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one day maybe this will all make sense
when all this nonsense becomes the past tense
today I just dont understand a thing
is it really dinner time when the bells they do ring
or is the bell ringing a sign of something new
something exciting , for me , or for you
should i be worried along with hearing the voice in me head
im now hearing the clang of bells instead?
or should i just learn to go with the flow
take it just as it comes, the highs and the lows
or should i just stop trying to make sense of it all
face the world head on and just stand tall!!!!@Forget Me Not wrote:
@cymorill wrote:
^^ that is NOT haiku. That is just a sentance broken up into three lines.
These are haiku..
The world? Moonlit
Drops shaken
From the crane’s bill.Dogen
Another, more traditional one ..
in tree shade
dwelling with a butterfly…
friends in a previous lifeKobayashi Issa
You are mistaken
a haiku is of three lines
beat five, seven, fiveHow silly of me not to realise that someone in the 21st century knows more than the Japanese writers that came up with haiku 300 years ago. :roll:
If you want to know what true haiku is, google Matsuo Basho, he is regarded as the founding father of haiku.
its cold in here, looks all around
is there somewhere a friend to be found
looks under the table and under the chair
i cant find someone to comfort me anywhere
the warm feeling when you get when someone is close
takes time and fate to find that i suppose
but when will fate take the right turn
maybe in hell….. burn baby burn!!!!@cymorill wrote:
@Forget Me Not wrote:
@cymorill wrote:
^^ that is NOT haiku. That is just a sentance broken up into three lines.
These are haiku..
The world? Moonlit
Drops shaken
From the crane’s bill.Dogen
Another, more traditional one ..
in tree shade
dwelling with a butterfly…
friends in a previous lifeKobayashi Issa
You are mistaken
a haiku is of three lines
beat five, seven, fiveHow silly of me not to realise that someone in the 21st century knows more than the Japanese writers that came up with haiku 300 years ago. :roll:
If you want to know what true haiku is, google Matsuo Basho, he is regarded as the founding father of haiku.
maybe if you read them in Japenese instead of just their English translation you might be proven (yet again) wrong
Minotaur
The laughter of Gods
rings out hollow
across an empty stage
taunting my existance
denying my dreams
refusing me rest
spreading uneasebut in the distance
something graces the horizon
a friend and salvation?
or just torment, damnation?I turn and reach out
yet stumble and fall
crawling in ignorance
on all fours
a beast, not a manenraged by my shame
I turn and lash out
too late my folly realised,
as blood like wine
pours from my love’s breast
pierced by hands unworthy of such beautyMy torment, my curse
locked in a prison
of my own design
trapped within my
own mother’s sinRefused death
denied life
half-and-half
the neither and nor
thus is my folly
God-forsaken,
the MinotaurMy Mother in law,faught in the War.
back in 43.
and as Im reminded every week,
its cos of Her ” im free”.I apologised for not yet being Born,
and a tear,I could have sworn
dripped doon my wee face.
as shameful was I,,to be born,in a Race:
that had NO winners.My Mother in law,,is far superior to me,
she born the laddie,that is part of me.
her comments now,,make me wince.
and i KNOW she makes,Far better Mince.My mother in Law,,Never lets me Speak,
as an All knowing,superior freak.
she gloats of Countries abroad she has seen,
the Tallin cruise ,the Moscovian Queen.
the way she dances,in St Petersburg square,
the Australian cruise,and its not fair.
from mexico grande to singapore,Cuba y Chile,
oh hear her roar.so life goes on,and she never forgives,
as she prattles on,about the Malidives.
Of All the places I couold have seen,,if ONlY i WAS a princess queen.
but together,forever,are her son and I ,
alas, i will never let her see me cry.
a laugh.a giggle,,im forever the Fool.
and the laughs with our kids,,in sunny Blackpool :)I once met a man
whose name was Hatred
his anger immense
his rage never satedI asked him one day
‘Why is it that you rage
against the rising sun?’
he turned to me and simply said
‘Because it can be done’A man without qualm
about hurting another
to whom no kinsman
could ever be as a brother
forsaken by his own contemption
blinded to the means of his redemptionOn the day that Hatred was due to die
he turned to me and winked an evil eye
‘the devil’s work is never done,
a fact that proves that in the end I have won’
and I wept for him, this ignorant fool
as about his open grave the wolves
prowled and began to droolwho amongst you out there, can declare undying love,
for him, for her, for it, or the stars above,
do you really know what love is , does it start right from the heart
or is it merely a figment of your soul completely torn apart?Poem for Cath
Jubilations
congratulations
salutations
and good luckI wish you well
I wish you best
I wish you all
that other stuffwho of you amongst us
can claim so good a friend
so good that I can frankly say
her acquaintence I recommendso once more I say
to you the best
of belated birthday wish-yous
suffice to say today is so great
and (teary-eyed) could you pass the tissues
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