Japanese Tanka game

C.S. Lewis dreamed
About a tale involving
Children and a great
Lion in a faraway
Land filled with magical ones.
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Avoiding Information Overload.

TMI my friend,
Really explode, short-circuit,
My cerebellum…
Abort! Abort! Abort! (click!)
Almost sensory overload!
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Spider spinning a web

is that you charlotte
morning dew reflects the day
how we miss you so
wilbur lives another day
charlotte will live on forever


hunting season

Here I am, with my
Winchester in hand, without
Deodorant or
Clean scent, waiting for my prey
To appear in the clear day.
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Your All-Time Favorite Movie.

From the moment I
Widen the lens, the light shines
Through, recording each
Scene. Technicolour image
Life imprints on memory.

Serenading

the ballad plays on
drifting above the terrace
sweet notes singing love
with stillness she hears his song
the melodic burning flame

the struggle to wait

Anxious, impatient,
And frustrated I am at
The lack of progress
In my life and work; when will
I catch a break and shine bright?
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Your Favorite Song.

singing out of key
over and over again
how he loves that song
the neighbors cry out loudly
please change the record won't you

watching summer pass

The air expands like
Lard in a hot frying pan.
The earth tautens like
The skin of age. My mind drifts
Like the swallow surfing wind.

The London Eye

Standing so high on
The South Bank of the Thames on
The Western end of
Jubilee Gardens, the great
Millennium Wheel rotates.
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The Great Pyramid of Giza.

Narrow tunnel leads,
To the tombs of King and Queen,
Treasure for afterlife
Looted by unbelievers—
Better buried beneath sands...

Realm of Nightmares

Escape from freedom:
We drive to the retail park
Where dreams come alive!
Ultimate experience:
Cheap smiles, transient products.

The face of hope wiped by despair

words written silent
the dry envelope appeared
losing heart she turned
he was my sole baby boy
he only had two weeks left

a ride on a roller coaster

Here I go, up the
Metal and hollow mountain;
I smile with glee
And hold my breath as I reach
The top and storm down. Yahoo!
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A Typical Workday.

Platform nine for the
Seven fifty-five (on time)
To Euston. Standing
Room only. Unbreathable
Atmosphere, so where's my book?

The secret lives of horticulturalists