the haiku challenge 2012

What is Haiku Challenge?

The Haiku Challenge is a Haiku writing challenge that runs in the month of February

every year. Write a Haiku or set of Haiku every day and share them in the linky tool to

enjoy the words.

How it began?

As February being the month of love, I decided myself to express my love for Haiku,

after penning down close to one hundred Haiku the love for it has become immeasurable

and that made me throw a Challenge to myself, ‗The Haiku Challenge!‘ in 2011.

The Journey...!

It‘s a sweet journey and Aw, my sweet child is aging two now, and I consider the

journey as a sweet achievement as it helped to discover talents.

Summary...!

I thought it was my dream when reading you but now I realize that it happened in real

while drafting this. It was fun, 29 days of fun with Haiku, exploration of different

signatures of Haiku (Haiga, Acrostic Haiku, Pi-Ku, Naisaiku and Haibun). I hope you

enjoyed writing for the challenge as much as I did when hosting the challenge, if not

then I should call it as Failure of Haiku Challenge and not Success!

In this edition, 45 of you registered for the challenge, 54 challenged, 22 of you

completed the challenging challenge colourfully and made this challenge a grand

success! Three Cheers to all!!! Thank you!

I love numbers and I‘ve been known to cherish stats a lot. In this edition, we had 29

days, 28 challenging themes, 7 different forms, and the poets kick started the

challenge expressing their love for words. In all, we read 54 poets, 1001 entries ~

(1706 Haiku); that‘s an average of 35 entries (59 Haiku) each day. The minimum entry

was 29 entries on Day 25, 26 & 27 and the maximum entry was 41 entries on Day 1,

2 and 9. Considering the count of Haiku, the least was 34 on Day 7 and the maximum

entry was 108 on Day 23.

I must thank everyone for adding smile to my heart! Now, it is my turn to return the

favours by crowning ‗KING OF HAIKU’, ‗QUEEN OF HAIKU‘, ‗STAR NEWBIE OF

THE CHALLENGE‘, ‗CHEERFUL CHALLENGER‘, ‗FAVOURITE CHALLENGER‘, ‗FIRST

SWEET CHALLENGER‘ and ‗LAST SWEET CHALLENGER‘.

Thanks for making my job easier with your precious votes. Here we go....

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THE KING OF HAIKU CHALLENGE...

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The King of Haiku Challenge............ is

There was a healthy competition between three contenders (Andy Sewina,

Chevrefeuille and Ramesh Sood) and Ramesh Sood won the title in the end. Congrats

Rameshji, you deserve the title, ‗KING‘...

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The Queen of Haiku Challenge............ is

There was a healthy competition between three contenders (Becca Givens, Pranali

Kadam and Grace) and Grace went past others with a heavy shower of votes (5 at a

stretch) to win the Title. Congrats Grace, you deserve the title, ‗QUEEN‘...

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THE STAR NEWBIE OF HAIKU CHALLENGE...

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The Star Newbie of Haiku Challenge............ is

There was a healthy competition between three contenders (Asni (A Walk in my Heart),

Valli (Reflection of my feelings) and Vidya Sury) and Asni won the title in the end.

Congrats Asni (A Walk in My Heart), you have won many hearts with your words...

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The Cheerful Challenger of Haiku Challenge............ is

None other than a person who dominated others right from the start. She is a true

winner as she has won hearts with her encouraging words. As I say, ‗I personally feel

that appreciation is the best food for a blogger hunger, in that perspective I thank you

for feeding me. I also feel critics will help a human being touch heights. So be my best

critic‘, she did the best, give a big hand of becca givens who garnered 80% of the

votes.

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The Favourite Challenger of Haiku Challenge............ is

She penned ‗Blank Verses and Invisible Lines‘ to conquer the heart of many people. She

has stolen the heart under three categories by garnering votes under all the

categories, ‗Queen, Star Newbie and Cheerful‘. Here we welcome our Favourite

Challenger Pranali Kadam, Kudos to you...

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The First Sweet Challenger of Haiku Challenge............ is

He came in first, he signed up first on 9 days out of 29 days defeating Ramesh Sood

(7) and Pranali Kadam (5) to win the Title. Let‘s give a big hand to Leo, Our Haiku

Master....

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The Last Sweet Challenger of Haiku Challenge............ is

7 out of 29 days, she came in last to join the challenge and completed the challenge

colourfully. Thank you, ‗BLOSSOM VYDRINA‘

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TIME TO AWARD THE CHALLENGERS WHO DEDICATED THEIR TIME TO

COMPLETE THE HAIKU CHALLENGE COLOURFULLY

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Yay, I completed the challenge...

It is easy to write a day but it is difficult to write continuously for 29 days with

seamless flow. They did it with pride! Here you go (in alphabetical order)...!

Is that all done? Do you love to read haiku of poets who completed the challenge? It‘s

all yours... (In Alphabetical Order)

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Day 1 – February 1st – Theme: Freestyle.

Writing from the heart

My first challenge starts today Butterflies dancing

Day 2 – February 2nd – Theme or Word: Mother

Nurturing, selfless; heaven lies under your feet.

In your love I bloom.

Day 3 – February 3rd – Theme: Paint the Image

these hands once cooked meals this old body was once loved

now just existing

a glass full of love

a bowl of hope and your smile that‘s all I‘m asking

another day here

another day of waiting

live for one more day

Day 4 – February 4th – Theme: Opposite Emotions

moment so precious the sun rises in your eyes

how jealous the night

Day 5 – February 5th – Theme: ‘Ur’ Choice - Form: Acrostic Haiku

Shine and light my way

Under His big umbrella

New hopes, a new day

Day 6 – February 6th – Theme or Word: Think Form: Haiku & Pi-Ku

Happy, having fun

children find joy everywhere why can‘t adults too?

Makes me think

where

happiness hides?

Day 7 – February 7th – Theme: Life Form: Haiga

Day 8 – February 8th – Quote: This Above All, To Thine Own Self Be True

Sing a song of hope

dance to your own inner beat to yourself be true

Day 9 – February 9th – Theme: Paint the Image

feeling safe and sound

inside this zone of comfort forever locked up

life is for living

many adventure awaits

find the master key

closed hearts and closed minds love is the master key to

set your spirit free

Day 10 – February 10th – Write a Haiku describing about a Special day in your

life...

angels smiled, birds sang holding you tight in my arms

my love flowed over


running through the mind

thoughts balancing on tight rope

the yin and the yang

Day 12 – February 12th – Theme or Word: Colours Form: Naisaiku

blue skies, you and I under the cherry blossom

colour me happy

UNDER THE CHERRY BLOSSOM colour me happy

under the cherry blossom blue skies, you and I


balloon in my hands birthday cake with two candles

this is happiness

Day 14 – February 14th – Theme or Word: Love or Valentine

Miracles happen

unexpectedly love comes and I am ready


down and out may be

this is just temporary

I‘ll bounce up, you‘ll see

Day 16 – February 16th – Theme or Word: Sin Form: Haibun

Not living to our full potential is a sin. It is a waste of a life. A waste of opportunity

and the possibilities. Know that anything is possible. There is no limit to what we can achieve, what good we can do. There is a purpose to our being born here on earth.

Seek that purpose. Nothing happens without a reason. So does our lives. It is not just to exist. But to live. Fully awake and alive. To leave it a better place than when we

arrived. We will not pass this way again.

reach out for the stars

life is for living your dreams you too can do great


day is almost done even the birds have flown home

time moves so slowly

help us help ourselves education is the light

to better future

a glimmer of hope

beyond these closed green shutters a mother‘s prayer

Day 18 – February 18th – Theme or Word: Famine

all the trees have died beyond hunger, beyond thirst

tomorrow too far

Day 19 – February 19th – Theme: Seasons Type: Kigo

the final leaf falls

reluctantly to the ground let it go, let it

Day 20 – February 20th – Quote: Live out of your imagination, not your history

let go your story

move on and live out of your

imagination

Day 21 – February 21st – Theme: Dedication

she writes with passion

inspiring, beautiful soul Princesa Fiona

a wonderful host

with encouraging comments someone is special

sweet and gracious friends you lift me up with kind words

fellow challengers

Love and gratitude

for inspiration, friendship best time of my life

sit a while with me

under the cherry blossom for we will soon part

Day 22 – February 22nd – Theme: Paint the Image

beautiful feet poised heart beating, waiting, ready

ching .. ke ching .. ke ching …

moving to the beat

all fears and worries took flight one with the rhythm

eyes mesmerized watch

poetry in motion on stage

enchanting moment

Day 23 – February 23rd – Theme: Joy of Giving Form: (ABC, CDE, EFA) - Haiku

when you give with love not expecting a return

giving from the heart

giving from the heart

not always wrapped in boxes can light the darkness

can light the darkness

a listening ear, a smile

when you give with love

Day 24 – February 24th – Words: Dream Walks

after the rain falls somewhere along these dream walks

a rainbow awaits

Day 25 – February 25th – Theme or Word: Cult Form: - Haiku Structure: - 3-5-

3

free spirit

flowers in their hair peace and love

Day 26 – February 26th – Theme: Food for Thought - Paint any of the Image

Below

sleep little brother

escape from this reality continue to dream

at least we can dream

living like maharajahs in palace of gold

dare my heart to dream tomorrow the sun will shine

darkness will be gone


my mind had been free

long before this gate opened it can‘t be held back

it can‘t be held back

freedom of the mind to dream to live and to love

to live and to love beyond these walls of hatred

my mind had been free

Day 28 – February 28th – Theme or Word: YOUR BLOG NAME FORM: Haiku +

Any Poetry Form of your Wish

a walk in my heart self-discovery journey

one step at a time

write

from the heart

my secret garden of poetry

journey of self – discovery

casting fears aside dare to dream

to seek to

fly

Day 29 – February 29th – Theme or Word: Journey

etched in memory

inspiration and friendship journey of haiku

journey of haiku

haiga, haibun, naisaiku

what an awesome ride

what an awesome ride a learning experience

etched in memory

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Ainsley Allmark *****************************************************************************


Wild smiles cannot be Tamed or captured ~ They will play

Wherever they want


Earth ~ She holds us close

through our days and through our nights

She – our ~ Mother


Gnarled hands, aged wood

Grip the cane, remembered thoughts

Holds the precious life


Sad ~ words not flowing

Rain tears ~ cascading ~ grey thoughts Grey sky ~ more tears fall

Dew washes feet ~ Joy

Walking through dawn ~ Sun lighting Birds singing ~ sky bright


Your Love has touched me Opened my Heart, touched my Soul

Under all the stars


Scattered thoughts begin

to coalesce, form ideas Give birth in your mind

Don‘t just think … YOU …

can DO it NOW



More powerfilled words

to ever be understood … Thine own self be true


No locks can bind me no bars nor words of anger

Your Love has set me free


life...

Meeting ~ never met Souls ~ dance together again

In Love ~ knowing why


Janus ~ looking back -

looking ahead – all around

~ Lovers look within ~


Dawn ~ a painted moment

Sun holds aloft ~ painted sky Eternities Gateway

COLOURS BRIDGE THE SPACE

Eternities Gateway Sun holds aloft ~ painted sky

Dawn ~ a painted moment


Bubble full of Joy

Held with anticipation Waiting for the POP!


I want to tell you LOVE brought you into my life

YOU make me complete


Mum will not be pleased

… who cares? Splashing through puddles is so much more fun


I stood, alone in the centre of the room. I could feel their eyes upon me, accusingly and rather disdainfully trying to peel my

defences from me. ―The rules state clearly that Sins have to be experienced and then you should move on

to other things. High Demon Asmodeus tells me that you haven‘t moved on, your answer please…‖

I essayed a little bow, partially to hide my blushes, ―I am sorry Master,‖ I turned to

look at Asmodeus, ―sorry Lord High Demon but I really enjoy your Sin.‖ ―Enough! Your punishment shall be…becoming deputy head of Lust, that way you will

NOT be able to indulge again – - – you may go!‖ ―No‖ I whimpered.

Seven deadly sins

…More enjoyable by far Than all the rest … Lust


Behind the shutters

delights incomparable

…Waiting patiently


Dust rises ~ no rain

parched land ~ no reason to plough Nothing grows ~ again


Days warming up now

Haze ~ Nightingale announces

Opening blossom


Lips pressed against mine

You took my hand ~ led me off to another world

. Under different stars…

Is it imagination Or our new life?


I have pledged myself Eternal dreams shared between ~

Two Souls ~ Together


She danced through my Soul

lightly moved ~ thoughts ~ through moments her Soul kissed me ~ deep


Coming round again

She brings joy when touching me Connecting in Love

. Connecting in Love

Sweet pleasures ~ giving her Love

Companion ~ my Moon .

Companion ~ my Moon She ~ smiling now ~ in darkness

Coming round again


She dream walks through me ~

Footprints she left on my Heart sign her name in Love


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Liturgy

I call you to me

Offering ~ Me


Below

Delicately steamed

served with rice and subtly spiced

fresh vegetables


A forgotten land where Spirit and Earth conjoin

…now…only conflict



Dolphin spoke to me in meditation ~ Ainsley

… you are brother

In an Eternal day

Light and Dark dance together Mirrors reflect the passing moments

See me watching Me


One step at a time Journey through Infinity

Stars for company

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Mad as a March Hare April showers for Alice

January's gone


Watching over us

She smiles like Mona Lisa

Our Luna Mother


She stands silently So statuesque, serving soup

Secretly smiling


Yang recently Yin

Yang to Yin then Yin to Yang

Yin recently Yang


Tot over talent Onto xylophone onto

Talent over tot


The little acorn

Thinks it's a mighty oak tree Bears the weight of time

PI-KU

Mighty oak Thinks

Little acorn



He gave us his light

And paid the ultimate price The candle wax man


Safer than Fort Knox

Lots of locks but just one key Insecurity


life...

Deep inside your soul

Your kaleidoscopic eyes Staring back at me


Open the third eye Faster than the shutter speed

Click Photography


I SEE BLUE

Icy Blue Vocalising green

YOU SEE RED

When describing green I see blue


In his birthday suit

He lifts the medicine ball

Easy as his smile


Catch me if you can Feasting on Black Noodle Day

Or white candy March


I've not lost my head

I might be stuck in the mud

But I'm still smiling


The Deafblind Manual Alphabet is the best way to communicate with someone who is Deafblind. In fact it would be a sin not to try to communicate with them. You can learn

it quickly, and here's how you do it. Stick out your index finger (that's the long one next to your thumb) on your right hand. Fold your other fingers out of the way. Think

of this finger as your pen. You are going to use it to write - not on paper, but on your

deafblind friends left hand which they will hold out for you.

She holds out her hand He spells out L~O~V~E

Communication


Left on the green shelf

All the sandwiches have gone Until tomorrow


One man sees famine Poverty personified

Another sees feast


Snow stops frogs blossom

Skating on the frozen pond Singing for his mate


Mix faith with vision Inventive transformation

Choose change over chance


Monosyllabic

I am not a row~bot~tic Toc

stop

all

the

clocks


Big foot little foot Little foot goes to the south

Big foot legs it north


He gives ten per cent

From his income before tax

It gives him great joy

It gives him great joy every time he pots a ball

To save just one child

To save just one child

Losing at Snooker won't help He gives ten per cent


His dream safari Was a monkey tail nightmare

Please don't eat the soup


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Sitting there Brainwashed like piffy

Cultishness


Below

It's nearly morning Mummy's coming back with food

Don't think about it


Narrow is the path

If only leaves had fallen Innumerable



Sweet talking guy sweet

Straight talking street talking sweet SWEET TALKING GUY

Straight talking street talking sweet Sweet sweet talking guy

FROM THE VIRTUAL VINE

Sweeter than sugar His words are dripping with wine

That sweet talking guy


Walking on the waves

Turning water into wine Retracing his steps

WITWANTON

Wave walking Water wilding wine

Wet whine wet

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Showering puddles

Nourish and quench nature‘s ache

Toadstool umbrellas


Born to welcome arms

Mother‘s tender loving care Voice that calms the storms


Working man saddles

Responsibilities‘ brunt

Tender heart hidden


Loving you till death

Hating your mannerisms Lifetime between


Spacious calming pace

Pries stress away from my mind

Acquiring lightness


my love thinks I

hung sun and moon

of course, I won‘t tell

my love any different center stage is fun



To yourself be true Divine Love encompasses

Inspiration bright


Heart locked securely

Which key will open its wealth

Prized possession


life...

All perfect digits Joy, blessedness and wonder

Sweet godchild of mine

Aceleration

Nine years eleven months Young lady evolving


Fused male and female Dual personalities

Clear entanglement


Vivid colors jump

From rich palette to paper Shimmying paints‘ course

Artist‘s eye peruses stage Shimmying paints‘ course

From rich palette to paper

Vivid colors jump


Delight in his eyes Innocent face of wonder

Warming hearts with joy


I could never see

This is the life I wanted Till you painted your dreams


rainy clouds visit spoon and pie tins packed with mud

immersed in nature


I attended an all-girl Catholic boarding school for high school. My education, steeped

in tradition including education about faith, trust, love of God and the relationship with Him and the Trinity, quite naturally included learning elements of evil and sin.

These years were immeasurable and invaluable in creating good academic habits,

lifelong friendships, and shaping my view of the importance of prayer, and its lifeline

connection to God.

I am encouraged most faiths are supportive of this Divine Connection as part of one‘s spiritual journey – supporting my thoughts … ―we are all connected‖.

Void of light and love Wages of sin distances

Corrupts souls of all

Connection on knees Prayer awakens us within

Lifeline to God


Ignorance is bliss

Child knows only love‘s aegis

Awaiting dreams dawn


Devastating times World famines should not exist

Teach viable paths


Daffodil bonnets

Signal approaching spring days Illusion of warmth


Disillusionment ~~ Envision your wildest dreams

Set your course and fly


Gone is youthful glow

No longer slim, quick, auburn Wrinkles evident

Time washes over

Etched experience throughout

Transforming beauty

Dedicated years Love continues to blossom

Bond stronger with time


Gypsy of my heart Mysterious seductress

Temptation looming


Kindness wrought

Strangers unaware Giving joy

Giving joy

Giver to taker Ripple blooms

Ripple blooms Inner joy shimmers

Kindness wrought


Dream walking through clouds Living life‘s clear purpose

Jubilant passage


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deepest stake zest beyond reason

captured heart


Below

Baby sister laughs Almost ―cute enough to eat!―

Second serving primed


Needless massacre

Gateway of memories Lest we not forget



Dancing dragonfly

Flittering and fluttering

Nestles for a rest Enjoying buttercup tea

Ants picnicking with fairies


Life‘s satchel jammed

Gifts, love, gratitude within Precocious journey

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vanquished king bleeding

crimson berries on holly

oak king greets the sun


watching Mother paint

life flowing through her brushes creating wonders


gnarled, weathered limbs

standing and remaining strong

through the winds of life


tears of joy and grief

final flight of Atlantis era ends safely


beautiful crescent

order shines from the maelstrom

whimsical vision


pondering dreams

future awaits

thinking, daydreaming

contemplating the maybes shadows cross the walls



this above all else honor the web connecting

all life together


padlocked barrier

protective wall safeguarding lonely fragile heart


life...

third degree bestowed before family and friends

honoring service


Janus gate scrying past and future times collide

guiding the present


flesh-colored crayons

no more monochromatic a rainbow of hues

FLESH-COLORED CRAYONS

a rainbow of hues no more monochromatic

flesh-colored crayons


young mischievous imp

brings unexpected laughter sun on winter day


love remains steadfast after blazing flames recede

embers retain heat


covering flood plain

clogging mud obliterates where children once played


In a garden free of all cares and worries, Adam and Eve wandered without purpose.

Their overseer provided for all of their physical needs with only one restriction – do not eat of the fruit of this tree.

sly serpent temptress

offering self-awareness

apple of knowledge

In a land of eternal spring, Kore was courted by Hades. The dark lord persuaded the maiden to eat four pomegranate seeds before returning to the light, fating her to

return four months of the year as his bride, Persephone.

underworld queen born

through the wisdom found within pomegranate seeds

In a world of chaos, you cannot stop growth. No matter how much we long to protect

our children, their rites of passage into adulthood must come. It is a time to be

honored, not prevented, not ignored, not a sin.


balanced on the edge

precariously waiting uncertain future


child‘s mental famine

starving for stimulation

ill behavior‘s root


with sunlight-blazed breast robin heralds the warm winds

snow melts from her wings


escaping the fear

breaking the violence cycle

soaring on dreams‘ wings


publicly declared dedication emblazoned

love‘s testimony


footsteps in the dust

soft drumbeat beneath the chimes music surrounds her


working together community service grants

better cohesion

better cohesion

reaffirms alliances strengthens neighborhoods

strengthens neighborhoods

improving local lives by

working together


walking in my dreams talking, laughing together

as we did in life


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Firefly cult ―can‘t stop the signal‖

Browncoats win


Below

love for another

giving purpose through the fear

reason to survive


confining labels

creating fences, freedom just beyond the bars



otterblossom‘s holt

home of feminine laughter

playful spirit guide


journeys never end each new dawn and ev‘ry step

new vistas open

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such sadness

the spring wind has molested

cherry blossoms

cherry blossoms fall - it feels like an eternity

before summer


when bad dreams come

mother makes them disappear by singing her song

tiny mustard seed grows in Mother Earth's womb -

shade for summer


unchain your heart

give your inner beauty like nature does

closing the gate

to become a real master -

cherry blossom falls

break the lock look around, open your heart

be part of the world

rusty lock

easy to break start living


children laughing

while playing in the garden it starts to rain

after the funeral

the cherry tree in my backyard

makes me happy


Perfect way

Of writing haiku Eastern thoughts

as Tulip bulbs

Redder than red Year by year


Rodin's Thinker stands alone and forgotten

overgrown by Ivy

The Thinker

alone no more thoughts


cherry blossom blooms so fragile, so wonderful

that's my life

the cobweb trembles blue butterfly struggles

to stay alive


this above all

is the clear truth about me

I am a haiku poet

Look! the little girl says That caterpillar will be soon

a cocoon

And than? Father asks It will become a butterfly

and that's the truth


unchain your heart

give your inner beauty

like nature does

closing the gate to become a real master -

cherry blossom falls

break the lock

look around, open your heart be part of the world

rusty lock

easy to break

start living


life...

dazzling thunder

in the middle of the night

New Year's Eve

the cooing of pigeons between blooming cherry trees -

the cool rain

I live with haiku

this short Japanese verse makes me happy

so less words

to say a lot

that's haiku

haiku my life haiku the air I breath

I am all haiku


morningglories bloom

like the eyes of my wife I fell in love

look into the eyes

of the people around you

share your love

great eyes the eyes of Buddha

full compassion


cry of a cuckoo

breaks through the early day - scattered silence

scattered silence

scattered silence breaks through the early day -

cry of a cuckoo

colorful bouquet a joy to look at today

memorial day

colorful bouquet memorial day

a joy to look at today colorful bouquet

modern art

fantastic colors

amazing modern art

amazing fantastic colors

modern art


the little boy

playing with a balloon "it's the full moon!"

big white balloon

makes the little boy laugh

after his tears

the future is here and now full of joy

a little child laughs


behind the clouds

the mysterious moon 'be my Valentine'

Valentine's Day the postmen brings love cards

someone unknown

newly weds

eating oysters under the plum tree

her lovely face

smiling at me in the mirror 'love you forever'

newly weds under the blooming cherries

Ah! how lovely


after the game

an abandoned football smiling from the mud

the game is over

all levels played

with a smile

in the muddy water a smiling ball looks up to the sky

rain broke the game


I am an oncology nurse. I see very ill patients every day. It sometimes feels as a sin to

do what the physician wants me to do. Of course the goal is to make the patient healthy again, but there are lines I don't want to cross. Patients, e.g. with lung cancer, are at

the end of there strength and nevertheless the physician wants to do everything. I can understand that. Physicians are healers, but not to all costs. Very ill patients not

becoming healthy anymore must have the chance to die in peace and with a certain

quality of Life and in dignity. Patients must have a perfect way to die. I think it's a sin, an imperfection, to cross the lines and take the patient's dignity and quality of life.

death can be a friend

the savior of very ill people - a flower of light


waiting for the shop to buy the everyday groceries

every day again

waiting for spring

the last snow is melting finally green leaves

I can't wait

to see the blossom of the cherries

the shortest day

life is about waiting longing for tomorrow

the first day of spring


the cold winter birds in misery

heavy snow

an old cow stable

a place for refugees what a poverty

scarcity

water birds freezing severe winter

Mother Earth cries every day her inhabitants

starving of hunger


New Year:

New Year's eve through the bare branches

the wind as always

Spring: after the darkness

I am longing for the young leaves

and cherry blossoms

the blooming cherries

watching them in the moonlight it's magical

under the cherry trees

a gathering of families cherry petals fall

Summer: leaving the beach

sands on our backs and buttocks at sunrise

the shortest night

a shallow depression

and used condoms

after the heat cooling down in the rain

almost naked

the cool rain

washes away the moisture of the hot night

Autumn:

crystal vase all colors of the rainbow

chrysanthemums bloom

what a sad day

drizzling rain and dark clouds colorful leaves

behind the clouds hides the almost full moon

the scent of rain

cloudless sky at midnight the blood moon (*)

breathtaking

(*) the full moon of October, also called Harvest Moon

Blood Moon

weeping willow

in the autumn sunlight a golden tree

Winter:

snow falls on colored leaves

departing autumn

Buddha

covered with fresh snow still smiles

deep frozen lake

the sound of scratching skates

children's laughter

snow melts the crow moon (*) rises

at last spring

(*) the full moon of March is called Crow Moon or Lenten Moon

Crow Moon as always

seasons come and go the moon stays the same


my imagination walking on a sunny beach

another day gone

laying in the sand

with the love of my life totally naked

totally naked

sharing body fluids sand on my buttocks

walking in moonlight hand in hand with my love

the sound of the sea

the sound of the sea

accompanies a French kiss her delicious scent


in the old temple

man can feel the devotion

of the monks

with faithfulness monks resonating their mantra

for the Boddhisatva

dedicated

to the doctrine of emptiness the monks keep silent

in every flower

I can see the hand of God

that's devotion

dedicated to ancient Japanese poetry

I am a haiku poet


ankle chimes

listen to the movement of the young dancer

a ballerina

dances through the streets

sound of chimes

sound of chimes through the midsummer night

fading away


Joy of Giving

wonderful verses of the Far East a haiku addict

a haiku addict writing every day again

verses of nature

verses of nature every season it's own words

all through the year

all through the year

I enjoy giving my haiku to the world

to the world

I only can say 'haiku is great'

join the fun

join the fun throwing snowballs in the street

a child's play


against cancer

walking with each other Dream Walks

Dream Walks

while walking, my thoughts go to

my brother's spirit

bringing alive the inner child within me

on a Vision Quest

on a Vision Quest

searching for the roots of my life in my far past


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Honeysuckle

can be wonderful - persuasion

my religion faith of Mother Earth

blooming plum

the old church a shelter for the storm -

the butterflies


Below

near starvation living on the streets of the world

brotherly love

brotherly love

stronger than ever now they are alone - like swans

Like swans a lifetime together

like swans a lifetime struggling together

against hunger


unlocked fence

walking towards the countryside finally free

brown leaves

rustle through the corridor

David's Star rises

closing the garden no one to disturb my thoughts -

Virginia Creeper



scent of Honeysuckle arouses my senses

this hot summer night

searching my inner self

following the way of Honeysuckle path of wisdom (*)

(*) Honeysuckle, in her spiritual meaning is the path of wisdom to find your inner self.

midsummer night Honeysuckle in full bloom

Ah! that perfume

(Chèvrefeuille is French for Honeysuckle)

Another one:

scent of Honeysuckle

the smell of dew on her flowers

Holy incense


a little verse to leave my footprint on the Internet



makes me slumberous dreaming of passion

dreaming of passion

while walking along the seashore

with the one I love

On a Journey, along the Lord's Roads with the one I love

I undertake a journey into oblivion

into oblivion with my pencil and paper

a little verse

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Cloaked Monk *****************************************************************************


eagle youngster waits

on his father‘s empty perch

no one will return


fragile tea cups sit

on a shelf of memories heavy emptiness


ancient limbs of teak

stretch and heave and dance with wind

solidly anchored


lustrous petals glow

armored in temptation‘s thorns deeply scarring hands


Akekee swooping

In extravagant journeys

Rejoice! Delight! Bliss!


rivers of refuse

carry destroyed homes and waste

oceans degraded

memories of

Fukushima

brought to me

by mother earth‘s thoughts



swallows born to swoop

horses to run, dogs to bark live into your truth


precious love gifted trampled, ignored, and shuttered

fearfully locked away

children behind bars

souls hardened and petrified lost and locked away


life...

hearts held together curling fingers grasping

breaths stolen away


innocent daydreams

painting tomorrow‘s visions to be continued


prisms imprison rainbows caught in crystals

releasing colors RAINBOWS CAUGHT

releasing colors

rainbows caught in crystals prisms imprison

prisms imprison

rainbows caught in crystals

releasing colors RAINBOWS CAUGHT

colors releasing crystals in caught rainbows

imprison prisms


balloons have no form then the breath of life expands

and joy is complete


songbirds trill lightly

whispering secrets of love each note breaking hearts


glutinous mud muck

blankets abandoned playgrounds marring a child‘s joy


when i see a polar bear stranded on an ice flow, i can only think that this is horrific. my heart jumps into my throat at wondering about the terror that this small cub must feel

and the inevitability of her drowning. and that she cannot understand what is happening. an innocent mind void of thoughts of global-warming or man-made changes in

landscaping. this beautiful creature is paying the price for our sins.

marshmallow bear rests

disintegrating ice flow infinite seas


shuttered windows adrak sneaking through slats

enticing appetites


old lion walks

five ribs molded to fur time running out


wizened branches twisted fingers seeking light

anticipating


ferocious kitten

becomes king of the jungle stalking butterflies

live life fully

let imagination fly

become your dream


another trip out nutritious treasures to find

trails of dedication


to dance or

not to dance is the

question


wisdom shares her gifts

gifts prosper and become become fruit from seeds


furrow orbweaver spinning hypnotically

dreams walking in webs


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gathered here in the upper room

wondering


Below

if these walls could talk

they would weep and wail with grief

sharing tales of pain

pain that illumines abandonment of children

who barely survive

survive in a world

that ignores cries of children if these walls could talk


the gate opens

invitation or desolation?

proceed with caution



alias: cloaked monk burning heart: prophet and priest

disguise: normalcy

autobiographical monk

pigtails and freckles playing in the rain

creating a world beyond in the world

gathering flowers for soup and pine cones

for bread and planning nothing

present to the threshold

of water and light

of darkness and breath of alone and communion

seeing

really seeing the boy who lives across

the way in a ramshackle home

noticing beautiful skin

a smooth cocoa noticing all the colors

are across the way

not here or there

but in the disheveled and disturbed and

distressed across the way

dropping the soup and bread and

screaming unfair

flailing fists at ghosts

picking up a rod and a staff and

striding into

the blaze


after the fire burns and only ashes remain

souls are seasoned

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Cressida De Nova *****************************************************************************


mystified..really?

not just a normal tattoo

one from my childhood


a mother suffers

she feels the pain of her child much more than her own


these beautiful hands

chocolate brown gnarled tree trunks

tell quite a story


ove can turn to hate

so they say, if so, it was never ever love


Bed is my haven

Every night I dive into

Diurnal splendour


Socrates knew it the unexamined life is

not worth anything

he is right

so keep thinking



Be true to thyself read the classics and write pomes

you will die happy

Be true to thyself Follow the sun,keep happy

And things might work out


Is this a mirage

Yonder I see before me

Or am I thus sloshed?

A tipple too much At lunch with vino rosso methinks

Will bring ye undone

Is this bright array

of coloured padlocks supposed to make me feel safe?

Not really my dear

No thief would dare to break in Not with your hutzpah


life...

to wake up any

morning with a smile is a

special day for me


androgyny in fashion makes it hard to tell

the yin from the yang

so confusion reigns

and sometimes one gets caught out surprise shock horror


Give me some crayons My life has slumped into beige

Where are the colours?

Where are the colours?

My life has slumped into beige Give me some crayons


a sweet cheeky kid

with a strange balloon he took

from big brother's room

in a small packet hidden under his t shirts

he never shares them


i'm cooking an egg

in the shape of a heart for my valentino

no roses this year

broke,but we have each other

that is all that counts

roses are rich red i will accept wilted flars

if they are from you

it has been twenty two years

exes said no one could live with me,they were wrong

it's never easy

living with me but i know

you think it's worth it

so more adventures on the horizon even if

it is on the tick

thank you for choosing

me as best person for you happy valentine


an old grubby ball

gives so much pleasure to the street kids in the lane

garbage floating round

picked through used as little boats

sailing in the filth

to live with natives is what i wanted to do

i've had enough

i want to be home

with hot water and clean streets it's time to go home


Those who are not naturally inclined to sin are in danger of becoming saints.

Saints have a reputation of not being much fun, are unpopular and are not socially

sought after.

Don't try for sainthood Be wicked and subversive

You will have more fun


I am not waiting

for Godot. He is busy. He left long ago


You die from hunger We have strokes and heart attacks

To ward off hunger


the rain does not stop

it's summer and La Nina is having a ball


imagination the key to discovery

satan's nemesis


i dedicate this to china mate,china blue

china hot head you

so absent minded

altruistic eccentric reclusive kind you


it was the big toe

framed by an ankle bracelet

that sparked hot passion


that cute street urchin

gave me a bracelet for free i remember him

i remember him

that sweet young kid with nothing he gave me a gift

he gave me a gift he taught me humility

that cute street urchin


Walk with me a while

to soothe my tattered nerve ends I wish you were here

But on second thoughts

I am glad you are not here

I delude myself

I delude myself once again ad nauseam

you're the kiss of death


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Don't call me I'm a cult guru

I'll call you


Below

it may not seem much at least we have each other

we are not alone

and who lives like this?

those who do not have power to stop this horror

some suffer greatly

while others dine from gold plates

where is the justice?

there but for the grace of God go I my dear friends

some are born lucky


the star of David

yellow,sewn on our jackets were we that special?



De Novo again

starting beginning once more new identity

enigmatic Cressida

a magnet for misfortune

she twiddles her thumbs attempting a good tanka

it does not quite work unfortunately for her

perhaps she should get tanka'd


a haiku journey

a friend dies in the leap year

her wake was today

i write these haiku a way to console myself

for grief and the loss

of a dear friend Rose her kindness charm and great style

was a joy to all

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Dani *****************************************************************************


one loved completely…

the other used craft and wiles

…manipulated

unexpected storm …one wrong word …or …just mis-heard

…over-re-action

all pretense lifted

our life together became …cold …winter …ice …white

he declared me… HIS!

put me in a golden cage

…set it next to yours

yesterday i loved… today i mourn… tomorrow…

i will release you

white bird spread your wings

fly away from love‘s last breath white bird… release me


i keep saying it yes, i will forgive …let go…

forgive her …and me

i keep saying it yes, i will forgive …let go…

now that Mother‘s gone


these hands are not mine

surely they have touched others

in sadness… in joy?

these hands are not mine have they not offered comfort

and pushed away pain?

these hands are not mine did they strike out in anger

or caress with love?

these hands are not mine

if my hands were to reach out would these hands reach back?


anticipation tantalizes and excites

regret discourages


Hold your Loved One close

Under their heartbeat you‘ll hear Music of the heart


i‘m grateful for

calculators

oh, what a relief

not to have to think about adding two plus two



fan at the ready, to hide uncalled-for blushes…

praying he won‘t see.

he‘d said ―all i ask

is for you to remain true.‖ she, artless, agreed.

then came a night when she heeded the Devil‘s call.

oh! what had she done?

fan no help at all… her guilty eyes all but scream

―yes! i was untrue!‖

this night has demands

for confessions, rage and tears… what of forgiveness?

will he realize

he courted betrayal when he called for her vow?

for faithful she may ever have been had he not

planted that dark seed.


not a million locks

can keep me in love with you a single smile will


life...

looking into eyes

filled with such love and desire looking back at me


opposites attract or so they say… but really,

aren‘t we all the same?


the colours of my life

swirl around me memories of my life

THE COLOURS OF MY LIFE memories of my life

swirl around me

the colours of my life


my beautiful boy

always a smile on your face

you light up my life

my beautiful boy

never fear for i am near to keep you from harm

my beautiful boy

as you grow i will teach you

all you need to know

my beautiful boy and when you become a man

i will watch you soar


give in to de-siRe…

fall in L U S T feels like you‘re on FIRE… you wannA burn

{ tell yourSelf it‘s love…

worth aNy pain… aNy hu- milia-tion, yah }

there really aiN‘t no

other way… iNtoxicat- ing… addicT-ing, yah

we‘re coN-nected like

SiameseTwins… atTheHeart…

can‘t get No cloSer

No-body ever loved like thiS before… we‘re Unique

bet you jealouS, yah

you can oNly dream

of finding love like ourS… oNce- in-a-life-time, yah

if you Spend all your

time waitin for prince Charm-in

YOU the oNe losin

we don‘t Need your aPP- roval… we don‘t need nothin

but eacH Other, yah

happ-il-y eveR after sounds bor-iNg to me…

i waNna live! yah

{ have you ever seeN

?starS? like those? almoSt worth the paiN… i aSked for it… }

it‘s suCH a ruSH when temperS flare… makin loVe burns

so mucH Hotter, yah

livin ev‘ry day like it maY be the last… get

iT while you can, yah

cArpe DIEm BA~

BY! i feel viTal! A-live! { No doubt about iT… }

give in to ? de-siRe… fall in L U S T feels like i‘m on

FIRE… wannA burn, yah

it‘s worth aNy pain… it‘s real Love you know i like

the way iT hurtS, yah


sharing in the joy

water for the thirsty Earth playground for children


clothed in naught but the darkness, ol‘ sinnerman shook his head like a dog, trying to get the sweat out of his eyes. not that it mattered if he could see. rejected by both

Jehovah and Beelzebub….. he had nowhere to go.

when e‘en Lucifer

has shunned ye….. oh, sinnerman, just what did you do?


waiting… for spring‘s warmth

when blossoms brighten the world…

spring… new beginnings


no dearth of food here

…bright and shiny… we pretend no one goes without


soft haze dancing by…

swirling through treetops… playing

with the wind… laughing {kigo ~ haze = spring}

water falling down

caressing… kissing… reading

Earth‘s tales of times past {kigo ~ waterfall = summer}

moon rises… sun sets…

sun rises… moon sets… endless passing of the days

{kigo ~ moon = autumn}


•• imagination ••

an elusive illusion of reality


my dedication is contained in just four words ~

i love you, darling


dance beautiful girl

the music guides your movements step by graceful step


you gave me your heart placed it gently next to mine…..

i knew you loved me

i knew you loved me

from the look in your eyes ….so i gave you my Love

i gave you my Love…

smiling, you said Love was why you gave me your heart


a soul on dream walks catching shooting stars …bright gold…

to adorn her ears

a soul on dream walks

gathering moonbeams to lay ‘round her lovely throat

a soul on dream walks

bringing the rings of Saturn

to circle her wrists

a soul on dream walks bearing gifts from the heavens

to his precious love


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our love cult is me loving you

and you me

i‘m obsessed

with your needs… desires… what you want

i can‘t stop

trying to give you all you want

my hope is that then you‘ll give me

what i want


Below

never too early to become a connoisseur

of mother‘s cooking


gates …full of terror?

…or of hope? confusion reigns lands of upheaval



all that touches me

flows through… then out to you in these… my heart‘s love songs

i want to reach you touch you inside

change the way you feel change the way you think

change your LIFE!

let my words

into your heart into your soul

into your head into your EVERY thought

read my words

then relax…..

close your eyes…. {put those headphones on…. that‘s right}

listen to the voices whispering over and over and over

―you are under MY control now

you must follow my orders

resistance is futile you will be assimilated

you will……………………..

{what do you mean i can‘t use mind control?}

{well, i most certainly will attempt it…. and i‘ll succeed!!} {oh, that‘s what this is about, isn‘t it? you want me to fail!}

{why don‘t you relax, have a cup of this tea, close your eyes and listen to the music……} {we‘ll just see about this! i‘m sure i can brain wash the people who visit this blog….}

{they can‘t be overly intelligent or they‘d be at a REAL poet‘s blog!} {okay, now where was i……….


at the journey‘s end …destination unimportant…

how did you get there?

did you know the way?

or set out blindly… searching? or, like sheep, follow?

how did you get there?

all that matters …in the end…

the journey itself

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Gemma Wiseman *****************************************************************************


Walking with purpose

Head high and shoulders stretched back

Remember water


Caring and sharing

Steadying life's carousel Art of a mother


Worn with life's struggles

Calmly waiting to grasp more

Hands refresh in light


Worn with life's struggles

Calmly waiting to grasp more Hands refresh in light


Surrogate spirit

Eternal changing faces

Angel by my soul


Gracious old lady Yesteryear's white ruffled cap

Thoughts of loved grand'ma

I see her

smile tucked in her work



To thine own music

Be true to thine own heart songs

This above all else


Locked minds surround you

But only you dare to lock Your sensitive heart


life...

Sweet discovery

Old tower lit with new style Worlds smile together


We melted as one

And yet our eyes see beyond Are we passing by


Children Innocence

COLOURS Beginnings

New dawn


Just leave your housework

Our home's always beautiful Please come play with me


Love's many faces The joy, the romance, the touch

The soft connection


When your walkway floods

When murky sludge clogs your way Seek out an odd smile


There's a house not far from me that never changes. It simply is.

To me, it is like a broken link in the chain of life. It is like a stage without actors, a sky without weather changes, an earth drought-ridden.

It's a sin to let a house bathe in the sunlight and shadows of the seasons, shuttered,

alone...

No circulation No tending of the garden

No family love

A grim door that never greets nor farewells, stands like a locked memory - of someone.

A gated driveway locked in bland nowhere. Somehow there is a sense of a child, discarded, wondering if parents will ever remember to come home; like a body adrift in

limbo, seeking a heart and a soul.

Scraps of energy Like shredded, lost momentos

Mere driveway relics

There's a house not far from me that never breathes, never blinks.

It simply survives.

It simply is.


Lost, tossed and crumpled Hungry eyes litter the street

Wait for light to change


In times of famine

Mind, body and soul are locked

Coated in hunger


Those softer warm days When Summer whispers Autumn

Come close to my soul


Imagination

My fluid world of dreamscapes Where history sleeps


Humble wash basket May you enjoy empty days

And feel beautiful


Ankles graced with charms

Naked feet bathed in sunlight Poised for new dances


Just giving some time Sharing experiences

Connection of souls

Connection of souls

Treasuring the joys and tears As they walk the beach

As they walk the beach

Love smiles quietly round them Just giving some time


Even round life's rocks Dream walks wait for those who seek

Always tread slowly


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City streets Waves of busy eyes

Shopping cult


Below

Cradled in my love Though your world is torn with pain

I am here for you


At last the bars breathe

The cruel scourge is broken

David's star rises



Shades of poetry

Songlines from a dreaming soul My different eyes

MY GREYSCALE

My different eyes Songlines from a dreaming soul

Shades of poetry


The journey of life

Multi transportation modes Many sights and sounds

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Grace – *****************************************************************************


loud chirping of birds

rousing deep wintery sleep,

music of springtime

soft laughter ringing under sticky marshmallows,

music to my ears


lemony summer

planting rice stalks in rich soil, butterflies abound

seeds in my small hands grow to tall and mighty trees,

giants walking earth

black smoke and grey fumes

above the white cityline, drooping sunflowers


heavy wooden cane

scrapping the red dusty bowl,

louder than child's cries

she edges slowly towards door of no return,

white windows open


crystal snowflakes fall cup of steaming chocolate,

morning sun glitters

dried roses petals

tea bag dipped in warm water, soothing bitter tongue

hot pancakes and milk

on bright sunflower platter, melting ice glaciers


true faces hiding with pretty masks, deceiving

one and all, but us

twain from the same vein

we look up to the blue sky, off tangent we fly

twin mirror staring

well of bare flesh and dark words,

our clouds and bane


thoughts on white paper

coasting along the blue sea, mudsrocks and shales break

broken shell,

sea unforgiving



leaves wither and fall

wherever is your journey be true to yourself

this above all, love

yourself despite your flaws, sins,

you are beautiful


pink, blue, shiny locks

like fanning peacock feathers, catching buyers' eye

keys in my pocket

like seashells in my white vase, fitful goodnight sleep

there are letters, notes better kept locked in boxes,

truth can be bitter


life...

wrapping gifts, boxes of love in red, gold ribbons,

poinsettia blooms

morning church bells ring,

laughter of children's playing, sounds of joy abound

breakfast of rice cakes,

purple yams and coconut, sunlit holiday


to see the world in different colors and phases,

blessed gift to share

to see the bright side

in others, forget yourself, like the sinking sun

desires and wants flee

like firecrackers on new year, live a simple life

desire to be one with nature, peaceful thoughts come

amidst rock garden


snail wants to win race

so he ties yellow, blue, green balloons till he flies

sailing above the white clouds

he flies with balloons he sees the red flag, so off

he goes chasing it

sailing above the white clouds

until he recalls,

his bet with the brown turtle, where does he land now?


smile of a young boy holding the white balloon close,

brighter than the sun

he flashes his smile wider than birthday balloon,

blue candles flicker

the smile of a child

paints the room in yellow glow, casting blues of snow


you are my morning

embrace in snow veiled garden, dazzling as the sun

you are my green grass

shelter of restless spirit,

anchor in the storm

you are my evening home in the forest, cradling

my sharp claws to rest


White ball on the ground

mud splattered with children's play ready for springtime

rain falling on grass washing away frowns and cries,

sunflower blooming

The long dusty road

is unpaved with stones and sticks, bring your smile and thirst


Young children should be protected and sheltered against the evils and greed of men

and women. As much as possible, they should sleep peacefully in the comfort and love

of their family and home. Though I understand that poverty and ignorance may push poor parents to sell or make them work in sweat shops or prostitution, I believe it is a

sin to take away their innocence, and let them carry the worldly burdens of their family at a tender age.

eyelids flutter closed, dreaming of holding the world,

white moonflower blooms


she waits with her child

beside green walled window, lost

as a stray kitten

she waits for the day green paint of her wall, splashes

dusty ground she walks


ethereal thoughts

float away up to the sky, as my stomach growls

a slice of stale bread,

corn grain is manna to eyes,

red-rimmed with ash sands

vulture eyes follow child too weak to walk, snapshots

torturing mind's peace


pale face in the pond

waits for white swans to glide by, yellow tulips bud

icy images falling on water lilies,

red cardinal sings

sunflower seeds near nest of pine needles and twigs,

winter deception


an old crumbling house,

my history, turning page, a brown eagle soars

searching for the spark amidst black and decay, breathe

green trees in your hands

tattered walls in rooms,

spinning tales of love and loss,

my pen is busy


her gentle hands, touch

children, the sick and dying, bold dedication

her calming words, strong call to love and forgiveness,

my rosary beads

lifting hearts to God,

limbs to carry the weak, strong as coast redwood tree


foot pointing outward,

chin facing crowd, bold as sun

rising from the clouds

arms curling in step, straight as her back, she pauses

arrow poised to fly


giving the last coin

from torn and dirty pockets, a turtle dove sings

a turtle dove sings above old house, melody

sweet as red cheeries

sweet as red cheeries are kind words from poor widow,

giving the last coin


run towards the moon,

with your dreams curled in your tongue,

brave as white stallion

we dreamwalk through life, a caterpillar on leaf,

unfold your wings, fly


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young lost boys unloved, forgotten,

black tattoo

calls of hate,

needles of venom, dead peacock

cult of love,

winds of forgiveness, redemption


Below

empty cup, gnawing

rumbling stomach, hands dirty

black volcanic ash

dirty brown cardboard, chair, bed and table, pieces

broken furniture


open gate to spring,

throw out the sunflower seeds, grey pigeons hover

grey pigeons hover

muddy stones and barren wells,

winter frost melting

winter frost melting locked windows and bolted doors,

open gate to spring



words to celebrate everyday is amazing,

white pink orchids bloom

a maple leaf buds

on this grey winter morning, every day is spring

the leaf falls today,

like everyday, but I see

blue butterfly wings

~ My favorite poetry form is couplet ~

I am fragile glass in summer storm

I am torn wing in autumn wind

I am folded page

in winter snow

I am blushing pink

in spring's ardent arms

I am everyday beautiful in your eyes.


my journey begins writing haiku everyday,

a white seagull flies

a white seagull flies

towards warm voices of home, sunset on the beach

sunset on the beach,

flaming gold as daffodils,

a journey eastward

a journey eastward, with haiku kindred souls, friends,

my journey begins

To all my Haiku Challengers :

writing haiku poems,

February marathon, cherry blossoms bow

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Leo *****************************************************************************


a perfect world

in a moment collapses -

not easy to rebuild


carry my music

to her school in the heavens - where she teaches me

can I cry

when your loving hands keep me safe


memories – eyes hold the story

the hands wrote


if life was easy

would we wrong given chances to make it harder


fleeting thoughts once freed live on paper; crafted well

your mind flies strengthened


forgive past

think without ego

is past worth losing

a heart that truly values your every thought

past only remains

till you let it ; think beyond to present future



to thy self be true

if not thee, who shalt reveal

thy beautiful soul


locks like questions which locksmith possesses

keys to answers


life...

each day is special

for every new sunrise gifts a breath of fresh life


soul in eyes

hers in mine, mine in hers

dreams to life


colours of palette

like untouched concepts of mind whispered in silence

~ unseen masterpiece unseen

~

silence in whispered mind of concepts untouched, like

palette of colours


brought to life in film

sudden smile of young mischief moments framed in hearts



smile of memories

forgotten after the rain - does the child miss it?


They have started again, but no one complains.

―Go to hell‖, says Dad.

Mom is crying, as always, but today is different.

I look through the window, to see her walk into the rain.

And my voice becomes unheard again..

For what sin of mine

do they go separate ways - Don‘t I deserve both?


with patience they wait

for life to smile ; its shutters

like dreams are shut now


in land with famine

no dearth of hungry voices just of caring ears


winter goes unsung

spring unveils hidden beauty

in magnolia skies


if past has a voice let your imagination

speak for the future


in dedication

I draft the path to follow -

to my destiny


do her eyes reflect the laughter of her anklets

swimming in sunlight


But only love smiled

In a resurrected world As the building grew

As the building grew Trust neared reincarnation

From hatred ashes

From hatred ashes Life rose, little doubt anew

But only love smiled

in sharing knowledge

I give a part of my soul to keep for your own

to keep for your own till a day it leaves in part

as you pass it on

as you pass it on I realize strength of joy

in sharing knowledge


still night silhouette

lost to desires; spring in step dreams never afar


3

"Fearless leader, show us the way‖

―But who is he?‖ came a voice.

The dais was empty.

―What does this sect stand for?‖ asked another.

―To show the way we have to lead our lives‖

And in silence came the realization.

―No one can do that.‖


Below

hungry for supper

food is near, but not given how do I earn it?

hand in hand they stay

brothers with true affection

one they shall remain


open gate beckons

world beyond enters my own with each step I take



for my rhymes speak

in their music, my heartbeats reasonless passions

my love for poetry has not an end

for in its words

my heart I send notebook of life

as I write more pages new added

in my heartshore


last light dawns

on this long journey as sun sets

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lolamouse *****************************************************************************


Imagined sins scream

He takes to the streets to walk

Nervous, noiseless night


Warm, yielding, loving

Caring, protective, gentle Claws at the ready


Mahogany hands

Grip a mahogany cane

Old bones like dry wood


Seeds sprout in the dirt

Where hospital flowers died Hope can bloom by chance


Red ribbons remain

Each life lost, a tragedy

Don't give up the fight


Do not think too much Thought becomes ANALYSIS

PARALYSIS, Dude.

or, as a wise Yoda says,

There is no

try.

Do, or do not



Follow your own truth

The cereus blooms at night Shines without the sun


To put locks on love is like locking up the sea

Love needs room to flow


life...

You laughed at my shirt We stayed up all night talking

I wore your jacket


Look into my eyes

Do you see me or just a reflection of you?


Bright burgundy orbs Crimson juice bleeds sticky sweet

Lips stained cerise blush RUBY RED CHERRIES

Lips stained cerise blush

Crimson juice bleeds sticky sweet Bright burgundy orbs


He's holding the moon

A smile shines like the sun

Future bright as stars


When we fell in love

We not only rocked the boat We sank the whole ship!

Holding hands, we jumped

Our life boat was each other And we rode the waves.


When you've been kicked low When you've landed in the mud

I'll still be with you


I walk the boards among the Cypress.

The air smells of wet earth and decaying leaves. If I take the time to see them, I find mud turtles, box turtles, green frogs.

Woodpecker holes dot the holly trees.

The creek dances through Cypress knees.

An intruder breaks my reverie.

Plastic bottle floats

Open mouthed, filled with water A dead, bloated fish


We are dependent

Like dry flowers for spring rain We must wait and hope


There, the children starve Here, the children are obese

Where is just enough?


Tiny spring peepers

Chirp love songs from the Cypress Bull frog bass back beat

Mayapple leaves spread Catching cool raindrops falling

Umbrellas for toads

Ethereal mist Blankets buds, warbler takes wing

Traveler on Earth


Imagine better

Than what life was yesterday Perhaps it will be


Book's dedication A gift from my grandmother

Love of poetry


Floor beneath her feet

Bare toes caress wooden planks Spring in her spirit


The joy of giving Bringing warmth to a cold heart

Soup for hungry souls

Soup for hungry souls

Steaming bowls of nourishment They may feed others

They may feed others

What goes around comes around The joy of giving


In dream walks each night I see bird song, hear sun set

Awaken and mourn


3 Come join us

We will give you love and your thoughts


Below

We have but little Little but some for us all

All willingly share Share with others what you get

Get back more than what you give


From depths of despair

We rise again with new hope

Let us not forget



Squeaking softly or

Scritching and squealing loudly She writes her own tale!

Tidbits of a life Lolamouse writes her own tale

Leaving Mousedroppings LOLAMOUSE WRITES HER OWN TALE

Leaving Mousedroppings

Lolamouse writes her own tale Tidbits of a life


The longest journey

Is measured not by miles

But traveled within

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Magical Mystical Teacher *****************************************************************************


Whose the crimson brush

painting common desert weeds

with such dexterous craft?

Dicing nopales, a woman clad in crimson

plies her cactus craft.


Mother of the winds, when you rebuke your children,

all the grass lies still.

Mother of the lights,

when you send forth your children, desert lands rejoice.

Mother of the snows, when you send forth your children,

who will welcome them?


To paint the image, you will need six miles of fence

and a brush of fire.

To paint this image, you will need a wilderness

and a brush of snow.

This battered blossom—

whose craft can fix the image in oils or pastels?


I say yes to light,

though it oft says no to me— shadowlands my home.

Bitter winter day—

asters blooming in my heart

turn my grief to joy.


I offer myself

as an exile from the world— the plum tree knows why


Window shop,

friend,

until you drop.

If cacti could think, would they devise new methods

for inflicting harm?


Singing down the sun—

is this the life I wanted, though I could not see?

Waltzing with the weeds— is this the life I wanted,

though I could not see?


Self, be true, not false,

for false is desert snowfall— soon it fades away.


Painting images—

is this the life I wanted, though I could not see?

Wondrous wasted weeds—

paint this image in your heart,

brush it blue with sky.


life...

old music playing among the stones and shadows—

thunder at sundown

old music playing among the wildflower husks

daydreamers dancing

jagged old fences

snagging wind and rain and clouds— I slip through the strands


these wasted places paint their image in my soul

brushed with wind and sky


color me orange

sweet fruit clinging to my boughs to feed the hungry

I OFFER MYSELF to feed the hungry

sweet fruit clinging to my boughs

color me orange

color me Christmas paint me with scarlet and green

festoon me with lights

FOR THE GREAT CELEBRATION

festoon me with lights

paint me with scarlet and green color me Christmas


everything vital

sucked from stem and root and leaf—

summer‘s last flower

rusting tins at rest in the shadows of the wash

welcome wind and rain


Who can love a stone

set up for remembering one whose heart is stilled?

Who can love a fence, shredding clouds with fearsome barbs,

stinging down the sun?

Who can love the frost,

gripping stone and twig and dust in its deathly vise?


Who can love the stone

in memory of the one

who can love no more?

a desire shattered may as well be tossed away

somewhere it can rest


On a self-guided tour of the Ex-Convento de Guadalupe, I am startled by a sudden

blast of live mariachi music. I step into a little glassed-in alcove on the second floor, where I look down into the cathedral on a wedding in progress.

Would it be a sin for me to stay until the nuptials end?

Clad in jeans and sneakers, I am hardly dressed for a wedding. (Stiletto heels on cobblestones are killers.) I feel as though I‘m reliving the biblical parable about the guy

who shows up at a royal wedding without the proper attire. The king is offended, and orders the intruder to be thrown out into the darkness where ―there shall be weeping

and gnashing of teeth.‖ (You can read the parable in Matthew 22.)

For at least forty-five minutes, I hover near the entrance to the cathedral, waiting for

the bride and groom. No one tells me to leave, so I reach into my pocket for my camera.

bride and groom appear

twelve sparrows in the courtyard

chattering blessings

In the Museo Zacatecano, I am transfixed by a painting of a woman holding her head in her hands—because it has been chopped off. There is no detailed biography, not a

paragraph, not even a sentence to tell this woman‘s story. Just a name: Santa Quiteria.

After I leave the museum, I go online and find out that Quiteria was one of nine girls

born at the same time to a noblewoman. Quiteria‘s mother was so disgusted at delivering such a large litter, with not a single boy, that she told the midwife to drown

them all in the river.

The midwife couldn‘t do it, and the girls were taken in by a couple (or maybe several

couples) in a remote village.

The girls grew up together and formed their own Godly Gang of Nine, smashing Roman idols and setting jailed Christians free. Eventually, however, all the sisters died or were

killed by the government, Quiteria by beheading.

Not for her own sins Quiteria lost her head,

but sins of others.


For what do you wait—

fence posts to upright themselves by their own cunning?

Here I wait and rest,

praying that the desert bloom

soon will be restored.


Cry, desert wastelands, cry, holy desolation—

famine of healing.


sunflowers

will not stop blooming in my heart

Cottonwood Maiden ravens nestling in your hair

one gold note trembles


For mama and me

fresh pigeon pie for supper— un gran milagro!


all the little stones are singing in the washes

snowflakes kiss the notes


Little bird of doubt,

I caught you in the darkness, fed you crumbs of light.

I long to be filled

with things greater than myself— draught of the Spirit.


It gives me great joy to share my blanket with you—

now my heart is full.

Now my heart is full,

for tonight you will be warm, wrapped in my blanket.

Wrapped in my blanket,

you will snuggle with the stars— it gives me great joy.

***

Sheep, you give us joy! As you share your wool and flesh,

we are warm and full.

We are warm and full—

no winter winds can slay us, clad and fed by you.

Clad and fed by you,

who needs any other wealth?

Sheep, you give us joy!


There is a wisdom

that comes from taking dream walks in the wilderness.

Jesus says one word

high atop the temple fence, where his old dream walks.


3

Virgin‘s cult

meets within these walls to worship


Below

She asked me for food,

I gave her this thought instead:

Explore the alley.


Far beyond the gates I sought my muse and found her,

singing to the fox.



Magical woman, wondrous mystical teacher,

birds nest in your hair.

With her tongue ablaze,

magical and mystical are my teacher‘s ways.


Wilderness journey— weeds and cacti snare my feet,

keeping me from home.

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Mark – *****************************************************************************


How much more lonely

The barren winter branches

For lack of birdsong.


Giver of all things,

most especially herself, their love her reward.


Hands that work the land

Heart that thrives on exertion

Longings satisfied


Terror of unknown

forgotten in an instant, joy of a found child.


Determined to be

on the couch, pretending to

guard, just wanting love.


Observing people failing to think, leads one to

a sad conclusion -

So many

prove Descartes was wrong.



Be true, sounds easy

dear William, but first one must

clearly define self.


Locks protect our lives,

securing what we hold dear – But who holds the keys?


life...

White dress down the aisle

world spins around exchanged vows – the luckiest man


For they shall be joined – find that point where one becomes

the other, there is love.


Sing with voices raised

Worship on your Sabbath day Show what you believe

SING WITH VOICES RAISED

Show what you believe Worship on your Sabbath day

Sing with voices raised

Color outside the lines,

make your own picture of life, joy your creation

COLOR OUTSIDE THE LINES Joy your creation,

make your own picture of life,

color outside the lines.


Mischievous grin warning of trouble ahead,

things about to pop!


eternal subject

of poet, author and bard, yet, none can answer.


rain dampens spirits of adults who have lost fun –

kids happily splash.


My sin is my shame,

not for you to pass judgement but to pray for me.

Will you welcome me in church on the day of my sin? Most tend to think not, and

therefore do not come. They fear the harsh judgment of those within and have not been informed correctly of the teachings of Christ. We talk a good game, us Christian

folk, but all too often we fail to deliver. Would we wash the feet of the homeless man if he walked through the door on Sunday? Feed many with what we have to multiply?

Shall we love the adulteress who confesses her sin, or set upon her with stones? Read

the words again and answer the popular question of our time: what would Jesus do?


Some babysitters have no plans for preventing

a child‘s busted head.


skin and bones and heart,

children starving in plain sight –

the shame of the world


Bright red cardinal, first buds of maple and oak

early rain and warmth.


The mind of a child,

no care for history, just imagination.


Mothers to Children, Fathers to their families

Soldiers to Country;

Sacrificing all,

including life, if required, for another‘s need.


Toes placed to instep,

hand on hip, chin thrust out, just

enough attitude.


A child‘s eyes light up,

letting you know right away, it was a good gift.

It was a good gift,

a surprise full of meaning – gratitude swells hearts.

Gratitude swells hearts, everything is perfect when

a child‘s eyes light up.


She cries when awake –

prays for peaceful sleep, where her dream walks beside her.


3

Cult of love in a poets heart –

lost or found.


Below

In many places

food is used as decoration, in other places…..

When nothing is left

but the arms of a loved one

you find refuge there.


Timid opening Past David‘s Star, broken hearts,

Gates of Israel.



Listen to stillness absorb quiet through your pores,

feel the creation

Breathe exhale

come alive slowly release

your awakened words. Set free the imagery

of thoughts buried in your soul,

give them freedom upon the page; let them rage and play games with the pen,

until your heart‘s blood replaces the ink.


We are so often

focused on destination we miss the journey.

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Paulo Guimares *****************************************************************************


Once you were helpless

And now you shake the world around,

A force for greatness


From the spheres of life

Cast in the sea that surrounds Creation of Love


Hands that contain dreams

Long ago until present

The road hits the end


Happiness opens

The heart that sadness has closed Comfort in your eyes


Catch what is not seen,

Act as you will for that is

The nature of it


Aspect of the self Motor makes the image stand

In cranial hand

PI-KU

So I write

This

Poem for you



The child wanders

In search of a bug, above All, this is the truth


Miles upon the Journey, locks the image of

Experiences


life...

The world waits for you To make a grand entrance now,

Little one appears.


Two minds cross a path.

Fusion causes actions to Become as one in love.


The glass shines brightly Colorwand whisps up the light

Moving pigment sight CATCH THE COLOR PROUD

Moving pigment sight

Colorwand whisps up the light The glass shines brightly


Innocence is found

In the smile of a small

Child with balloon


Love blinds as much as

Leads the way, finding the right Path is the hard part


Smile caught in the

Sand, relaxing alone to

Avoid the frowning


Sin-engendered GUILT- Purifier of the soul

marred by wounds and scars.

You sin. Sooner or later, guilt is born. It grows. It tortures. Engulfs you into its

darkness. Plunges you into despondency. Makes you feel disgusted with yourself. And the fact that you, and only you, are responsible for the sins you have committed adds

to the misery. You have nowhere to go. You are helpless.

For such times of torment, God has bestowed upon us the blessing of Repentance. Yes!

This is the only way you can bask in peace again. Shed tears. Plead for His mercy. Beg for His forgiveness.

The consequence of your sincere repentance is something very beautiful - Purification of your soul.

As you are repenting out of guilt, your soul is being cleansed of the marks left by your sins.

Guilt is the worst feeling but it has the best effect.

A PURE SOUL.


Gaze upon the grass,

Stretched to cover the inside. The land of plenty.


Growling tiger strikes.

The rumble of emptiness

Sounds, famished child.


Frost touches the leaves

Fallen and dead on the ground. The homeless man shakes.


Imagination

Opens the mind to unknown,

Not your history.


The tulip springs forth From the ground below; tears fall

As the mother dies.


Beautiful and soft,

Grace the floor so gently as

The wind brushes skin.


Hold my heart. Eagle tends to the

Little one.

Little one,

Grace my hand with yours. Winter's end.

Winter's end.

The mother presents.

Hold my heart.


Deer's blank expression On top of this rock

A dream walks.


3 Man sits high...

Innocence covers.

Cult of peace.


Below

Color the empty Cavern swept aside, this, a

Modest proposal.


Into a dream

On marched walking dead. Crisp air explains.



Lonely man presents

A taste of the Arts for all.

Unity in this.


Journey far Until satisfied.

Elephant graveyard.

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Pranali Kadam *****************************************************************************


Sun dawned for the day

yellow with tinge of red

and the world's glowing.


Nine months and nine days

A soul is born within soul attains motherhood


Fist that holds my stick

awaits the offering made

reliefs austere life.


You dote upon me

consumed infatuation Loathe I feign for you


Dad showers his love,

Ardor upon his darling

Daughter,his princess.

Blooming bud blossoms Underneath Sun and Blue sky

Days pass and withers.


Haiku

When I think of you

My essence fills and blooms like

cherryblossom springs

Pi-Ku

World falls out

think All rise again



Thou shalt lie to me To thine own self be true,but

I am thy,fair lie

This above all words

I have a soul of the moon, love's light brightens thou.


Among the millions A mighty heart has the key

to lock of my heart

Gaze runs all over

And fix on your entity Waiting to unseal


life...

I have not had my soul blooming special day yet.

So just tried writing in Hope and one from Imagination.

Waiting for a day when the stars lits velvet skies

like his sparkling eyes.

His eyes into mine

My finger entwined with his painfully perfect.


Vision meets insight New perceptions,rise and merge

and the rest dissolves.


I wrote three,out of habit

Sky turns blue in hue

And the leaves,golden green Hope colours gray sky

Colours fill up Lives

Hope colours gray sky And the leaves,golden green

Sky turns blue in hue

~

Silver blush of Moon

Orange warmth of the Sun A Red heart in Love

Colours of blush,warmth and Love

A Red heart in Love

Orange warmth of the Sun Silver blush of Moon

~

Eyes attract colours

Yellow streams through canopy.

Flower blooms;Purple

A colour of Life,alike

Flower blooms;Purple

Yellow streams through canopy. Eyes attract colours


Holding Balloon

On my second Birthday,Joy

twinkles in my eyes


Somewhere amidst

A heart is longing to Love Whilst a soul wanders.

Woo me with thy words

Hold me,lead me somewhere Let our Love suffice.


After blissful rain Somewhere on earth's mush lies

A visage with a smile.


My Mother always taught me,Lying is a sin and liars are always punished.

But I lied. When I was a little girl,to my teacher. I did not do my homework and I persuaded her

that I was ill. I was excused from punishment but I felt an unfamiliar feeling.That was

guilt,of lying.

How many of us are honest? Don't we lie for a day off or when we are late,for work or

school? All of us lie,for one or the other reason. We lie.We break hearts and trust.

But Who are those,who lie to their conscience? Perhaps,the real Sinners. But Lying is today's need,of a fast paced lifestyle. If we don't,we'd be struck.

We are sinners not by birth but by helplessness. And the only way of repentance is a promise of not repeating.

If there is no repentance,All the world will be a Lie.

Be true to your soul Truth is repentance for Lie

for a Conscience.


Her hungry eyes lie,

awaits his absolution He betrays her wait.

Breaking vows and trust

The Ache in her heart is deep Wait is forever.


Death hovers with war Nothing gains,but Helpless souls

Famine wins,Souls lose.

Not water but food Can extinguish,famine flames

Thus souls will be saved.

Lives are perished,When

Famine rise its head above And Nothing remains.

Famished souls search food

To satisfy their hunger,

else Death conquers.

Little morsels we waste Can feed and save some lives

Think before,you waste.


On night of Fullmoon,

Wind blows with dewy coolness scatters colored leaves.

Everything gleams,

On this sunny afternoon

And Sunflowers dance.

Fallen leaves around whirls to the tunes of wind

On new year's eve.

My mind blooms colours,

While the cherryblossoms springs With Sun,Spring arrives.

P.S. Full moon & Coloured leaves are associated with Autumn.

Sunflowers associated with Summer. Fallen leaves and New year's eve is associated

with Winter. Cherry blossoms are associated with Spring


Dreams are,but dreams

Live out imagination and make them come true.

Look forward and Dream

Dream today,leave yesterday not your history.

Not your history Live out of your true niche,your

imagination.


Winged words fly high

Out of reach of the blue sky my dedication.

Thy dedication,

runs around,in ocean's depth

Adds our blissful smile.

A dedication, A life to spend by your side

for now and always.


The Resting trinkets

makes my feet dance to its tune holding my ankles.

Little trinkets dance,

music of my tapping feet

marvels to be free

Gold Anklets rejoice, and adds beauty and pride

to the dancer's soul.


A Haiku about sharing between two kids

His visage brightens

When I give up my milkshake

My heart leaps in joy

My heart leaps in joy He offers me cake

My soul over joys

My soul over joys

We share the joy of giving His visage brightens

~

A Haiku about sharing joy.

The Joy of giving

As priceless as your soul Fills me with rejoice

Fills me with rejoice,

with tiny hand that take toys

A priceless joy

A priceless joy, of innocent gratitude

The Joy of giving.


A misty morning

I watch footprints left behind, imprints of Dream walks

Imprints on the ground

of Dream walks,of yester night

A dew, winter dropped.


3

Life in cult,

we share exclusive

interest

Of magic potions, witchcraft and deities

voodoo cult

P.S. The first Haiku based on the definition of Cult : An exclusive group of persons sharing an esoteric, usually artistic or intellectual interest. The second Haiku based on

the Voodoo cult.


Below

Image.1 I lie half awake

Hunger puts me to slumber And Life holds my strength.

Image.2 With my half open eyes

covering myself with food Can I eat it too?


Beyond the boundaries,

Dead leaves covered path is still, Waiting to be crossed.

World beyond Iron gate

wants me to discover,Life

behind boundless lines.



My domain name ‗winterofthemind‘ is inspired from the Novella,'Portrait of Jennie' by

Robert Nathan. There are times,I feel my mind is frozen and cannot think and is caught in uncertainity of how long it will last. And so I decided to take this phrase as my

domain name.

One summer morn,

My mind froze,cold and dead Winter of the mind.

I am fond of Blank verses and my soul yearns to learn and write them. I have mess of

incomplete lines which my heart doesnot approve,which are but part of my soul.

Some day I wish to write some,which my heart would approve.

Old sheets breathe darkness, Blank verses rise,blend with

Invisible lines.

I tried writing one for the challenge.

I tried my best to play by the rules but could not scan.(My scansion notes are misplaced)

This Blank verse is about those verses, My heart doesnot approve and lie in the deepest corner of my closet.

In the deepest corner of my closet,

lies dead a box filled with old stained sheets,

From the yesteryears,of verses and hopes are some incomplete blank verses,with

sheets and stains making the lines fade away Some of the verses from heart,some from soul

Invisible lines yearns to be redrawn

Verses in my head wishing to fall out

and the moments engulfs enliven past

For the stains on sheets,the air smells like hope, that would arise and diffuse at twilight

When everything turns and returns back, Are sheets wrapped neatly in box,deep in dark

My Blank verses and Invisible lines.

Form: Blank Verse.

Blank verse is poetry written in unrhymed iambic pentameter. It has been described as probably the most common and influential form that English poetry has taken since the

sixteenth century. The first documented use of blank verse in the English language was by Henry Howard

and Earl of Surrey.

P.S. I have not scanned my Verse,but I've crafted by the rules.


A path redefined, longing for Destination,

A Journey of Life.

Of Days and Dark nights,

A soul,awake till it's light A Journey,in Love.

29 Days and Haiku,

All gather to share and learn An achieved journey, suffice.

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Ramesh Sood *****************************************************************************


Iced thoughts ;

a cube of frozen haiku

melts on the paper

Gleaming eyes gaze at sneezing words ;

hearts spill warmth


An infantile frock;

my mother's aroma in my first wear…

Winter feels warm, cold winds sing in summers;

mother's lap..


Rugged hands smile

with warm feel of coins; faceless life..

Faceless life;

handiwork of time tell

gripping stories..


Gleeful flowers

make butterflies grumpy;

overt gestures..

She happily dances, he sits wearing ear plugs;

marital bliss..


Yellow Flowers...

Just opposite

on neighbor‘s roof bloom smiles; yellow flowers

yellow flowers; ebullient butterfly

strikes a chord

Strikes a chord

ignoring unworthy rose; Sour grapes..


Thinking trees;

like those silent birds..

Her laughter;

thinks,

notes of music...


Stone breaths life ;

ah, amazing power

of written word..


"To thine own self be true, " he tells others;

wounded mirror..


Key to success;

myriad locks confuse

and life stays closed..

Get broken, go missing, with nothing amiss;

Colourful locks..

colourful locks; very tempting to put

one on my mouth..


life...

Ah, I wake up

to a special day; everyday..

And a very special day...

She devoted hers

to give us a great life;

our Wedding day..

Our Wedding day; and God blessed us with

Joys of life

Joys of life-

two lovely children; now grownups

Now grownups

celebrate along with us;

our wedding day

Our wedding day; to give us a great life..

she devoted hers..


A Gift of Rainbow..

Someone sees

the world through her eyes ;

she lives on

She lives on; a gift of rainbow to an

unknown soul

Unknown soul; blesses one unknown to her

my sister…

My sister

left her eyes and lives on; someone sees..


FIRST STROKE OF BRUSH...

Beautiful painting sliding down a rainbow

joyous stars arrive

Beautiful painting joyous stars arrive

sliding down a rainbow Beautiful painting

Beautiful painting vital link in the middle

first stroke of brush Beautiful painting

first stroke of brush vital link in the middle

beautiful painting..

Beautiful painting;

I see the face of painter smiling in colors

Beautiful painting smiling in colours

I see the face of painter

Beautiful painting..

Beautiful painting I stand mesmerized

sparkling in light

Beautiful painting

sparkling in light

I stand mesmerized Beautiful painting..


DREAM GIFT FROM ELDERS

For this, I look at the prompt as a round white globe..

I will paint it bright with colours of my smile;

dream gift from elders..

Dream gift from elders;

borderless and fearless a whole new earth…

And here I look at as a baloon..

I'll touch Moon; just let me release

the baloon..


She & I

Unconditional acceptance of my being;

her true love for me..

A group photograph;

among many smiling faces I look for mine first..


Her Glorious Smile..

Her heart swallows rainstorms and dusty winds;

a blissful soul

A blissful soul;

rough weathers fail to steal her glorious smile..

Her glorious smile

beckons me to spread wings rain-washed sky...


Ah, getting trusted

and then choosing betrayal;

mind sins sans soul..

Whenever I find someone putting all his trust in me; taking me around the darker corners of his inner-space, I have always felt that at that moment I am receiving the

greatest compliment: ―You are trusted.‖ But, how difficult it is to hold on to someone‘s secret. Sometimes it becomes difficult but then that is the test. If you succumb and

share the same with another then one thing is sure: Pleasure of being a trust worthy

person will be lost. Mind will be committing a Sin of Heart. Soul would be absent in those dark moments..

Temptation will be greater when betraying someone would mean some material gain for you. But then, a part of your spirit would die. Getting trusted is a glowing tribute

anyone can ever get. Let your spirit glow. Be trustworthy. God bless!


Doubt..

Festival;

Will he return drunk

or with sweets..

Pessimism

She waits for him sitting like a statue;

life turns its back..

Optimism

Long wait;

She knows he will return

stronger..

Reality?

No more waiting, no more tears, let it be;

Indifferent


NO FAMINE OF SMILES..

Nurtured by tears,

they Keep growing in my heart;

no famine of smiles..

No famine of smiles; you see them splattered here

and leave one of yours…


SEASON OF SHARING..

Season of sharing secrets with the flowers;

happy butterflies

happy butterflies

find their hearts dancing; footfalls of spring

footfalls of spring

merge with songs of birds;

winter‘s last blush

Winter‘s last blush; at her elemental best

nature's glimpse of joy

Nature's glimpse of joy

that lies a little ahead; a hopeful heart

A hopeful heart

blooms with happier dreams;

season of sharing

Season of sharing secrets with the flowers;

happy butterflies…


IMAGINATION

Imagination;

winged me flies in the skies, come, join me there

Come, join me there to feel softness of the clouds;

ah, a peaceful heart

Ah, a peaceful heart beats in joy and comfort;

a laughing future

A laughing future;

rivers of happiness flow from past to present

From past to present let me glean all that's love;

Imagination..


A Pure Trait of the Soul..

Past midnight hour

I link my haiku here; dedication?

Dedication?

I find dedicated souls

bless every word

Bless every word; as I move ahead

past midnight hour..

Haiku specailly for the Prompt..

Untiringly

Earth revolves around Sun; dedication

Dedication;

a pure trait of the soul

makes Moon too glow..


Reflection

of a shining soul; her dancing feet..

Her dancing feet

make the world standstill; frozen moments..


Joy of Giving..

Sun gives light

and tree the fruits; joy of giving

Joy of giving;

starry night gives solace, Moon inspires

Moon inspires; darker corners vanish,

Sun gives light

Dry Leaf Gets Life

Morning scribbles

her happy love song; dry leaf gets life

Dry leaf gets life;

flowers sing floating lyrics,

breeze carries joy

breeze carries joy night leaves glittering notes,

morning scribbles..

Day 24 – February 24th – Words: Dream Walks Topic of Gossip..

Topic of gossip for angels and the fairies;

her moony dream walks..

Her moony dream walks

hand in hand with her cupid; bare feet on the clouds

Bare feet on the clouds,

her moistened lips quiver; topic of gossip..


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Haiku Worshippers..

Cheers to all haiku worshippers;

a new cult

A new cult ah, dreaming hearts think

in pictures..


Below

"We Shall Overcome."

He resolves,

―We shall overcome;‖ happier dreams

happier dreams;

life will hand lessons

on the way

On the way, they will write story;

world awaits

World awaits; but for the moment

let them sleep..

Delicious;

ah, served with love food for thought..


I Walk Out of Open Gate

Open gate makes me look beyond;

where am I?

Where am I?

edge of a house-top, sign of life

Sign of life; huddled dry leafs tell

tales of trees

Tales of trees; concrete slope leads to

dark alley

Dark alley;

and I walk out of open gate..



Joy and Pain Both Walk Together

A little more

than Ordinary;

my story

My story; can be shared in

a few words

A few words; happy, sad and

joy and pain

Joy and pain

both walk together; right and left

Right and left; I keep friends and joys

on right side

On right side; and left is left for

me alone

Me alone;

ah, I make my pain smile with joy

Smile with joy; pain is a very

special friend

Special friend; so I care for it

a little more

A little more

than ordinary; our story..


And the tale continues in a chain of happy haiku... culmination of month long journey... a journey every moment of which

was blessed by God and all my haiku-loving friends who left their laughing footprints here....let us all reach

the point of New Beginning..and let...

Rivers Pause to Catch Rhythm..

A little more

than ordinary; our story

Our story;

a moment to share

with the world

With the world right here in the now;

flow of thoughts

flow of thoughts;

and rivers pause to catch rhythm

Catch rhythm;

boats filled with dreams

dance on waves

dance on waves; setting sun sings songs

of morning;

of morning,

flowers, birds and trees; musical notes

musical notes

as angels descend;

my heart leaps

My heart leaps in a frenzied beat ;

stop me please

Stop me please;

or join me here to celebrate

Celebrate

this month-long journey;

smiling souls

Smiling souls; let us all practice

happiness

happiness why not, indeed yes;

yes, God Bless!

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Susie Clevenger *****************************************************************************


keynote memories

moody blues in black and white

a songbook of tears


lifted from scraped knee

a kiss drying falling tears magic of mother

storybook bedtime

perfect passage to dreamland mother reads to child

lullaby comfort beauty of mother and child

rocking chair of peace


knowledge of aging

lifetime slipping through your hands the clock has unwound

a cane her compass

to guide feet‘s destination

memories her eyes

living history shown in weathered fingertips

generations‘ touch

let go of your wants

get a grip on what you need today slips by fast


the tears of folly

fall as sorrow‘s acid rain

laughter will dry them

valentine heartstrings severed by enmity‘s knife

acts of love restore


pursed lips, sour tongue

rail their condemnation yellow teeth of rage

saffron horizon umber smudges mix with gold

night is impatient

fluttering pleating an artistic seduction

nature of flirting


they rattle, tumble

badgering my pounding head

i pray for silence

one random thought

now multiplied



bind the false breathing that speaks lies against yourself

your words should be truth

above all be true

to self and murmur not lies be your champion

do not play falsely

but be true to thine own self

speak with honesty

know this above all wise is he who knows himself

and keeps his restraint


freedom is padlocked

to government‘s rhetoric liberty suffers

incarceration rusty locks on chain link dreams

escape seared by doubt

rainbow fastenings expectant heart bound to hope

expression of faith


life...

innocent promise

not knowing what life would bring

but trusting in us

nineteen is so young to commit until death parts

our dreams starry eyed

though growing was hard

we clung to I do tears were dried by smiles

forty one years have passed

our eyes see wonder not age gray does not matter

a promise still kept love has grown not diminished

our hearts remain one


i see with your eyes a gift when life said goodbye

thank you seems so small

brown eyes with blue sight

the veil of darkness removed her gift humbling him

a simple checkmark

priceless statement of intent

blind eyes now have sight


my world turned yellow with fluttering butterflies

joy arrived on wings

the sunshine of butterflies

joy arrived on wings

with fluttering butterflies my world turned yellow


uninhibited expression of amazement

beauty of childhood

unleash inner child

abandon yourself to joy smiles are healing gifts

dreams sparkle in eyes

that don‘t doubt they can come true believe as a child


a room full of hearts seeking a valentine

the shyness of love

nervous valentine

to be or not to be mine a question lingers

winter turns crimson

february valentines

fall as confetti

joyous I love you spoken with conviction‘s lips

valentine amen


mud puddle rainbows

splashes of hope in darkness optimism‘s smile


Judging lips spout their condemnation using a bible as their law book. Hypocrisy lists the sins of others while turning a blind eye to its own. I sat in the pew and sang in the

choir dressed in religion. I now cast the first stone at myself for casting stones at others. My heart repentant, I ask forgiveness for believing it was ever my right to be

your judge.

stones are the judgment

thrown by hypocrisy‘s hands love, heal the broken

A voice summons the shadow to come to the bed of death. A soul cannot sleep in

eternal peace with sin‘s bread lying upon its chest. Bony fingers take the bread and lift a glass of wine:

these sins I now eat

they will not enter your grave peace will be your rest


market still asleep a mother hoping for food

starvation too near

if patience was coins

she would be very wealthy stoically she waits

a tourist snapshot

nothing but a souvenir

poverty ignored


skin stretched across bones

another stomach craves food a mother must choose

tears no longer fall

the time of crying long past bones wait for their death

we step over bones on the way to our excess

eyes blind to starving


pastel hunting ground

giggles search for painted eggs easter tradition

firework picnics

america celebrates

under july sun

jack o‘ lanterns smile

as they watch geese flying south ghouls rustle the leaves

skates dance on the ice

a ballet of figure eights mittens clap applause


stop reminiscing close your history book

you can‘t rewrite it

imagination

empties yesterday‘s suitcase to dream the future

so much history

born from imagination

continue to dream


feeding the hungry

a soup kitchen‘s caring hearts the hands of service

fighting through her pain

a college degree her dream diploma received

putting hands to hope a home built by volunteers

paying it forward


bollywood beckons

contemporary movement mixed with classical

a gypsy heartbeat

translated by rhythmic dance

bohemian joy

bells chime on ankles a hypnotic flirtation

heart snared in its spell


the joy of my mom

loving hands creating beautiful artwork

beautiful artwork

for trio of little girls

their blue eyes watching

their blue eyes watching stitches with priceless memories

the joy of my mom


illumination

the light of inspiration dream walks through my mind

rippling wishing well hope splashes as penny drops

love taking dream walks

hazy Jamaican mountains captivated at first sight

i still take dream walks


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tattooed skin needle designed art

an ink cult


Below a plaster pillow

cradles poverty dreaming

of a better life

homeless brotherhood children caring for children

sad reality

no one notices desperation commonplace

hearts are so callous


bars against hatred

a gate feeble protection

faith persecution

the gate of david a reminder to not forget

deadly holocaust

we open the gate

to remember all the lost whom hatred slaughtered

rise star of david

your people have overcome

peace rest upon you



I got my blog title from my oldest daughter. When she was in grade school she came

home with a drawing. I asked her what it was about. She informed me it was a picture

of me doing laundry. She also informed me the teacher had asked the class do a drawing of what their mothers did for a living. Well, I didn‘t do laundry for a living

although it seems I was always doing it. My daughter also shared the pictures had been displayed on the wall of their classroom. I could just see it. My drawing hung next to

―My Mommy the Doctor‖ or ―My Mommy the Lawyer.‖ I decided to make the best of it and proclaimed myself as the deity, Laundry Goddess.

laundry confessions a poetic potpourri

scattered through verses

Lift Your Pen

I know not the inspiration

when I sit down to write. It may be the words

spoken in a photograph, the melody of a wind chime,

the moon outside my window. All I know is what

my spirit whispers.

life is a poem

just waiting to be written lift your pen and speak


writing through haiku a journey of syllables

counted poetry

i followed the path

on my faithful counting walk blessed inspiration

we began as one

to reach the end as many

haiku fellowship

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Vidya Sury *****************************************************************************


Sometimes I wonder

What my life is all about

―Love‖ whispered my soul


Kitchen queen concocts.

Sweet, sour, spicy, healthy love Unconditional.

Right from womb to grave

She gave infinite love, life Irreplaceable

Mom. Legacy of immortal love that conquers

all. Eternally.


Balanced on a stick

Wrinkles of experience Speak louder than words.

Years of observing

Passers-by taught him lessons

outside the classroom.


Tears of joy escaped Unbidden. Goodbye sadness

Hello happiness

Her cheerful smile hid An inner turmoil raging

Under the surface


Another day dawns

Clear bright and beautiful Excel, Amaze. Go!

Nothing to stop you

Everything is just right

Wake up. Forge ahead.


Your thoughts on paper

Inspire and transform readers Into great winners

Continue

To Motivate us

Reflect on your words Before you utter them. Thoughts

Can sometimes hurt more

Think. Ponder

Be Considerate



Guard thy dignity And to thine own self be true.

You are your best friend.

Man in the mirror

Remember you are worth it You deserve good things!


I need no padlocks to keep you inside my heart

My love is enough.

15 years of bliss. Together we unlocked joy

Through sad and hard times


life...

I held my baby

in my arms for the first time I was born again

My bundle of joy

With his little hand in mine spoke his first word "Ma"


She gifted him sight Gave the windows to her soul

Love is indeed blind.

He borrowed her eyes

Through them she saw again, the beauty of this world

Pledge your eyes today

leave a legacy that will

make you immortal


A walk in the park

Colorful balloons, toys, smiles Group of happy kids

Scenes from life etched in my mind

Group of happy kids Colorful balloons, toys, smiles

A walk in the park


Your laughing eyes, the

world in your hands. I wish you lifelong happiness

May your birthday be

full of joy today, always

wear that winning smile


Love adorns your face

with smiles. Makes you think nothing Is impossible

Love turns life into

a perfect fairy tale. A worthwhile existence

Love, the rainbow you see in your mind‘s eye when you

feel sad or lonely


A smile so cheerful

like a lotus found in slush truly makes my day

Inner beauty speaks

through the heart with a sweet smile

Nothing else matters


Wasted lives

He resides on the pavement eating scraps of food when he is lucky to get them. Elsewhere, those who have a house to live in, hot food and a job that brings an income

complain about petty things.

When it rains, he seeks shelter hoping he won‘t be driven away. Nobody knows what

he‘s thinking. Maybe he has (shattered) dreams. In spite of everything, he is content. Or appears to be. A warm and cozy home is not enough for some. Neither is a full

wallet.

Another day. Another lane. A flower lady makes a living with her son selling flowers by

the roadside. Twenty one years pass. One day, he hugs her, promising to be back soon. An hour later she receives a call informing her he has drowned. Her only support

snatched away. It is a sin that

Money makes us unhappy

Can it buy pleasure?


Watching life stroll by

Perched on a flimsy platform She awaits her future

The shutters are down

Together, they look forward One more day will dawn


Cracked earth tiled for miles thirsts for a drop of water

waits disillusioned.

Hungry eyes, parched lips.

Empty heart yearns. Dreams of an Affectionate kiss

An absence of love

No kindness or compassion

An unfulfilled life.


Spring A fresh perspective

New beginnings. Birds rejoice Fragrant flowers bloom

Summer Summer vacations

Memories of lazy days With family, friends

Winter Warm clothes, cozy home

Wrapped in hugs. Bowl of soup Winter quilt waiting

Fall

Drifting autumn leaves

On the driveway. Sleepy blooms Wait as spring draws close


Shelve your history Let your imagination

take wing. Life awaits.

Step out of your past Learn from your mistakes. Move on.

Conquer the future

Forget the spilled milk

Learn from the past. Recognize Your true potential


To my Mother

A portrait of love Embodiment of all wise

And wonderful things

My mentor and friend

She steered me on the right path Inspiring my growth

To my pressure cooker

Without you, my life

Would be difficult. Cooking

Tasty food a chore

To my spectacles

You gave me vision

To see the world around me In its full glory


Raised hem, Shy feet decked

In hushed anklets she waits, poised,

anticipating

With bated breath, she Tip toes across, creating

haiku in motion

Strains of music float

In the air, impelling both her feet to take wing


A new day, new life Is waiting for you. Accept

This wonderful gift

This wonderful gift Is yours to cherish, enjoy

As long as you live

As long as you live

Look forward to tomorrow A new day, new life

******

The joy of giving Encourage, appreciate

Through words and gestures

Through words and gestures And heart-warming wishes, show

Generosity

Generosity

Decorates and complements The joy of giving


Dream walks by the shore

Ocean waves drenching my feet An eternal joy

Our fingers entwined We enjoyed dream walks at dusk

Every single day

Dream walks with loved ones

Locked in memory, always Cherished in my heart


3

The order of life set in beliefs that enrich

urge you to evolve

No matter what cult you choose to follow, Step out

of your comfort zone

Let love be your creed

let little things inspire you let instinct guide you


Below Food for Thought I

Buds fed up with life will they bloom? Is adulthood,

health a fantasy?

Is the staircase their

future? If they get up where will they go? The streets?

Food for Thought II

Beware, innocent

child. The world is a mirage You are food for thought

Perfectly laid out

Platter to deceive taste-buds Are you the main course?


Iron bars are no match for will power. Step out

Or stay back. Your choice.

Inside? Outside? Just

A point of view. Perception Will help you decide.

No matter how strong

the door. No matter which side

you see, there is Hope.

Take inspiration From the star on the iron

Bar. Stretch. Fly. Transcend.



In 2003, when Google acquired Blogger, I started Going A-Musing as ―google-n-i-share-a-birthday.blogspot.com‖ (yes, really). Truth. Google and I do share a birthday – Sept

27.

Haiku

Going A-Musing

My space on the world wide web Welcomes you dear friend

Initially I had fun writing anything that came to mind. (I still do!). But over the years, I

became a little more focused (read: wrote in sentence case, used

punctuation…kidding!).

I browsed around, made friends, had the privilege of reading the wonderful words on other blogs, I continued to write, sharing Life. Fun. Humor. Love. Trials. Errors.

Relationships. Health. Tips. Resources. Technology. Experiences. Stories. Inspiration.

Because variety is the spice of life.

Naisaiku

Going A-Musing Web space where I live, learn, share

With friends old and new

WEB SPACE WHERE I LIVE, LEARN, SHARE With friends old and new

Web space where I live, learn, share Going A-Musing

I added new pages An E-Library listing useful resources. An About Me page. I played with widgets. I played with codes. I played with my dashboard. I figured out, through

trial and error, various how-to-s and how not-to-s. I had arguments with my inner critic. I learned it was not necessary to be perfect. I realized happiness is a D.I.Y

Project.

I made friends. Close friends. Loyal friends. Deep connections.

In June 2011, I moved the blog to its own domain and simply called it

www.vidyasury.com. I still have miles to go before I sleep – but I like to keep it simple around here. Writing is what I am really interested in, as it brings me joy to share

what I read, learn, enjoy.

I live, I learn, I share. I cherish the relationships I build. I believe in the power of

positive thinking.

Limerick (my favorite form)

My blog is my virtual home

No matter where I roam

I return here every time

To reason and rhyme My space, my joy, ―my Om‖


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Viv Blake *****************************************************************************


wind from Siberia

bites any uncovered ears

moral: wear a hat.


the mother of my mother was known as mum‘smum

instead of grandma


knotted hands of age walnut knuckles, bulging veins

lifetime of labour


Every upswing has us rejoicing, before regret

brings us down again.


Bloody annoying: attitude of the Brits who

don‘t learn the language

Over me, a red

umbrella to deep me dry

Gives us each day

Our

Daily bread


Bliss when sun

shines, sheds gold on snow,

sparkles,

melts,

drips from the trees,

brings relief for

stranded drivers

who breathe easy,

think warm happy thoughts

of hearth and

home

and blazing fire


Life is for living

in the best way that we can until it‘s over


Could I ever be

anybody else but me?

Each of us unique


Obsessive collecting the bane of many spouses:

clutter or riches?


life... The transformation

of girl to mature adult -

her first child is born.


I am bewildered - am I coming or going?

How can I be sure?

Am I girl or boy?

Pity about the moustache if I am a girl.


They set a puzzle and expect us to solve it

Immediately JUST LIKE THAT

That‘s quite a problem to concoct a naisaiku,

in colour as well

JUST LIKE THAT


The look on your face when I burst this big balloon

will make me giggle


The name of fourteen

saints, martyred in Ancient Rome No-one knows which one.

Disappointment reigns

in many households today. Postman didn‘t call


a scene awaiting a small boy in welly boots

to bring it to life.


A convent education inculcates a sense of guilt: for running in the corridors, shouting in

the playground; not eating school dinner or eating a sweetie before Holy Communion; not wearing that dreadful school hat when cycling home – you know, the one the wind

used as a kind of sea anchor, flowing out behind.

We‘re told not to sin

when we are young, so why is sinning so much fun?


Two kinds of waiting - impatiently or resigned.

Neither is cheerful


Children go hungry

while the rich throw food away and then give money

to salve their conscience.

Famine will not be beaten

until we change our ways,


Jaded by winter longing for spring‘s benison

to warm our old bones

spurts of floral growth

horses kick up their heels, run joyful and alive

heavy heat hangs low

midsummer backward glances

to those dew-fresh days

forward to red and, golden leaves, first frost; the slow

wind-down of autumn

hibernate to wait

cosily beside the hearth for spring to return.


Reality or illusion?

impossible to be sure:

nothing is certain


My very first poem

was dedicated to my children – as babies


Legs twirl, toes spring up

joyful dance of grace, beauty -

her youth gives delight.


Giving what you can

to those who have not brings its own reward

Not seeking reward

just wanting to help others, to lighten their load.

To lighten their load is the best kind of delight,

giving what we can


my ideal walks

are many and various and all on the flat

Beside a river -

anywhere, if you‘ll come with me -

beside the sea

beside the sea we will breathe the bracing air

to enrich our lives

to enrich our lives we will walk together

beside a river


3 cultivate flowers,

fruit, salads, vegetables -

a sane way to live


Below

The term latchkey kids takes on a bitter meaning

for these poor children

For these poor children

life is just deprivation - eat, sleep when you can

wherever you can - find rest and escape in dreams

and togetherness


A long time ago

the unthinkable happened. Please, never again.



I‘m living the dream

in France , as Vivinfrance - a logical name.

A logical name

for this rural perfection,

that is my life here.

A life of poetry, quilting, blogging with good friends:

that‘s living the dream


Flybe to be here

to find my lovely daughter to stay for a week,

here with my family.

Yesterday was a journey

as was this challenge.

The challenge journey has been joyful hard labour -

a haiku a day.

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Wordcoaster *****************************************************************************


Weeping woman stands

No comforting friends around

Looking at the grave


Mother redefined

The house is painted yellow Listen and obey


Take hold of these hands

Weathered, withering branches

Still as strong as oaks


Guilt for what I‘ve done,

Proud of my accomplishment: Discordant music


Are your motivations pure?

Think hard before you answer:

Only one is clean Nepenthe obscene

Enamored drink of masses (Me included sure)

Escharotic cure Not deductive, but profound–

Tainted turns pristine


Just think about it

Let the pages permeate

Drink deep from these wells

Alphabet Soup

For the lost soul



Own self above all

Thine wishes mere second-rate Is this to be true?


Metallic rainbow More than quaint decoration

Keeping secrets safe


life...

Swing-set kickball fun, ―Sweet nibblets are not a waste!‖;

Ant pants trouser spin.


He saw things his way;

She saw things her way–until Their stubborn eyes met.


Interpretation Frenzied colours blow and bend

Spastic yellow dance

INTERPRETATION

Spastic yellow dance

Frenzied colours blow and bend Interpretation


Helium delight Held fragile in his small hands

Ending with a bang


O sweet Valentine,

What can I give that savors And carries favor?

I sent you flowers;

They‘ll pale too soon and wither:

Love is not roses

Nor pink carnations, Yet let these little words tend

Your heart‘s fair garden.


Breach slough of despond

Through mental transformation See soothing mud bath.


Raw, that‘s what they were—all raw, energy unkempt and sagging. Breathing heavily to remind themselves they were alive. Their rabid rabbit eyes bored holes through

clothes; they had listened to their mothers and eaten all their carrots. They had developed a taste for them—the crunch had no other substitute. And everywhere you

turned, there they were, with their sunken features and sharpened teeth. Twinkling

eyes sparkled and shattered the picture frames that caged them. They smelled of origan and martyrdom, but plumb the depths of their cisterns: beware the nematodes.

Woven partners of the snake, Medusa‘s braids. And bathed in sour cream.

Saturated cloud Issues forth acetic rain

Nile turns back to blood


Rest on seaweed bench,

Wait for the appointed time,

Age and youth shall greet.


Fierce hunger pangs strike

Animals die, crops wither

Men fight dogs for food

Icean nightmare Never sure of next day‘s meal

Ending when it rains

Day 19 – February 19th – Theme: Seasons Type: Kigo copy chine

Primrose promises

Blossoming from muddy ground Snow shall not prevail


Imagination:

Live out of your illusion, Not your history.


Dash dot dot dot dash Your morse code dedication

Didn‘t go as planned


There she stood, balanced

Graceful even in stillness Then began to dance


All roads lead to Rome, The center of attention

Set in cobblestone.

Set in cobblestone,

Dusty footpaths winding long Not built in a day.

Not built in a day,

Yet in a day progress built: Start with cornerpiece.


My dream walks barefoot On hot coal and broken glass

Midnight mad melee


3

Tulip ring Flower clique circle

Cult of spring


Below

Baby Sophia Wrapped inside tortilla

Cute quesadilla


Sinister black fence

Reminder of darker days Ghastly ghetto gates



The whispered tones fell on deaf ears; I was a thrill-seeker and here were the thrills.

Thousands of them, but I sought out the ones worthwhile. Time is too precious to waste on some lame tame baby ride. I stalked my prey with the skill of a half-starved

cheetah, and twice as fast. I rushed headlong into awaiting queue, but waiting was not

what I had planned to do. Throwing caution to the wind I loudly exclaimed,

―These books, please, to-go Auden, Millay, Herbert, Poe–

I‘m the wordcoaster!‖


Stop and take a rest.

Ev‘ry journey has an end. Even circles pause.

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