
“Real haiku is the soul of poetry.
Anything that is not actually
present in one’s heart is not haiku.
The moon glows, flowers bloom,
insects cry, water flows. . . .
This is the essence of haiku.
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~ Santoka Taneda
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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moon
synodic month
earth’s only satellite
a clear nights extravaganza
lunar
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Haiku:
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cricket songs have ceased
the rivers and lakes frozen
winters solid grip
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Poem:
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enjoying life with a true passion
smug as a bug in a rug satisfaction
not to worry that the bubble will burst
when we die we’ll be over the worst
fingers, toes and eyes crossed
praying for luck whatever the cost
seeking places that induce laughter
who cares what may be in the hereafter
serving coffee, tea or me
just be the person you want to be
laugh, lust, just don’t get caught
only God knows what you thought
find yourself a new definition for fun
something to enjoy when you are on the run
find people and places that can fill the bill
make sure that everything flows from your free will
hope you enjoy this silly rhyme
know it was not a waste of time
today, be serious only when you need to be
just remember to giggle when you go to pee
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ME and the Boss
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“I would define,
in brief,
the poetry of words
as the rhythmical
creation of Beauty.”
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~ Edgar Allan Poe
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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soothing
gentle sounds
pleasing gossamer dreams
still water runs deep
brooks
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Haiku:
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thunder lightening rain
God’s wonderful theater
life giving waters
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Poem:
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I can see the setting with my minds eye
with my words I want you to see it too
use your imagination, let it fly
let us all take a trip to the emotional zoo
let us start with the family, we know them best
Dad doesn’t count, his emotions are hidden
question his feelings he would flunk this test
real men don’t cry; a tear, heaven forbidden
Mom’s usually have all of the passion
child bearing, child rearing stretches the sensibilities
following Dr. Spock or whoever is the current fashion
in the end, Mothers intuitions are the God given abilities
Siblings, a curse or a blessing
some are like Mom, some are like Dad
memories fueled by feelings worth expressing
the best times, the worst times we have ever had
neighbors and friends can fill the zoo
from cuddly koalas to to the always hungry lion
over the cuckoo’s nest some of them flew
personally they all made their own bed to lie in
paint the picture, yourself, family and others
what colors do their personalities represent
the vibrant peacock, the camouflaged laughing hyenas
use your mental imagery how many matches can you invent
see the picture
who is the sicker
can’t go to the zoo
without looking for you
ME and the Boss
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