A wormfilled coffin
No light at the tunnel's end
And all come to this?
A wormfilled coffin
No light at the tunnel's end
And all come to this?
May curiousity kill me, and may satisfaction bring me back.
I seem to have finally found my way back to heaven online, formally known as you all. I've missed you all so much....
Dang, not again
Then to the unknown
You cry your dark expletives
Why did it end now?
May curiousity kill me, and may satisfaction bring me back.
I seem to have finally found my way back to heaven online, formally known as you all. I've missed you all so much....
Shouty! My Poetic Rockstar!![]()
A wormfilled coffin
Strikes the sight of the devil
Waiting for horned souls
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Aaakkk!! Jumbled again! everyone ignore my haiku..
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
If we're ignoring yours, whose do we go off of?![]()
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
Pick one of my last, or toni's. First to it gets the pick. Or you could agree on it... Either way. I'm goin to bed, chiquitas... Duke it out as you please. I'll make sure I clean up in the morning if you want...
May curiousity kill me, and may satisfaction bring me back.
I seem to have finally found my way back to heaven online, formally known as you all. I've missed you all so much....
Anyone's but mine. My haiku stinks-as usual..
Hello againlongtimenosee!
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Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Goodnight misscaroline! Sweet dreams to you!![]()
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Shall I pick?
May curiousity kill me, and may satisfaction bring me back.
I seem to have finally found my way back to heaven online, formally known as you all. I've missed you all so much....
Waiting for horned souls
To creep out of the painting
Of the last judgement.
"In rime sparse il suono/ di quei sospiri ond' io nudriva 'l core/ in sul mio primo giovenile errore"~ Francesco Petrarca
"Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can."~ Jane Austen
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May curiousity kill me, and may satisfaction bring me back.
I seem to have finally found my way back to heaven online, formally known as you all. I've missed you all so much....
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
You're dead and buried
We have lost what we once had
I do not care now
You know what? Just ignore me.. I'm going to sleep. I'll be bakc in the morning, when I'm more apt to intelligence in a timely matter...~grumble~
May curiousity kill me, and may satisfaction bring me back.
I seem to have finally found my way back to heaven online, formally known as you all. I've missed you all so much....
And for those of you missed out on what ShoutGrace was responding to, it was:
Waiting for horned souls
Demons creeping from corners
Bosch comes alive now
But for those of you who didn't, we're ignoring that too. Dang, we are just not in synch...
May curiousity kill me, and may satisfaction bring me back.
I seem to have finally found my way back to heaven online, formally known as you all. I've missed you all so much....
Ack! The world of haiku moves so swiftly! I'll see if I can catch up using the final line of David's:
Misery and pain
Of the poor sad aching brain
Writing swift Haikus.
"In rime sparse il suono/ di quei sospiri ond' io nudriva 'l core/ in sul mio primo giovenile errore"~ Francesco Petrarca
"Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can."~ Jane Austen