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Post by zin on Sept 23, 2015 18:09:32 GMT -5
call to esteemed just: methinks you can drop the 'through' to make it seven Yet I count seven Pray tell where have I gone wrong, So I might fix it? no please I can't tell no please I can't tell it here can't count anymore!
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Post by silver on Sept 23, 2015 18:13:05 GMT -5
stop talkin' haiku can't you see it's only me which is only you
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Post by justlikeyou on Sept 23, 2015 19:02:18 GMT -5
Cool air, crickets sing Silence contains evening sounds Distant cars hurry.
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Post by laughter on Sept 24, 2015 1:48:00 GMT -5
Yet I count seven Pray tell where have I gone wrong, So I might fix it? no please I can't tell no please I can't tell it here can't count anymore! funny is a smile on the count it hiccups big! oh well, try again!
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Post by laughter on Sept 24, 2015 1:50:39 GMT -5
still sitting still now curious as ever with a different tool
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Post by zin on Sept 24, 2015 5:34:21 GMT -5
no please I can't tell no please I can't tell it here can't count anymore! funny is a smile on the count it hiccups big! oh well, try again! : )
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Post by justlikeyou on Sept 24, 2015 7:45:36 GMT -5
Morning rise is here! Crow squawking to another Apple tree bears fruit.
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Post by justlikeyou on Sept 24, 2015 10:14:31 GMT -5
A Bread Truck ahead Jeep buffets in the slip stream New poem arising.
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Post by laughter on Sept 24, 2015 13:09:34 GMT -5
funny is a smile on the count it hiccups big! oh well, try again! : )muttley snickers now frustrated peeps are funny he kant help hisself
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Post by justlikeyou on Sept 24, 2015 17:28:34 GMT -5
Fragrant pine scent wafts Sun warmed sweetness kisses nose Wonderous surprise
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Post by justlikeyou on Sept 24, 2015 18:20:13 GMT -5
Look up! Surprise see! A world on high made of tree, Blue sky embraces.
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Post by laughter on Sept 24, 2015 21:17:59 GMT -5
Plane flys in the blue Dives to the ground roaring through Rises and repeats morality air high price, life conditioned seats the fairs are nowheres
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Post by laughter on Sept 24, 2015 23:02:52 GMT -5
contempt for the mind here is found a contagion the cure is silence
suppression of mind is not really true silence it's the rest of fools
violence does serve a fleeting satisfaction an endless hunger
erase the words now feed the frustrated sadness the masquarade smile
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Post by justlikeyou on Sept 25, 2015 8:16:54 GMT -5
Plane flys in the blue Dives to the ground roaring through Rises and repeats morality air high price, life conditioned seats the fairs are nowheres I had never heard of the 5-7-5 poem before the other day when you posted in it. What a joy is this vehicle to write about everyday happenings. I see poems everywhere now!! Mine above was about the local guy who flys his plane acrobatically from time to time, to my delight, and to the neighbors chagrin, (can be loud), in full view of my porch, as he did the other day, which inspired an immediate poem. My favorite part is when he climbs to a stall and the engines go silent for a few moments before roaring to life again in a dive. I'm like a kid and find it all quite thrilling. What about yours? What is it's meaning?
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Post by silver on Sept 25, 2015 11:12:11 GMT -5
Morning rise is here! Crow squawking to another Apple tree bears fruit. Morning rise is here a crow squawks to another apple tree bears fruit I do luv to edit - doesn't matter hooz - sets the tone - whatev, heheh. ~<3
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