Sways among the dead
The myrtle, stands laurel too;
Sorrow and honour.
Sways among the dead
The myrtle, stands laurel too;
Sorrow and honour.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
who messed with ur poems?!Originally Posted by Pendragon
Sorrow and honour
mixed with bittersweet vanity--
the monarch's liquor
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
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=
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
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!
the monarch's liquor
touched the lips of human greed
brushed against his sin
=I am the defenition of Haiku rust) 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.
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?
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
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...]
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
no one will listen
tea and black ink by the lake
speak to the many
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
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!who messed with ur poems?!
Speak to the many
of wonder, power, glory:
But will they listen?
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
but will they listen
to soft symphonies of peace
tuned with melodies?
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
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
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
We cried together
The movie was tear-jerking
Then how could we laugh?
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
How could we laugh?
After all we have seen
How sugar tastes saline?
while salt tastes sweet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. (W.B.Yeats)
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?
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
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?).
In this seemingly never ending end of what we call- life, I live.
I live in regrets and they make me who I am. But without regrets- I would not know, what I know today.
He who dwells much on his past, he will miss the present- which then in consequence- will cause him to ruin his future.
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