Posts Tagged haiku

curious

 

The sad thing is that

the only people I’ve harmed

have been those I loved.

 

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Best anticipate

 

That hard bit just now,

after that warm and yellow bit.

I wonder what’s next?

 

 

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Tears

 

I wear my tears like

a Warrior who weary,

has become gentle.

 

 

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Guided flow

 
 
So complex you make
Your life and its words to be.
Guided though it flows.
 
 

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Sweet piano

 
 
Sweet piano sound
Drifts through the air around me
And yet I’m crying.
 
 

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Easy

 
 
Then I saw past you
And saw her looking at me
And I betrayed you.

So flimsy are the
Fantasies we cling tight to,
Risking our being.

 
 

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Purpose

 
 
Your life’s purpose is
To understand the void
And to see its truth.
 
 

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To see

 
 
I wanted to see,
And a writer said just be.
But what does that mean?
 
 

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Safe

 
 
In my glass bubble
I lie curled watching the world,
Sure I must be safe.
 
 

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Words

 
 
As surgeon’s fingers
Slice the surplus fat away.
Words as blades should cut.
 
 

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Balance

 
 
Maybe the good bits
Are so good that we must pay
A pain price elsewhere.
 
 

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Good morning

 
 
Bright sun life today.
Dark cloud news arrived by post.
Bright star died by noon.
 
 

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So slow then

 
So slow life seemed then.
But as life’s integers pass,
Each becomes smaller.
 

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Weep

 
Why’s it weak to weep?
To know the reason to laugh.
To round the circle.

 

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Now

 
Insight happens now.
Then time’s writhing fingers take
It away from me.

Writhing curling fog
Taking and hiding from me
The true world I saw.
 

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True view

 
 
The river runs fast.
Faster than your perceptions,
And you start to drown.

Rise up above it.
Now look down and see it whole.
Your start and your end.

The bit in between
Is bound by landscape
And flows as it must.

Don’t cry and don’t laugh.
Accommodate placidly.
Wait for the true view.
 
 

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Pleading trees

 
 
Leaves turn gold and die.
Trees now pleading with the sky
To bring warmth again.
 
 

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What for

 
 
So where is my dream?
Others laugh and live their lives.
I wonder what for.

 
 

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Human Resources

 
 
Human Resources
Work hard and weep wondering
What their value is.
 
 

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Mirror eyes that show me

 
 
See your watching face.
Eyes musical dance sideways,
A mirror that lies.
 
 

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Orgasm

 
 
Splayed fingers arch back
As arched back lifts under me
And mouth gasps serene.
 
 

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Nicole

 
 
Our identity
Is not what we’ve been made from.
It’s our view forward.
 
 

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Niobe

 
 
Who you are is right.
All that is knows that of you.
That you’re meant to be.
 
 

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Ponder

 
 
Sometimes slow ponder
Is needed to understand
Underlying truth.

Stop to consider
The sighing life around you.
Instead hear its song.
 
 

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Wise view

 
 
There’s no wiser view
Than that of a poor person
Who yet can laugh.

 
 

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Random comment

 
 
A moment then when
I wanted to kill myself,
But then a small light.

Some random comment
In a song that said
It’s a wonderful life.

Such things connect us
In a web of influence,
So be careful

What you say.

And when you’re lonely
Then listen and look.
We’re all around you.
 
 

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Beauty

 
 
You don’t need to cry
In a world that’s made by you.
Just see the beauty.

 
 

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true self

 
 
Seething tied constrained.
Bound by formal convention.
Seeking to break free.
 
 

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Locus

 
 
Look back and reflect.
Look forward and consider.
Now is the locus.
 
 

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Looking back

 
 
I knew you once too.
You saw me through a mirror.
I think it was you.
 
 

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Hierachy

 
 
What you see said Owl
To Mouse who sat looking up,
Is you looking down.
 
 

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Stages

 
 
Life stages pass by
As seasons move in circles.
We begin again.
 
 

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Guitar

 
 
Plangent guitar sings
And soul writhes as though tickled,
Whilst heart soars and dreams.
 
 

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Now happy

 
 
All seems to be sad.
My thoughts dwell on myths and dreams.
But now I’m happy.
 
 

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Firefly

 
 
Writing my insight
That flits by like a firefly
Ungrasped in the night.
 
 

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Watch from my box

 
 
Clock slowly ticking.
People walk past my window.
Clock slowly ticking.
 
 

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Faith

 
 
Poetry must test.
Faith gives us our wooded hills.
Reason clears a path.
 
 

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The reason

 
 
Gentle love and lust
Find their manifestation
In laughing child’s eyes.
 
 

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Skirt

 
 
She lifted her skirt.
My passion rose unasked for.
And she rose and left.
 
 

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So near

 
 
I saw you watching.
Shy smile looks the other way.
Now we’ll never know.
 
 

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Child

 
 
Fog hangs over me
And then children’s laughter shines
And I see what’s true.
 
 

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Snow bird

 
 
Snow falls quietly.
Trees and land become silent.
A bird sings its love.

 
 

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The man

 
 
The man saw with awe
The mountain high above him.
His lamp glowed brightly.

He set out running
With certain understanding
Of his direction.

Warm sun gave him strength
And his heart knew to conquer.
And the sun faded.

Head bowed to the task
Through hinting mist wet went he
And yet could not see.

The ground grew steeper
As knowing, he laboured on
In blind certainty.

More lamps glowed round him.
He sought not friends but to strive
In competition.

He was brave and strong.
His lamp was growing fainter
But he did not see.

Mist grew thick and dark
And he started to stumble.
Sure of his foothold.

And then he looked up
And saw sun where he was not
But where others were.

With lamps not needed
As his grew dim and fog
Said nothing of use.

He cried out in shame.
And the mountain stood tall still
Above him in awe

Of  his bloodied feet.
And he knew that the mountain
Was still high and strong.

And he cried the pain
Of those others holding lamps
For he saw their fate.

But he knew also
That to learn is to climb high
But the view is poor.

He faded away
And died knowing that the light
Of others grew bright.
 
 

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