not easily found
that dusty treasure on the
very top bookshelf
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not easily found
that dusty treasure on the
very top bookshelf
very top bookshelf -
ancestral dreams safely kept
intact and treasured~
Intact and treasured,
That sexy impurity
Heartfelt desire
heartfelt desire
surrounded by dark intent
praline excellence
praline excellence -
and add butterscotch - extra
credit goes to you
credit goes to you
for pointing out men's failures--
can you see any good?
can you see any
good in massacring this world?
they call it progress!
They call it progress!
Harmful gases abounding
Till no more ozone!
till no moe ozone
a hue of blue faintly seen
breathing without air
breathing without air
gills suction encrusted slime
and flap burning pain.
And flap burning pain
It overcomes the masses
To be numb again
To be numb again
open the light hole
may be the darkness leave my soul
darkness leave my soul
the oil of blessing in it
make a puff pastry
make a puff pastry
with butter, milk, flour and yeast
Food for the soul, yes?
food for the soul yes
with the early morning dawn
yesterday is past
Yesterday is past,
Tomorrow has not yet come,
Today is our time!
Today is our time!
let us break bread together --
and catch up on news.
and catch up on news...
Lead story: People switching
places with their pets.
Places with their pets
What if we were ruled by them?
A sight it would be!
a sight it would be
if the massless photon swarm
ever made it here
ever made it here
struggling with my feeble pen
'gain to pen a thought.
gain to pen a thought
to lose a mind to shadow
infinite regre(t)ss
infinite regrets
infinitesimal joys
ad infinitum
ad infinitum—
those who mess with other's poetry—
change to suit themselves...
change to suit themselves
the portraits remain unmasked,
sways among the dead..
Greetings and hugs, my dear Uncle Pen! :blush:
I miss haiku, I am sorry everyone, I am getting quite rusty:(
Sways among the dead
The myrtle, stands laurel too;
Sorrow and honour.
who messed with ur poems?! :eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Sorrow and honour
mixed with bittersweet vanity--
the monarch's liquor
:thumbs_up nice, symphony.. I have seen your blog and I must say, your Haikus are all brilliant and inspiring!
the monarch's liquor
touched the lips of human greed
brushed against his sin
=I am the defenition of Haiku rust:p=
Glad that u like my haikus. I remember starting off with posting haikus and cinquains with miscounted syllable orders in every thread when i first began participating in this forum a few weeks back (cuz thats what happens when u post without checking the first page containing the rules! :D ) Anyway, now that I'm 'catching on' to it, i'm finding it more fun and i must say i'm getting addicted to this forum, esp. the personal poetry section. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by toni
Brushed against his sin
tottering piles of infamy
crumpled upon his throne.
By the way, toni, I dont have a blog in the lit-net. Which blog were u talking about? the one in my.opera? if yes, how did u come across it?
Crumpled on his throne
the makeshift despot wearied
no one will listen...
[Uncle Lar, I hope you are doing well, haven't seen you here for a bit...] :)
no one will listen
tea and black ink by the lake
speak to the many
Oh, that. People never agree on syllable count, but then we all pronouce things differently. Had one I didn't see how it could possibly be off any way you pronounced the last line shortened. Que sera, sera!Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
Speak to the many
of wonder, power, glory:
But will they listen?
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but will they listen
to soft symphonies of peace
tuned with melodies?
tuned with melodies
the notes rested quietly
smiling at the sounds
smiling at the sounds
made by blood spurting out from
my neighbor's small mouth
My neighbor's small mouth
did reveal a sad secret
we cried together
We cried together
The movie was tear-jerking
Then how could we laugh?
How could we laugh?
After all we have seen
How sugar tastes saline?
while salt tastes sweet
Momtaz, i see u did the same mistake as i did a few weeks ago... checking out the 1st page does the trick ;)
Then how could we laugh
while a child in rags worn out
was crying hungry?
Was crying hungry,
The blood of him who died. Lo,
He gave you your life.
Hm, bad- I couldn't come up with much. I guess it would infer that the man died for you so that you can have a life (Ex. Soldier dying for his country?).