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Post by zin on Mar 25, 2017 6:41:22 GMT -5
Oven cycling hot, cabbage baked in 'matoe sauce- blessed silence reigning Added: Yesterday's haiku is tonights left-overs. All natural, home made stuffed cabbage. It's still March - never too late for cooked cabbage dishes. (besides, missed the thread) I missed it, too! But I've never written a good haiku (or any kind of poem).
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Post by laughter on Mar 27, 2017 1:50:50 GMT -5
poemless wonder, yes! words tumble at the entrance blocking the cadence
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Post by silver on Mar 28, 2017 17:08:28 GMT -5
poemless wonder, yes! words tumble at the entrance blocking the cadence what cadence?
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Post by laughter on Mar 28, 2017 17:25:15 GMT -5
poemless wonder, yes! words tumble at the entrance blocking the cadence what cadence? tomatoes fly high in a blink of bunnies eye and she misses why
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2017 4:05:49 GMT -5
I can't master love That which can't be mastered Is where the master lives.
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Post by laughter on May 29, 2017 4:51:41 GMT -5
love she will find you whereever it is you are this is where she is
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Post by laughter on Jun 2, 2017 6:10:53 GMT -5
wind, cool, in the sun branches wave, leaves flutter fast early summer speaks
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Post by laughter on Jun 13, 2017 20:20:37 GMT -5
the June dusk lingers color spread across the sky like lazy lightning
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Post by laughter on Jun 21, 2017 12:19:10 GMT -5
the solstice sings out can you hear her melody? a slow fade to black
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Post by laughter on Sept 18, 2017 6:25:08 GMT -5
had to go fishing for a pair of piercing eyes lost in an old friend
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Post by laughter on Oct 18, 2017 22:23:55 GMT -5
fall breeze, cool and bright even in the evening by light of a lamp
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Post by laughter on Nov 2, 2017 10:32:13 GMT -5
valley top he listens carefully to nothing whispering circles rain, pavement, floppy red leaves what did they ask for?
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Post by laughter on Nov 19, 2017 20:12:00 GMT -5
tocks tic poignantly one moment dies to the next never the same twice
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Post by justlikeyou on Nov 20, 2017 14:00:44 GMT -5
on very thin ice i try not to break through it— the crusted puddle
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Post by laughter on Jan 25, 2018 11:25:27 GMT -5
a kaw draws the eye spoon, bowl, metal on metal the bandits disperse
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