Archive # 25

 

 
 
tanka haiku:  The wall, torn down, the
 
camera lost, the girl left.
 
Only memories
 
    inside my head remain to
 
    keep ev’rything as it was.
 
 
 
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Solid evidence
 
of who and what we once were
 
will get lost in Time.
 
 
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Please friend, hold my hand.
 
I’m a stranger here, and don’t
 
know my way around.
 
 
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Twilight emerges
 
putting this long day to bed,
 
releasing our dreams.
 
 
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Though heart’s desires
 
are not always met, they greet
 
our souls at sundown.
 
 
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Getting up early,
 
ruins your sleeping and your
 
love of alarm clocks.
 
 
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The ties that bind us,
 
may sometimes chafe, yet they keep
 
those whom we need, near.
 
 
 
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Have we lost our way?
 
Or has our journey been changed
 
to exploration?
 
 
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A heart that wanders
 
may never take root in the

field where their love waits.

 
 
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Today’s annoyance;

remembering I forgot

 
 
to charge my iPod.
 
 
 
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Watering flowers;
 
 
simple acts of kindness that
 
 
encourages beauty.
 
 
 
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You constantly cry
 
 
then wonder why the world seems
 
 
so full of teardrops.
 
 
 
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Feeling remorse for
 
things you can’t control is like
 
weeping for moonbeams.
 
 
 
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Papa took his time,
 
 
winding his pocket watch, then …
 
 
asked me to ‘explain.’
 
 
 
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When you are swimming, 
 
 
you don’t think about drowning. 
 
 
So it is with Life. 
 
 
 
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In the hollow tree,
 
 
he hid grandfather’s watch
 
 
and a plastic whistle. 
 
 
 
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Are you ever tired
 
 
of hearing you should be sad
 
 
just because you’re sick?
 
 
 
————————————- 
 
 
 
Martini’s shaken
 
 
and not stirred, makes olives bounce
 
 
and Bond, James Bond, drunk.
 
 
 
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Vixens vindicate,
 
 
vicious, voracious viewpoints,
 
 
vocal victors vie.
 
 
 
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tanka haiku: 
 
 
Please consider this …
 
 
maybe, just maybe, it’s you.
 
 
Nothing wrong with that.
 
 
    Perhaps you’re simply blind to 
 
 
    the lessons Life’s offering. 
 
 
 
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Through Life’s twists and turns,
 
 
we learn about ourselves, so
 
 
avoid the straight path.
 
 
 
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You know how Life is … 
 
 
Dull .   Then something comes along
 
 
and lights up your heart.
 
 
 
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He soon discovered, 
 
 
ice-skating was not his ‘thing.’ 
 
 
His ‘thing?’  Falling down. 
 
 
 
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Nervously she paced,
 
 
it was well after Midnight,
 
 
and she’d heard no news. 
 
 
 
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Wishing her the best, 
 
 
he shook her hand, grabbed his bags
 
 
and boarded the train.
 
 
 
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He stood very still, 
 
 
slowly his essence emerged 
 
 
and Hope swirled ’round him.
 
 
 
 
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The room was darkened, 
 
 
The drapes were all tightly shut  
 
 
as his spirit ebbed.
 
 
 
 
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