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Post by anirbas on Apr 11, 2007 9:28:16 GMT -6
April sunshine warms
bones like a reality check
opens a blind mind
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Post by Sam on Apr 11, 2007 15:17:01 GMT -6
Cold chilling wind blows
clearing my blinded vision.
I do not know you.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 12, 2007 22:28:36 GMT -6
*thanks for sharing a haiku, Sam! think you teased another from me, inspired
by your lines...this winter in April weather mess is giving us "southern belles" thought chills...LOL...but, yes? let me see what I've got in my head to follow yours...*
Lost in a blizzard
continually smacking trees
with my head and knees
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Post by anirbas on Apr 15, 2007 21:29:50 GMT -6
saw the change coming
slipping horizontally
into my new day
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Post by anirbas on May 5, 2007 23:16:54 GMT -6
cottonwoods explode
profusional tomorrows
into today's air
breezebound, fuzzed seedlings
freefloating everywhere
some, lodged in my hair
the tree doesn't care
if it's invaded my do
with it's future dreams
of faint roots grown strong
furrowing the loamy ground
with what is to be
cottonwoods explode
profusional tomorrows
into today's air
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Post by anirbas on Jun 22, 2007 10:52:44 GMT -6
12/30/2006 9:32 PM 1 out of 16
jaunty cardinal
assualt of red against grey
brightens the landscape
~*~
breeze freed sussurrus
of arboreal voices
winter chilled whispers
~*~
eyes of the sky cry
dribble tears down window panes
and into storm drains
anirbas
12/30/2006 9:36 PM 2 out of 16
Wildflowers
vibrant purple red
nectar filled wine-cup for bees
sweet poppy mallow
~*~
erect dayflower
first to be kissed by the sun
as it greets the dawn
~*~
in the wake of March
up springs the simple blossoms
of the white clover
~*~
tread softly this one
she'a a mala mujer of a plant
known as bull nettle
~*~
the Texas thistle
flowers of pink to purple
pretty but prickly
grows tall as five feet
get caught in a stand of it
you'll whine and whistle
~*~
dealing with people
oft leaves one feeling as though
handling clammyweed...
leaving the spirit
sticky with the residue
of having brushed them...
anirbas
12/30/2006 9:38 PM 3 out of 16
Wicked White Bloom
White prickly poppy
Flourishes in stands of pain
If you wander there
No surprise it thrives
Profligating the ditches
And acres of fields
A Borgia clan
Type of a wild grown flower
Pretty and wicked
~*~
white rose
winter moon blossoms
blooms over the horizon
a single white rose
anirbas
12/30/2006 9:40 PM 4 out of 16
evening whispers
ting-ting-a-ling-ling
chimes on the front porch ring-sing
dancing with the wind
evening whispers
as does my mind, lost in thought
scuddling to and fro
betwixt and between
before, during and after
our romantic song
ting-ting-a-ling-ling
chimes on the front porch ring-sing
dancing with the wind
~*~
radio rambles
inane love songs in my ear
i wish you were near
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Post by anirbas on Jun 22, 2007 10:53:37 GMT -6
12/30/2006 9:41 PM 5 out of 16
simple brown squirrel
a fluidic swirl of fur
round the girth of trees
foraging for nuts
particularily fond
of the brown pecan
~*~
liquid silver dawn
not a single beam of sun
signals rain to come
~*~
adapt to this life
none are safe from strife and trials
be reborn in life
your own messiah
bless yourself and blessed be
adapt to this life
anirbas
12/30/2006 9:46 PM 6 out of 16
quickening
half moon rises slow
stars scatter and shoot the skies
summer dies, fall sighes
sweetly whispering
shivers up my bent, tired spine
quickening my blood
anirbas
12/30/2006 9:48 PM 7 out of 16
resting on nothing...
there is white numbness
to be found in peace of mind
a blissful void
in knowing one's best
is done, passing or failing
class is now over
time to close the book
put away the frenzied pen
give it all a rest
bliss in acceptance
surrendering to what is
and to what will be
i look at the path
the road gazes at me, too
i in confusion...
it, obliquely stares...
not surrendering it's tales
of futures to come
so i learn to breathe,
into the unknowingness
of knowing nothing...
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Post by anirbas on Jun 22, 2007 10:54:28 GMT -6
we dare to...
moons and seasons pass
days turn to nights that don't last
still, here we are--us...
you and i, standing--
side by side, hand in the glove
companionable...
comfort and solace,
passion and fire we share
because we dare to...
~*~
enter the dark lair
exit in a fit of love
flying like a dove
~*~
morning opens bright
upon a glittery path
of night dropped bright frost
~*~
a haiku a day
keeps writing doldrums at bay
flicks the brain switch on...
allows me to poem
when my brain is otherwise
in hibernation...
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Post by anirbas on Jun 22, 2007 10:58:10 GMT -6
Let me go in peace
On me you haven't a lease
Let me go in peace
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Post by anirbas on Aug 7, 2007 7:30:18 GMT -6
thought me a poet...
just a dreamer still, I see...
hiding in a tree...
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Post by asheera on Sept 4, 2007 20:54:33 GMT -6
sunsets golden soft
graying blue the evening sky
greening trees glowing
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Post by anirbas on Sept 5, 2007 5:33:00 GMT -6
...Asheera...soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo grrrrrrrreat to see you here... it just is.............................................thanks for sharing a haiku in this thread, lady!!!! you honor this thread with your addition...got more?  we also have a gallery for displaying painted and photographic artwork...hint...hint...hint...fill 'er up for us!!!!! can't resist saying, hail and welcome to the alternate universe of Poetryseasons...David and I hope you make yourself at home!!! Nir (((((((((Ash))))))))) |
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Post by asheera on Sept 21, 2007 23:44:43 GMT -6
thanking.................... warm!!!! welcoming  huginggggggggggggggggggg kissesssssssssssss both cheeks nir!!!! rarely poeming and no painting or computer arting but always: ((((((((((nir))))))))))) |
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Post by asheera on Sept 21, 2007 23:59:43 GMT -6
if wording could say
would bowing words sung songbreath
airborn not birthing
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Post by anirbas on Sept 22, 2007 4:43:38 GMT -6
thanking.................... warm!!!! welcoming huginggggggggggggggggggg kissesssssssssssss both cheeks nir!!!! rarely poeming and no painting or computer arting but always: ((((((((((nir))))))))))) ggglggglgood to see you again, Asheera! I'm saddened to hear you haven't been painting or computer arting...but, thrilled to know you're at least occasionally poeming and honored you share the rare one here... Thank you, sweet one!!!!! Good to know you remember me... I hope here you're inspired to write more of those divine poems that I did and do so love, of yours... And I hope, the reason you're not painting or writing much is because your crazy busy living a busyfilled life and that some great guy is madly in love with you and takes up all your extra time... ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Asheera)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) No kidding, an honor to have you here...Nir. |
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Post by anirbas on May 10, 2008 17:55:54 GMT -6
Washed from the darkness
of the nurturing wombtime
Into the lightness-
The reality
of this cold, forbidding world;
sterile, without love-
Unconditional, no strings
attached generally means-
Oh, yes there is so...
No strings that become
rattlesome chains of burdens-
Of what never was...
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Post by anirbas on May 28, 2008 22:02:42 GMT -6
pink lotus blossom,
peltated leaves like lettuce,
hangs upon my wall.
intrinsic beauty,
everlasting in color,
printed on paper
reminds me nature
is right outside my window,
reminds me of you...
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Post by sasa on Jun 10, 2008 21:17:21 GMT -6
sky peeks dusk dimming
darkening room aglow the screen
tapping clicking keys
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Post by anirbas on Jun 10, 2008 22:48:18 GMT -6
I love this, Sasa! Thank you for honoring this thread with an offering of your own!
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Post by sasa on Jun 11, 2008 0:27:57 GMT -6
thank you!
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Post by anirbas on Jun 11, 2008 1:17:27 GMT -6
;D
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Post by brothersoulja on Sept 14, 2008 10:37:51 GMT -6
a paradise of my own (HAIKU)
MY LIFE IS A PARADISE
MADE OF NOT A SINGLE ROSE
BUT OF FRUITFUL TREES
MANY ARE RIPE FRUITS
OF GOOD AND NOT OF EVIL
THEY ARE FRUITS OF LIFE
MY WORLD IS A PARADISE
A EDEN OF FRUITFUL TREES
OF KNOWLEDGE AND GOOD
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Post by anirbas on Sept 14, 2008 19:35:31 GMT -6
Brother!!!! How very good to see you've popped in!
You honor this thread of mine with a prosaic offering
of your own! Thank you!!!!!! Sabrina.
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Post by glenn on Apr 23, 2012 13:10:02 GMT -6
silent desert wind
slowly tumbles tumbleweed
over rippled sand
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Post by anirbas on Apr 28, 2012 18:30:17 GMT -6
*I like this, Glenn! exalt!*
luminescent moon
ascends the heavens slowly
wind breezes through trees
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Post by glenn on Apr 29, 2012 13:26:47 GMT -6
arnica blossoms
on the high clay hills of home
my feet plod the dust
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Post by anirbas on Apr 30, 2012 18:35:33 GMT -6
*Nice!*
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Post by anirbas on Apr 30, 2012 18:39:19 GMT -6
~pond
mirror of heaven
placid only breeze ruffled
reflecting sky blue
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Post by glenn on May 2, 2012 14:34:02 GMT -6
birds sing high in air
rainbow arches over sky
pilgrim journeys on
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Post by anirbas on May 5, 2012 18:24:34 GMT -6
Majestic Luna
lights nature's evergreen stage
a whipporwill sings
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