Originally Posted by B-Mental
Hey I love the Stones.They're still great despite their age.
On one place at once
The rooster cackles loudly.
Morning will soon turn.
Hey I love the Stones.
On one place at once
The rooster cackles loudly.
Morning will soon turn.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Wasn't trying to bash them, for some reason B's haiku made me think of a tumbleweed.
Morning sun will soon turn
Alas, homework remains un-
done. why bother now?
I wasn't bashing either, jeez I know its only rock and roll virgil, but I like it!
Done, why bother now
searching continually
distant fleeting dreams
"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
Distant fleeting dreams
Come every night you are gone.
Must the moon revile?
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Must the moon revile?
The visions; memory now
Taunted by harsh words
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
must the moon revile
me so? He's just lucky to
be out of my reach!
oops, musta thought to long. fixing . . .
taunted by harsh words,
I try to grasp, but it must
be out of my reach!
Must the moon revile?
Cold and ubiquitous globe,
Harsh pseudo-nightlight.
Try that last line on for size.
Be out of my reach,
Or you might find yourself in
A pain conondrum.
Orright.
harsh psudo-nightlight
refuses to let me sleep
how I long for dawn
How I long for dawn!
Her warm rays carress my face,
Wake me through the shades.
Wake me through the shades
Brightly the moon's embers glow
Paints shadows on all
Last edited by Janine; 12-14-2006 at 12:53 AM.
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
paint shadows on all
that they might never forget,
the past never ends
exactly my own thought - Susan - good haiku!
The past never ends
till we give it a grave, but
Does it not haunt us?
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
does it not haunt us?
good times and sweet memories
resurface again
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