The cloud-let repenting
Of the lightening.
Fell on the flower.
The bees are full of grief
Hearts turn stone.
Atonement is done
The cloud-let is no more
After the pouring.
After the rain
Garden is full of flowers
Bees happy again
After atonement
Things should be pardoned
Life should move on
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FIVE HAIKUS IN A POEM
I gave a penny to one of themWho sat at the end of the row,Hoping that the alms would bring me good timeAnd I would make my dayI got and I madeIn retaliation of my inabilityTo provide all of them the sameTogether they shouted and called my nameCharging me of being criminally divisive and warnI…
With the same flameWith the fragranceOf firmamentSweet and delicateOf the same dawnIn the transparentMoment of my journeyI feel tiredLike the morning dogA weightPressing me downFeel sleepyOver the vast spacePull and pushA tug of warAs witness the wavesBy the cat walk of the moonThe effect of the strikeOf the high tidesVisibleAt the surfaceThe causesOf the over…
so I haveto depend on the idiot boxPeople are annoyed seeingthe imbrogliobut I gluedto the tv screennot to search truthas I know there is nonebut to see who is moreeloquent in telling lies.
I venture out to feed my soulAnd perch on the boughs of wordsUp side downAnd covertly wait for a preyAn idea comesAnd I, with my pen, pounce upon himIt is a feastAnd I quickly finish a quatrainThe joy I getMore than the company of a womanOr a pack of wine.Before I cool downBefore I put…
where grows flowersof lovealong with the weedsof greed and lustlike a true ownerpluck themand throw them outlike a man of artnourish the floweras mother nourishes her child
Feel the pulseSide by sideWe walkHands on handsAnd count the starsDays after daysBath on the same lightHot breathRises the same moonSlow windBlows coldWe talk on many thingsMeaningfulBut we make our lifeMeaninglessWith out the alphabet of life.
