Waiting to be found
Until glory has faded
My nights, my days, lost
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Waiting to be found
Until glory has faded
My nights, my days, lost
My nights, my days lost
And so is the hope I held
Nearest to my heart
Nearest to my heart
emaciated black rose
deepest secret art
Deepest secret art
Spells of old and spells of new
Tells you how to fly
Tells you how to fly
Strategical matters fall
Why did you listen?
Why did you listen?
Why did you not go away?
But came back today
But come back today
for tomorrow will be gone
Silent America
*Doesn't 'Silent America' have 6 sylabbles?
Silent America
Suffering on the inside
Looking to the past
A proper haiku is more than just the correct syllable count in each line - the first two lines are supposed to set up an ambiguous image that is resolved in the last line, something like a riddle. One example (I cannot remember the author's name, but I found it in the book "An Almanac of Words At Play") that illustrates this feature very well:
Oh! I ate them all!
And Oh! What a stomachache!
Stolen green apples.
Whooopss!! my bad, wasn't counting right.
looking to the past
thinking of green apples lost
alude to eden
Hmm... does it make sense... does it have too. Try to reply as fast as you can.... but attempt to adhere to the 'rules'
S.
Alude to Eden
While looking at the blue sky
Beautiful flower
Beautiful flower
hibiscus brought instant love
Garden of mischief
Garden of Mischief
Is only a metaphor
Eden is a myth.
Eden is a myth.
All our truth is relative.
What book to believe?
What book to believe?
Tales of gods and miracles
But written by men
But written by men
(And women too) this language
Gives life, creates us.
Gives life, creates us
The Great Almighty Father
Who lives in Heaven
Gives life, creates us
Cohesive and devisive
The power of words
who lives in heaven?
her white wings and flowing hair
Love, Heaven. A dream.
_________________________
The power of words
can pound like the waves, or just
whisper like the wind
Love, Heaven. A dream.
Is it not dream what you dream of?
The All Mighty God.
The All Mighty God
My heart fraught with love and faith
Gratitude for life
Gratitude for life
Ancient thanks and praises
Then saying goodbye
Then saying goodbye
Memories, questions and thoughts
Open your eyes, love
open your eyes, love
Try to tell from his mistake
Bring them up above
Open your eyes, love
The Nightmare has gone at last
And it's a new day
And it's a new day
So why does it look the same?
The groundhog is here.
I found the poem I quoted in my first post. The author was given as "Shiki". It's on page 143 of "An Almanac of Words At Play" by Willard Espy.
The groundhog is here
shadows among the frozen
waiting for the one
Waiting for the one
Reanimating his life:
Breath, blood, and new cells.
Waiting for the one?
No, it's "Going For The One"
An old Yes album.
An old Yes album,
Like Close to the Edge, playing
somewhere in my mind.
somewhere in my mind
A leaky tap is dripping
the day is too long
The day is too long
In summer's heat. Come winter,
Starved of duration.
Starved of duration
He is eating the sweet air
As dust flows on skin.
As dust flows on skin,
A return of flesh, passage
Of relentless time.
Of relentless time
Which dissolves the sunlit bud
In blackness, in death.
In blackness, in death
Mouth lips smiles tongue and blooms
A thousand flowers
A thousand flowers
Sweet offerings to idols
Petitions unheard
Petitions unheard
Will echo through the body,
Fester in the heart.
Fester in the heart
All the pain, past and present
Finally set free