The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things. . . . When we are grasping the inexpressible me...
Hallelujah songcarries on a gentle wind,heralding a king.
Gingerbread houseswith gumdrops and peppermintand marshmallow snow.
These are some of the characteristics of the state of mind which the creation and appreciation of haiku demand: Selflessness, Loneliness, Grateful Acceptance, Wordlessness, Non-intellectuality, Contra...
You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.
NEW HAIKUOne breathy vowelmists the glass warming windowpanes crystalled with snowRobin Glasser
I preserve my worldin journals so my children can eat without me
You only live twice:Once when you are bornAnd once when you look death in the face
You must remain. I must depart.Two autumns falling in the heart.
Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff.Apollo? I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.
Semper FidelisDawn star flares on disk of nightI fall, sun rises
Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.
before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow
But for their cries,The herons would be lostAmidst the morning snow.
Every bonsaidreams of being a tall tree - until the wind blows
We had a threesomeYou, me and my depressionDepression fucks hard
Exhale the remnants/Of wounds that steal your freedom./No more prisons. Breathe.
Snap your fingerstop the world - rain falls harder
Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.
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