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For The Love Of Haiku
For the love of haiku 17 - A prompt; the image below…plus a pirate, loose with his tongue after a couple of teas…a tease this week from a buccaneer, coffee in hand and play in mind.. behind each mermaid is a
For The Love Of Haiku
For the love of haiku 17 - A prompt; the image below…plus a pirate, loose with his tongue after a couple of teas…a tease this week from a buccaneer, coffee in hand and play in mind.. behind each mermaid is a
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku ~ Spearflowers
tall spearflowers you make the colour red sexual alas I am not a bumblebee! Join Carpe Diem Daily Haiku here
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku ~ Spearflowers
tall spearflowers you make the colour red sexual alas I am not a bumblebee! Join Carpe Diem Daily Haiku here
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku – Mandarin Ducks
The symbol of a loving couple in Japan are mandarin ducks. In China also, a loving, happy couple are said to be mandarin ducks in water. But Buson shows a dark side of love in this haiku of his: a
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku – Mandarin Ducks
The symbol of a loving couple in Japan are mandarin ducks. In China also, a loving, happy couple are said to be mandarin ducks in water. But Buson shows a dark side of love in this haiku of his: a
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku } Cold Crow
cold crow laughs at the rain seeks a cross made to perch on dreams of eyes to pluck ಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆ ‘crow’ you bird from hell the food chain would not notice if I got
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku } Cold Crow
cold crow laughs at the rain seeks a cross made to perch on dreams of eyes to pluck ಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆಶೀತ ಕಾಗೆ ‘crow’ you bird from hell the food chain would not notice if I got
Carpe Diem ~ Winter Grasses
winter grasses food for hungry horses on these ghengis khan came Carpe Diem haiku here
Carpe Diem ~ Winter Grasses
winter grasses food for hungry horses on these ghengis khan came Carpe Diem haiku here
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku ~ Winter Camellias
camellias in the snow as I walk by who is the wanderer? “””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””” Thought behind the haiku: the Camellia flower originally comes from the coastal area in South West Japan, and initially spread to the Himalayas. The tea plant is
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku ~ Winter Camellias
camellias in the snow as I walk by who is the wanderer? “””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””” Thought behind the haiku: the Camellia flower originally comes from the coastal area in South West Japan, and initially spread to the Himalayas. The tea plant is
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku ~ Winter Rain
winter rain snowman grows a new ice hat I don’t try it on ………………………………………………………………………………………… Carpe Diem for you – click here
Carpe Diem Daily Haiku ~ Winter Rain
winter rain snowman grows a new ice hat I don’t try it on ………………………………………………………………………………………… Carpe Diem for you – click here
An Endless Migration In Us…The Fourth Qasida
Taha Muhammad Ali (1931-2011) wrote most of the poems for his first book in 1982 and 1983, when the Israel Defense Forces were invading Lebanon, leading to the massacres at Sabra and Shatila. But it was in 1948, in Muhammad
An Endless Migration In Us…The Fourth Qasida
Taha Muhammad Ali (1931-2011) wrote most of the poems for his first book in 1982 and 1983, when the Israel Defense Forces were invading Lebanon, leading to the massacres at Sabra and Shatila. But it was in 1948, in Muhammad
A Sip, not a Kiss
I had two pictures, long left over in my image file, and decided I would use them to pull, tug and lever my emotions and instincts out… Sip, at your leisure but do not succumb, and touch the sugar. Do
A Sip, not a Kiss
I had two pictures, long left over in my image file, and decided I would use them to pull, tug and lever my emotions and instincts out… Sip, at your leisure but do not succumb, and touch the sugar. Do
Let It Rain
The soft rain reminds me of a home again somewhere to watch drops roll on a window pane where skies are grey and waves caress sand; in background refrain “` I walk the forest bathed in the shine of light
Let It Rain
The soft rain reminds me of a home again somewhere to watch drops roll on a window pane where skies are grey and waves caress sand; in background refrain “` I walk the forest bathed in the shine of light
Where Is She Now?
Where is she now? The girl whose picture I found? Posing just after the last snow Fresh, in her Yakutian meadow ~*~ What were her dreams, back then? Among the flowers that only bloom in Spring? When she posed so
Where Is She Now?
Where is she now? The girl whose picture I found? Posing just after the last snow Fresh, in her Yakutian meadow ~*~ What were her dreams, back then? Among the flowers that only bloom in Spring? When she posed so
Haiku 05:26 am
autumn wind has no aromas blunt sword rests against wall マナグアガン
~The Wise Barman, The Innocent Dame & Me ~
Of course we all write from our personal experience, though one does like to touch the scene of the memory here and there, to get just right. My memory of an encounter with a woman in Bahrain, after having worked
~The Wise Barman, The Innocent Dame & Me ~
Of course we all write from our personal experience, though one does like to touch the scene of the memory here and there, to get just right. My memory of an encounter with a woman in Bahrain, after having worked
Aurora Borealis Haiku x 2
In the northern skies the mysterious aurora borealis have started – the northern lights, here in Finland, in my native Scotland and in Latvia. Ideal for 2 Haiku… lights of northern skies science can explain it all -but witches
Aurora Borealis Haiku x 2
In the northern skies the mysterious aurora borealis have started – the northern lights, here in Finland, in my native Scotland and in Latvia. Ideal for 2 Haiku… lights of northern skies science can explain it all -but witches
If I was a Dictator
If I was a dictator My smiling unblemished picture Would be on all your walls But I’d jail all lovers Who didn’t kiss My posterior. I’d be my own worst outlaw And bend my own rules All my banks would
If I was a Dictator
If I was a dictator My smiling unblemished picture Would be on all your walls But I’d jail all lovers Who didn’t kiss My posterior. I’d be my own worst outlaw And bend my own rules All my banks would
Haiku 16.10.12
echoes of summer splashes still loosen leaves from trees father frost bides his time
Haiku 16.10.12
echoes of summer splashes still loosen leaves from trees father frost bides his time
Beauty
Beauty is an airplane in the rain eyes that bewitch A flower that makes you smile A memory The curves in the sand dunes That remind me of you when you bathe And your coffee on my lips, when you
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