a night we ran down
the steep dark path into pool
of midnight moonlight
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haiku
a night we ran down
the steep dark path into pool
of midnight moonlight
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haiku
sound speeding past us
decked in stoned-lightheadedness
burst-out happiness
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haiku
the woman whispers
the woman
mustn’t have
to die
in this one
lie
.
haiku
liberté !
maternité !
spiritualité !
unité !
amour amour amour amoré !
vérité !
femininité !
humanité !
beauté !
joie joie joie joyeux été !
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pas un haiku
falling in love is
poisonous to women with
potential, that’s all!
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haiku
everyone gets to
go crazy in a marriage
but you must take turns!
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haiku
lying down
looking up
slowly stars
are racing
to embrace my face
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haiku
swallow as you
go, torn as you
are from cartography of
celestine desert
atlas of cloud
ordained shadow
formed before your
time. stumble past
luminous dials that died
eons ago
knowing you are
encrypted up on
bricked up sun.
tarnished as you are
weary as you are
navigate the milky
blemished gurgle.
hurtle forth, go!
follow no one
least of all
god
lost, lost… no known
end in sight
only dust.
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not a haiku
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NaPoWriMo day 23
Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms. Once you’ve read a few, you’ll see what I mean. Here’s her “Token Loss,” “Blue China Doorknob,” “Houdini,” and “Crustacean Island.”
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i couldn’t care less
about corona or other viruses
or politicians or other tyrants
or other murderous or even sadder rants
and gloomy-dooms and wars bore me
so
don’t sit by me
and try to inform me
of the importance of keeping abreast of current events
and if you wish to discuss incessantly
any thing on the evening news
you lose
i couldn’t give a toss
tell me
are you at a loss at this unpopular opinion?
trust me
though i shan’t convince you
i have practiced dominion over nothing
but my own thoughts
my mind finds thankful kindness
and seeks only kindred souls to hold
i’m mine to behold
this is my default
my attention cannot be bought
your experience matters not one jot
you go for it
but i chose differently
where my focus goes
my energy flows
so don’t try to infect me
with negativity
i’m not on the fence
i live someplace else
care to visit?
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not a haiku
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https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-8/
NaPoWriMo day 15 prompt
This one may seem counter-intuitive, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in. This isn’t quite the same, I think, as something you’re indifferent to. For example, I have absolutely no interest in investment strategy. Anytime anyone tries to tell me about it, I want to put my fingers in my ears and go “lalalalalala.” My brain tries to shut down! This is honestly kind of funny, and I think this prompt has value precisely because it invites you to investigate some of the “why” behind resolutely not giving two hoots about something.
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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.