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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 7:17 am
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Playful
Playful, the rippling Surf, washing over our toes Fearful, the watching Crowd, seeing as the waves rose
Joyful, the windy Meadow, crickets in our hands Sorrowful, the gray Sky, ready to drench the lands
Beautiful, drifting Snow, floating across our sight Bountiful, ice cold Flakes, that froze the land in white
Wonderful, leaping Flames, that warmed our frigid hearts Hateful, the flying Sparks, that snet us jumping apart
Disdainful, dark grey Clouds, that block the light of day Faithful, the bright Sun, that sends the gloom away
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I would have died a coward had I found a place to hide I would not have seen you watching had I fled so fast inside
I would have died a thief had they caught it in my hands I would not have seen you crying had they dragged me to the stands
I would have died a martyr had I championed a cause I would not have left you all alone for the moment of a pause
A collection of Haiku
The arid desert Footfalls cause the sand to rise Trails left by the wind
The sun sets at night Overhead, the stars shine on Below, where I am
The chimes play gently With the wind that passes by Leaving only sound
Unavoidable The fall of the moon and sun Never together
The speed of falling Is when you are truely still Passing by your thoughts
Quiet is only A time when we find there is An absence of sound
Fleetingly I hear The sound of lost memory I find I forget
It leaves when the night Comes to dot the sky with stars I do miss the light
When I close my eyes I see the world perfectly More so than before
Smiles so Wide
Easter eggs crack underhand yolk, blood, all, spill Spring chickens and dinner plates aren't meant to mix
Laughing around the trees outside rabbits of plastic and smiles so wide the hunt begins with arrows and bows Spears to pierce the armour When will the days come down to where I can finally see them Where will they go in my basket
Green grass rises to meet me this morning the hunt began the night before from thoughts of rain of thunder of singing to the wind
I see you are not to stay to be on your way right down the road the old road, cracked with paving stones Remnants of the eggs I held all pieced together, shell by shell
Mannequin
Wooden hands wave goodbye to the day to the night to whatever may come
Windows stand watching the stars overhead As the sun shines below From what they can see
We may be stiff a little Joints twisting with metal snaps We may be dead a little Hearts yearning with unnending pleas
Please My wooden hands are waving Please My metal neck is craning To see the stars overhead and the sun below We look too far and cannot see Anymore
My metal eyes are staining Please My wooden feet are running Please
Stiltwalking
Empires built on stilts Fall down Merry-go-rounds in wind Spin 'round
I see the waves to quench the flames coming over the cliffs I see the air to snuff the embers coming from the sea
The wood is splintering, jagged peaks tumbling round the houses Blackened coals are red hot eyes stumbling to find a life
Ocean air and water salt mix on the tongue I taste the sweet remains of an empire built so precariously on stilts
Golden curls and amethyst eyes Upon a jeweled horse the gales come from above they say to make it spin around the gusts come from below they say to make it spin so fast
Flashing manes and tails and hooves never to be trampled Ride out upon the ocean airs Away, and to, away
The waves came washing much too late to save the silver palace Clouds look down, move on, come back Much to late To ride the stilted horses
To be updated
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 12:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 4:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 1:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 6:45 am
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 9:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 11:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:59 pm
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