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Re: april (!)

Posted: April 7th, 2014, 11:28 pm
by judih
(please excuse grammar
will never happen again
read at own risk)


awake at two
me and the lawn sprinklers
decorate the night

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 8th, 2014, 3:38 pm
by still.trucking
waiting for this
yet here I sit
at this keyboard again


a late chance for closure
me and my pc
and a few friends

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 8th, 2014, 11:19 pm
by judih
son trapped
in plastic cast
how long the night

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 9th, 2014, 9:19 am
by the mingo
fully engaged
just so -
branches & wind

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 9th, 2014, 11:11 pm
by judih
roomful of poets
red tea and figs
conjure up sunlight

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 9th, 2014, 11:11 pm
by judih
the mingo wrote:fully engaged
just so -
branches & wind
so quintessentially zen, mingo-san

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 10th, 2014, 9:27 am
by the mingo
judih Thx - you are a gracious woman - 8)

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 10th, 2014, 11:40 pm
by judih
tubful of coffee
fully consumed
she waits for lift-off

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 11th, 2014, 10:16 pm
by stilltrucking
night rider
got a grip on fear
I can live with it

never will escape
from it
till death do us part

I'm an adrenalin junkie
and a coward
haiku don't lie


Friday night
frights
and zen biking

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 11th, 2014, 11:58 pm
by judih
tibetan flutes
vibrate chakras
inner embrace

http://youtu.be/mdUCOj5tOPc

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 12th, 2014, 1:40 am
by diesel dyke
night wind
whispers sleep deep
I intend to

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 12th, 2014, 7:28 am
by judih
diesel dyke wrote:night wind
whispers sleep deep
I intend to
a romantic ku
in the hush of afternoon
heart beats anew

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 12th, 2014, 8:38 am
by the mingo
had a 'ku for this spot
but she run off with
some Fancy Dan riverman poem -
lil' slut ...

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 12th, 2014, 11:20 pm
by judih
ku
not what she claims
look between lines

Re: april (!)

Posted: April 13th, 2014, 6:07 pm
by the mingo
a woman struggles carrying her burden
overhead a passing crow leaves no trace
of the arc it follows