i looked for god up
in sky but found god waiting
down on bathroom floor
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haiku
Category Archives: Gods
doggone
i found god ! i found
god ! i found god ! ‘doggone !’ god
said , ‘ i wasn’t lost ! ‘
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utterance
god opens inside
reality startles me
close my eyes for prayers
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hers/his master’s voice
oh, my dog, why have you forsaken me?
faithful pal, where are you now?
not a woof or whimper around here now
though i see my face in your silky pupil still
the warmth of your heart warms my feet at night
the confident stride that matched mine missing still
no other paw prints but mine drawn in the sand
still
i’m here waiting, oh my dog, your water bowl is filled
oh, doggone-it
you’re gone, non?
i search for answers
so
scooby doo, where are you?
lassie, please come home
snoopy, i hear you say~ you only die once but live every day
muttly, you snigger so dastardly, is the joke on me?
toto knows though, there’s no place like home
….. the light bulb moment…
i cock my ears and hear
listen for the subliminal whistle
calling her/him calling me
oh my dog, i got it wrong?
or backwards?
god only knows…
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not a haiku
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NaPoWriMo day 17:-
’s a prompt developed by the comic artist Lynda Barry, and it asks you to think about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about, and then use them as a springboard into wherever they take you.
so the moon looks small
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there’s no comparison
my ex had one the size of a hard haribo sweet
tinysweet and beat
with regularity
proclaiming basic humanity without musicality
normality — or so I thought
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you can get used to smallness
or meanness
you can get perplexed by it
and yet
when we met
i couldn’t see the trees for it
obscured by my habitual vision
i
thought they were all small
but like the moon it was just a question of perspective
and proximity
we
got close
closer still, my love
my love had one the size of a planet
a heart — so huge as to eclipse all others
no one could see it
so huge was it
it blocked out the perfect though magnificent
it had craters and lakes
on a landscape formed by energy synergy
unheard of
unimagined
no one could see the size of it
except
kaleidoscopically
retrospectively
it couldn’t be trusted
to last
light years of liquid and dust
filled it
even from this distance i felt it
beat
unorderlily complexilily godliliy
silly really
as finalily
it super-love-
nova-ed
from his chest
in a burst
that hurt my eyes
killing him
while creating stars
for my eyes
my entire universe
expires
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not a haiku
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a love poem as well
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NaPoWriMo day 11:-
write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine. Whatever giant thing you choose, I hope this chance to versify in praise of the huge gets your poetic engines humming.
balled up
grief : is everything
heaven & earth tossed off a
tissue on the floor
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?
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soft gaze
i recognize god
in your eyes that mirror mine
divine presence held
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losing my religions
gods gone moldy time
to turn blanket beliefs scraped
away dross ~ shame less
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damned calm
small gentle breeze kept
me asleep then storm of
‘god’ woke my life up
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how cool is this!
NaPoWriMo day 4
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up to my feet
higher than ever
ever was
my knees awash with blush
blue as the sun
come to kiss
incessantly
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unpredictable dangle, my hips
swung undone, clicking in places, ungripped
angles untongued, unhorizoned, unzipped
come to pass
over
and over
caress
where i was
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heels over head
like a wheel
bums up, pants down
what a feeling!
i’m not burning. i promise
i’m adonis!
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warming my jets
upended by toes
detached from all that ever
ever was
i’m not falling. i promise
i’m gaia! i’m higher
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i’m fearless, trawling stars
a mess, a tangle of hair, a thicket of air
sketching nothing nothing that
ever was
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i’m not flying. i’m goddess
i promise. look !
no hands! no stands!
imagine this!
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nb
Adonis : God of beauty, fertility , permanent renewal. Greek mythology.
Gaia: Personification of the Earth. Greek mythology.
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In honor of the always-becoming nature of poetry, I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces. Will you pick the empty mall food court? The vending machine near the back entrance to the high school gym? The swimming pool at what seems to be M.C. Escher’s alpine retreat? No matter what neglected or eerie space you choose, I hope its oddness tugs at the place in your mind and heart where poems are made.
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