air hangs 'bove cities,
heavy as her life's cares.
she exhales the smog.
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air hangs 'bove cities,
heavy as her life's cares.
she exhales the smog.
She exhales the smog,
Inhaling stench of cities,
Her life chokes itself.
Her life chokes itself.
a soul in the qaugmire,
always depleted,
Hi A, Nice Haiku!
always depleted,
creativity on hold,
work stimulates art.
Hello Janine, great Haiku to you :D,
work stimulates art.
the well trained mind, a motley,
of profuse colors,
thanks - there was a message in that H for both of us...your new one, too.
Of profuse colors,
Rainbows arch over the plain
Promise of new life.
promise of new life
within glow of breaking dawn,
birdsong lauds the birth
Birdsong lauds the birth
Of sensation, vibrant day,
Life's adagio
Life's adagio—
Trembles on single tiptoe—
Butterfly change to swan…
Butterfly change to swan,
Gliding gracefully on glass;
I perceive the dream.
:nod:
I perceive the dream.
Floating sofly far away
Soon disappearing
Soon disappearing
Disappearing into space
This life I can't face
This life I can't face,
this profound devastation,
on turbulent waves
on turbulent waves
she navigates aged dreams _
whiskey bottle falls
whiskey bottle falls
from little cat's drunken paws-
climbing up a wall
Climbing up a wall,
To escape from my prison,
There lies my shadow.
There lies my shadow,
The guard in the tower sees,
bells ring for Janine
bells ring for Janine
She opens the door to find
a match who would play
a match. Who would play
this gorgeous lady in a
table tennis game?
table tennis game?
by the gym, ground floor, basement-
here they come again
here they come again,
always looking for trouble!
you seen him lately?
you seen him lately?
framed in lighted doorways
sees light in darkness
sees light in darkness
that annoying alarm clock!
I'm trying to sleep!
I'm trying to sleep,
Thoughts lure me awake once more,
I'd rather stay up!
I'd rather stay up
in this haunted house and watch
ghosts walk by my door.
ghosts walk by my door,
I nod in acknowledgement.
warm breezes reply.
warm breezes reply—
flirting with the Great North Wind—
incurable rake!
Incurable rake!
Wandering out, cold night calls,
Kitty-Kat come home!!!
Kitty-Kat come home
Meat and milk await you here
Warm generous love.
Warm generous love
and a loving embrace, then
will come punishment
will come punishment,
when all evil is revealed,
dreaded judgement day.
dreaded judgement day
where chorus of angels sing
songs of paradise
Songs of paradise
Sung angelicly, true notes -
Instruments of hope.
Instruments of hope
Lifted, wielded and honored _
Children of I Am.
Children of I Am
have wonderful grammar and
are very proper
Are very proper -
Royal aristocracy,
Gyspies have more fun!
Gyspies have more fun!--
Because family is at
the top of the list.
the top of the list -
meaningless 'necessities',
the poor fall beneath
the poor fall beneath
robber barons cruel hands—
visit Biltmore now...
Visit Biltmore now...
Treasure the lush opulentence,
Threshold of riches.