Just pick from mine. I need to get to bed. Goodnight.
Just pick from mine. I need to get to bed. Goodnight.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Short sandy hair curled
I gaze into my mirror
Kindness blesses my life
That's me in the haiku of course - I am going to bail out now too. Nite all!
cute poem, Virgil - bye!
Short sandy hair curled
Twist, twist, twist and it hurt lots!
She said "Ouch! Hold it!"
Thanks Janine!
"Night Uncle Virg!
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
Laindessiel, I never saw so many people who must have posted same time as on the last few pages, really funny to review them and read them all. Everything got mixed up this time around. What a wacky night! Hope tomorrow is better on H. You are getting the gist of it, good advice from Uncle Virgil. I had some pretty silly ones tonight....sorry. Bye all, see you tomorrow!
She said "Ouch! Hold it!"
It was too late, her heart fell
Smash to smithereens
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying in other words that he is wise today than yesterday - Alexander Pope
Conviction that is not under-girded by LOVE makes the possessor of that conviction obnoxious and the dogma possessed becomes repulsive - Ravi Zacharias.
Smash to smithereens
Beer bottle shards pierce flushed face
Out at the nightclub
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Out in the night-club
all people were dancing madly
she was not only one
Last edited by Pensive; 11-30-2006 at 06:25 AM.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
But she's only one,
For my soul is charred and grim
from the black heartache
___
Im being sad again!
Last edited by toni; 11-30-2006 at 09:14 AM. Reason: Pensy changed her last line!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
that was great toni. I'm too tired to give it credit now but wanted to say whoever follows this one better do it justice
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
g'night all you haikurs , good luck with your writing! cant wait to chek the poetic updates in the morn....
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
From the black heartache
in the breast, cold ash stagnates
in no phoenix form.
Yeah! It's very confusing to read!Originally Posted by Janine
I am inspired, as always, by him. He's just a very venerable man you couldn't help but to be awed. I try not to simulate but just emulate. Hope it comes across...You are getting the gist of it, good advice from Uncle Virgil.
In no phoenix form
Could she rise from the ashes.
Holds are often barred.
Yo Penseroso!
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
L, Glad he inspires you. So funny you call him Uncle V. I am older than him. Probably the matriach on this site...sigh. V is a big help to me, also. I seem to be getting the hang of writing H now. Last nights posts were really funny and confusing, as you agree. Our timing as group was all off. Must have been the moon....ha.
Love this new Haiku of yours. You are getting better all the time!
Holds are often barred
In hearts cracked now so wretched
Stark reality
Last edited by Janine; 11-30-2006 at 03:36 PM. Reason: changed word in last line
Stark reality
shifts in continual gaze
to blurred contortions.
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