You know I love you
My love's deeply sad today
Since I tell you not
You know I love you
My love's deeply sad today
Since I tell you not
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Since I tell you not
Please do not force an answer
I don't want to talk
Hi Janine
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....
I don't want to talk
to the wall or a pillow,
but with you instead.
Thanks, Janine. I like haiku, and this is fun.I am new around here, so thanks all for putting up with me.
but with you instead
I have chosen to journey -
take my hand, stay close
take my hand, stay close
come children, you're dear to me
I am blessed by them
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
I am blessed by them
Grapes after they get squeezed down.
Wine is so God-sent.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Wine is so God-sent
truest laughter all about
oh so winefully
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Hi Virgil![]()
Wine is so God-sent.
Let us partake of juices
Of forbidden fruit.
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
I will fix it
oh so winefully
the men went caroling, now
they stagger towards home
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
they stagger towards home
the road, so long, is drawing
to an end . . . about here.
They stagger towards home
armies lurching aimlessly
zombies on the prowl
drat, fixing it
They stagger towards home
the road, so long, is drawing
zombies on the prowl.
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"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
ooh, i like the fix
zombies on the prowl
"can't get no satisfaction"
nearby, so they leave
nearby so they leave
concert tickets overpriced
Rolling Stones grown old
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Rolling Stones grown old,
the tumbleweed finally
races towards the end
races, towards the end,
tend to get everyone's eyes
on one place at once
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."