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Going Japanese

I vaguely remember being taught to write Haiku poems at school but it took a little help from the worldwide web to refresh my memory about exactly what was required in order to celebrate… 292 more words

Celebration

poem | without knowing

poem | without knowing
© blackopscharlie 041714

and
you
find
yourself

in
the
mirror
asking

why

facing
hard
eyes
past

the

years

built
in
tears… 152 more words

POETRY

No. 303

I’m sitting in a kayak,
The oar across my thighs.
I’m………………………………………………………….bobbing…………………………………………………………..up………………………………………………………….and………………………………………………………….down…………………………………………….Like………………………………………………………….a…………………………………………………….cork………………………………………………………….in……………………………………………………….a……………………………………………………….bucket…………………………………………….of………………………………………………………….piss…………………………………………………………Going………………………………………………………..nowhere……………………………………….Somewhere………………………………….beyond……………………………………………the……………………………..,………………………….horizon…………………………………………………………I…………………………………………………………..hear………………………………………………………….the………………………………………………sound…………………………………………………of……………………………………..experienced……………………………….hands…………………………………………………………slapping………………………………………………………….the…………………………………………………………tight…………………………………………………dry………………………………………………….skins………………………………………………….of…………………………………………………………bongos…………………………………………..Their……………………………………….rhythm……………………………………….excites………………………………………………………….the………………………………………………………….baby……………………………………………sharks………………………………………………………….swimming………………………………….around………………………………………………………….me………………………………………………………….Jed…………………………………………….sends………………………………………………………….his………………………………………………………….bat……………………………………………………to………………………………………………………….inform………………………………………………me…………………………………………….supper…………………………………………………………is……………………………………………………served!……………………………………….Fajitas…………………………………………………………in………………………………………………………….breadrolls……………………………………….and……………………………………………..soup…………………………………………………………Let…………………………………………………………the………………………………………………good………………………………………………………….times………………………………………………………………………………………………………time………………………………………………………….to…………………………………………………………strike……………………………………………….for………………………………………………………….home………………………………………..before…………………………………………………………high………………………………………………tide.

Writing

A Hint of Spring

The afternoon sunlight

Bursts forth from above

As the Winter gloom slowly relents

Revealing brilliant blue sky

Over fields of green

Could it be Spring of which it hints?
~ RBP ~

Photography

For a Time

For a time I was a lily
And in his fingers
My subtle scent
Aroused memories
He’d long forgot
And flew like butterflies
To a hidden spot

©Cate Derham

Poetry

From the Eyes of the Victim of Rape...

The Curse of My Tears

 ‘Twas a pleasant day for me
Life had never been so great.
I was returning home with my proud degree… 449 more words

Poetry

golf and poetry

Having attempted to write poetry I have come to the conclusion that I am like a high handicapper golfer.

Standing on the driving range hitting a bucket of balls just to get the occasional one in its sweet spot. 240 more words

Prose