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May 2008 Haiku
I have no brilliant witty ideas today so I thought I'ld jsut share some of the haiku I've written this month with you.
Legal Disclaimer
All these Haiku are Copyright to J. Vaux 2008
... and fit into a 5 75 pattern...
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Poetry of William Blake
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.
My mother...
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Hush is a breath on whispered skin,
the kiss of shape and scent....
hush is not quite silent,
yet silent enough.
The sound can move in waves,
even if it doesnt shush,
They meander back and forth,
the rustle of humans living,
this is...
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Chasin pavements..
He laughs and he laughs
Yet when things arent funny we have nothing to say.
Is it natural to not
To not want to complicate things?
Or is it just the easy way out?
I am sick and tired..
Laughing is overrated...
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Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 14
XIV.
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to...
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Dont speak a lie to me,
even if its true,
mine ears have heard too many,
and gone dead and dull.
I need to hear the words spoken,
but my ears cant hear them now,
a whisper assures
that all listen,
yet what does it take to hear?
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Autumns sun leaves early
Blanketing the afternoon
While the bird songs slow
As if through snow
The magpie afar
And the last butterfly
Of the season.
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A silly little girl
In a silly little world
where everythings peachy keen
No, It's all just a dream
I was told they loved me.
I cry, I cry
I was told they care
I lie, I lie
I was todl they needed me
I die, I die
I...
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predictably prancing princes promulgating ,
particularly pernicious poppycock,
presume, posting pontifications promote,
popular public pronouncements!
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Pondering pugs pointedly place,
posteriors pon perches,
plummeting poohs perpendicularly!
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Ok, so it's a bit scatological!!
However, it did just happen, which prompted my alliterative poetic response...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER
The Canterbury Tales and Other Poems
THE FRIAR'S TALE
THE PROLOGUE <1>
This worthy limitour, this noble Frere,
He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance
Upon the...
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Is it the gusting winds
ruffling hair and parting around my steed,
with sussurous promises
reminding past melodies
and smelling of salt, greens and craven need?
Is it the winding roads
stretching sinuously and lying in wait,
for my steed...
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Nature is savage.
It is its nature.
All things bound by nature
(the wheel)
must be who they are.
The parts are written,
and we ad lib.
A gift of stars,
turns thoughts upward,
I hear my sister's song.
And in my heart the longing,
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Poetry of Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass
Our Old Feuillage
Always our old feuillage!
Always Florida's green peninsula--always the priceless delta of
Louisiana--always the cotton-fields of Alabama and Texas,
Always...
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One of my high school friends has been having a phobia, a justified one, of coming home. She, her sisters, and her mom on a daily basis have to at least endure one physical attack from the man of the house for very pettyridiculous reasons.
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Poetry of T. S. Eliot
Aunt Helen
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
Now when she died there was silence in heaven
And silence...
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Juanita is home;
again and forever,
her solid form crushed,
to granules incarcerated,
in awful polly foam.
Tentatively,
I picked her up,
heavy stolid solid,
then movement within,
the fake casket,
blazoned by,
plastic bright silver,
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The End
by Jim Morrison
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of ev'rything that stands
The end
No safety or surprise
The end
I'll never look into your eyes again
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Guy
Why have you moved on
So quickly?
Last time you were
In so much pain
Were the tears
Even real?
Girl-
A girl cannot live in tears
Seeing all the world
With rose coloured glasses
I went out
Into the world
To rediscover
My...
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