for their rightful place.
For their rightful place,
The tomb now lay forever,
Watching the sunset.
Watching the sunset.
Life slowly fading away.
Hope rise with new light.
"Hope rise with new light."
Ohh! Another believer
traversing the night.
Traversing the night
on the tightrope chord of dreams
clowns sing to the crowd.
Clowns sing to the crowd
Kites blind me while they prick me
with heart of the sword.
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Hello, Il Penseroso! Nice avy...
With heart of the sword,
Medieval knight's pride, shines bright;
Bold in noble breast.
bold in noble breast
beats the heart of a lion _
enemy cowers
enemy cowers—
get thee behind me, Satan!
victory is mine…
Victory is mine!
But she too is a woman
Wings outspread for flight.
Wings outspread for flight
Soaring through the darkest night
Searching for "the light"
Searching for the light
Spectrum lays before my eyes
Still cannot see it
Still cannot see it
The thorn that rips into me
Am I blind from blood?
am i blind from blood?
which drips from my very heart
from a hole torn through
from a hole torn through
by the thorns. You did read the
part about the thorns?
Part about the thorns?
There is no such part, as it
Cuts my soul in two
Cuts my soul in two
by telling me she hates me.
Am I repulsive?
Am I repulsive?
What is repulsive, truly?
Just a slight of mind.