So You Feel You Do Not Like To Work
something stopped when you said it
could be the clock of my life
or the chimes of some bells
in my fingers
when you said your lines, that you do not like to work
because the haiku
and the tanka are all there like children
waiting to play with you
they want to be written
by nobody but you, just you, like some animated kites
wanting to fly from the strings of your hands
now having air and tails
i feel the same, i see this river bed drying and i am like a dam
filled with water wanting to burst and flood
the earth
with poems
i am this cracking lips and inside is my tongue wet
so wet with this fluid
wanting to spit what i have inside me
but i am not that true
to this calling
the dam is fortified
and my flood did not happen
and my tongue likes to sleep
tired and so afraid
swallowing everything
and so
nothing revolutionary really happens
time can wait,
i need sleep, i need to eat, and i need a little rest and
silence tonight again
with the uncomplaining stars
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bells
Bells are ringing! Away! In wilds
Blaring aloud enchanting tales
Again trailing under deafening gales
Bells are ringing! Within! In mind
Peeling out plucky feelings to spurt
As well thundering every confession to blurt
Bells are ringing! Always! In life!
Scaring every step you tread! You dare!
Sparing once in a sin you perpetrate
Bells! Bells! Bells! Every where
Caressing the undulated inner lines
Polishing the dormant senses
Loud or mellowed
Harsh or sonorous
Have a heart! Find a taste!
For the chimes that define
Every plane and élan
Sathya…..
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Wind Chimes
Hangin' down from my window
Those are my wind chimes
Wind chimes
Wind chimes
In the late afternoon you're
Hung up on wind chimes
Wind chimes
Wind chimes
Though it's hard i try
Not to look at my wind chimes
Wind chimes
Wind chimes
Now and then a tear rolls on my cheek
On a warm breeze the little bells
Tinklin' wind chimes
Wind chimes
Wind chimes
Close your eyes and lean back
Listen to wind chimes
Wind chimes
Wind chimes
It's so peaceful
Close to a lullabye
The wind chimes tinglin'
Tinglin'
Tinglin'
Tinglin'
The wind chimes tinglin'
Tinglin'
Tinglin'
Tinglin'
Da do do da do do da do do da do do
Whisperin' winds send my wind chimes a tinklin'
Whisperin' winds send my wind chimes a tinklin'
Whisperin' winds send my wind chimes a tinklin'
Whisperin' winds send my wind chimes a tinklin'
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ordinary Time
Counting
numbering days and nights
calculating the length
and breadth of
our alloted
breaths
we live
by the numbers.
It starts in a split second
of passion
in the darkness
plunging headlong
to a date certain
when savage lights assault
our tender eyes
and we see
how it will be
in this clock-
work world.
Time orders All.
Class bells
church bells
the grandfather clock
in the hallway
heavily chimes
as our lives sway
in the diurnal dance,
we wake and sleep
laugh and weep
and it is all very ordinary
until it is not;
then the chain breaks
and heavy weights
crush our vision's
persistence
and at last we subside
into inordinate
existence.
poem by Steven Federle
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A Hiking To Top!
Haiku or Tanka
Which do you think poetry
Hiking ideas top fast?
poem by Ramesh T A
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Clock and Bells
When I was young, the clock was barely alive.
It seemed that the good times would never arrive.
As I grew older the needles had something to prove.
Their pace increased; they livened their move.
But still they seemed to just plow along,
Though church bells did render a louder gong.
Who knows if a new life is foretold by these chimes?
I just hope they herald the advent of new times.
In concert clock and bell have something to say…
Their message, “Leave the world a bit better each day.”
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Time Grows Shorter
When I was young, the clock was barely alive
It seemed that the good times would never arrive.
As I grew older the needles had something to prove.
Their pace increased as they livened their move.
But still they seemed only to plow along,
Though church bells did render a much louder gong.
If a new life is foretold by such chimes,
I just hope they herald the advent of good times.
In concert clock and bell voice vulnerable dismays;
Their message, “Time grows shorter to find happy days.”
poem by Gregory Huyette
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New Admiring Fan
read all your writ poems
previously site posted
all your haiku tanka posted
separately will be poems
enjoyed by reader poets
sweet scenic verse poems
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Haiku
I must fess up
to my ignorance
but I thought
Haiku
was some type
of flake
when I was accused
of submitting
short poems
that didn't measure up
to the mathematical equation
of the Haiku
she must have overlooked
my poems
had more lines
than Flinders Street Station.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Bells Sweet Sound
Bells are pulled for lovers,
Bells sweet sound,
Bells resounding tone is for lovers.
Each stinging ring vibrates a message for the couple brought together,
They are holding hands,
Kissing
Gazing into each other’s eyes
Embracing
Knowing they will have a lyrical future together.
As each note chimes the meaning is pronounced,
I love you, our flesh will be one, our desires satiated,
Will there be children in the future?
Prosperity,
Monogyny,
Sobriety,
The bells ring an ambrosial life,
As the notes sound now each has great resonation a beautiful future.
poem by Mark Glaser
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School Daze
butterfly jumper
thai yellow shoes
rhythm and rhyme
gave us the clues
words with a reason
passionate hues
snapshots of feeling
images in blue
it takes real talent
possessed by so few
to write something cool
in a couplet or two
or a japanese tanka
french cinquain or haiku
poem by Frances Macaulay Forde
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Haiku no fake who
Go to mountain shout Haiku
Echo back, more Haiku's
haiku by Ken e Hall
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This Is No Haiku
This is no haiku one can expect.
Expressed in one line Japanese verse.
Or separated into lines,
To give an English speaking mind...
Time to find profound definition.
To sit to meditate upon and reflect.
Seventeen sound units,
Divided into three parts...
Five units to start.
Seven in the middle.
And five to end.
With given specific syllables,
To have the reader read again.
Without comprehending,
The meaning a haiku intends.
This is no haiku one can expect.
Expressed in one line Japanese verse.
Or separated into lines,
To give an English speaking mind...
Time to find profound definition.
To sit to meditate upon and reflect.
Although not haiku,
Two shoes tied to one foot...
Does not make the other,
Less aware of obstacles.
Two shoes ties to a pair of feet,
Makes it easier to walk alone
On an adventured path.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poetic Style and Form
Forty words:
Monday is Haiku day
Tuesday is Nonet
Wednesday I write Rictameter
Thursday Triolet
Friday is my Tanka day
But Saturday's the best
Because I write a Sonnet
A literary quest...
Then I face Sunday's challenge:
'Forty Words' the final test.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Haiku, stay with me..
Haiku, I feel so lonely..
Haiku, you and me.
haiku by Spiritual Seeker
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Tear Tram Lines
This town has lost its sparkle,
The stars have lost their shine,
This town’s too full of echoes,
And my face too full of lines.
The shore has lost its tide,
The waves have lost their rhyme,
This town’s too full of tears,
And my smile too full of lines.
The clock has stopped it’s ticking
My feet dance out of time,
This town’s too full of yesterdays,
And my frown too full of lines
The cinema’s showing it’s last reel,
The pubs have all called time,
This towns too full of actors
And my script too full of unread lines….
Black Crows
Darkness and light, wrong and right
thoughts bleed and dissolve, dreams evolve
paper and smoke, churn and stroke
prayers drip like sweat, slavery and debt
White trash fires, unholy liars
truth falls off the edge, desire walks the ledge
political drugs, who picks the judge
hammers of fear, moments lost to years
Graves open and close, nuclear rose
black shadows turn, pages crumple and burn
lightning or gunfire, stakes higher and higher
death clock chimes, wind thru the pines...
black crows on the lines... black crows on the lines...
Mothers crying and cold, babies bought and sold
welfare Cadillacs, anxiety attacks
trailor tub meth, lonesome last breath
kneeling by the bed, prayers for the dead
Runaways lost, who pays the cost
nursing home ghosts, headstones and posts
pictures turning yellow, goodbyes and hellos
people folded and spent, no messengers sent...
Graves open and close, nuclear rose
black shadows turn, pages crumple and burn
lightning or gunfire, stakes higher and higher
death clock chimes, wind thru the pines...
black crows on the lines... black crows on the lines...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Chimes are the Wind
Chime’s are the Wind
“Chimes are the wind”, when it goes from Dawn to Twilight.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the sun goes down and the moon goes up.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the Ocean’s tidal waves splash the deep blue and the aqua
water and the tidal pools disappear.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the puffy white clouds cover the golden yellow sun.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the rain floods the river.
“Chimes are the wind”, when there’s a million possibilities.
“Chimes are the wind”, when there are no more possibilities to harm the world
when there’s such a peaceful place in the universe that there is so-many
possibilities there are endless possibilities.
By: Bella Martinez
poem by Bella Martinez
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The Bells - A Collaboration
The bells! — ah, the bells!
The little silver bells!
How fairy-like a melody there floats
From their throats. —
From their merry little throats —
From the silver, tinkling throats
Of the bells, bells, bells —
Of the bells!
The bells! — ah, the bells!
The heavy iron bells!
How horrible a monody there floats
From their throats —
From their deep-toned throats —
From their melancholy throats!
How I shudder at the notes
Of the bells, bells, bells —
Of the bells!
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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a haiku said once,
where do you get your haiku?
from a haiku tree
haiku by Chris Bowen
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Wrapping Up The Proterozoic
EON PROTEROZOIC (sijo)
Empires Of Nobility, Prokaryotic Rulers.
Oxygenated Transitory Eukaryotic Relics.
Obliterated Zooids Of Icy Cryogenation.
PALEO-PROTEROZOIC (haiku)
One billion years.
Apart from catastrophe,
not a lot happened.
MESO-PROTEROZOIC (tanka)
Life-forms discovered
Sexual Reproduction.
The Earth moved below.
Colliding tectonic plates
created Rodinia.
NEO-PROTEROZOIC
Nebulous
Ed iacaran
Organisms.
Proto-animal
Rarities.
Otherworldly
Terrestrial
E nigmas.
Random
Outcast
Zoolites
O f
Inimitable
Creation.
poem by Diane Hine
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