Sways among the dead
The myrtle, stands laurel too;
Sorrow and honour.
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Sways among the dead
The myrtle, stands laurel too;
Sorrow and honour.
: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. :D
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!
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?).