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message 4051: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments Thank you!


message 4052: by [deleted user] (new)

Effortless and excellent continuation, M! Hmp! :P


message 4053: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Great job to each of you, there is some very nice writing here. Daniel - you are on fire, mate!


message 4054: by [deleted user] (new)

I was reading the comments posted a few weeks ago, when I came across M's #5116 and started laughing because of this. I'm in the office, alone. Tsk tsk!

“Flora isn’t in
the sauna,” they said. “That’s where
you’ll find the fauna.”


**

She creeps out of his
head, nails dig into his skin
leaves a trail of red.

*Please feel free to follow M's lol


message 4055: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments tears for Syria

little hands so still
ashen faces, faded dreams
- wilted leaves falling


message 4056: by [deleted user] (new)

Ryan, your writing is beautiful.

So many dead/injured children and babies :(


message 4057: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Thank you, Leslie. It is horrible. I woke up, poured a cup of tea, opened my news browser and started crying. Our world can be such a dark place...


message 4058: by [deleted user] (new)

Yes, it can be and it is heartbreaking that children are the ones who suffer the most from these evil acts.


message 4059: by M (last edited Aug 23, 2013 06:38AM) (new)

M | 11617 comments This is a reply to #5602:


Hers were the dark fruits
a spring rain had sown--where an
old staircase had led

to long hair she had
thrown back from her eyes. “You’ll not
forget me,” she said.

Her words, echoing
down the stair rails, awoke him.
He blinked, numb with dread.

The places she’d gouged
him with her nails grew livid,
infected, and bled.


message 4060: by Jim (new)

Jim Agustin (jim_pascual_agustin) | 625 comments hmmm... this is a reply to 5603

blue before dawn's breath
stillness past sleep, past waking
man plays god again


message 4061: by Daniel (new)

Daniel Rosler (ronnydazzler) | 92 comments Ryan, thank you so much, man. In the few days I've been a part of this group, several strangers have made my day. I like it here.

As for Syria...what a tragedy.


message 4062: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments When playing God, man
really shines. It’s a role
that’s not exacting,

a part that hasn’t
many lines and requires no
talent for acting.


message 4063: by Daniel (new)

Daniel Rosler (ronnydazzler) | 92 comments M. that's too good.


message 4064: by Jim (new)

Jim Agustin (jim_pascual_agustin) | 625 comments Eve says she's no bone
Adam says he never yawned
God, the silent tree


message 4065: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments Thank you, Daniel. Wow, Jim! That one will be a challenge to follow.


message 4066: by M (last edited Aug 23, 2013 08:32AM) (new)

M | 11617 comments What he recalled of
hourglassed Eve were vine-like
stories she would weave,

her eyes, her fingers,
her buttery tone, the long
twilights they wandered.


message 4067: by Jim (new)

Jim Agustin (jim_pascual_agustin) | 625 comments twilight used to be
a nice word for me until
no, let's not go there


message 4068: by Lilian (new)

Lilian Moore (thethirdsense) | 366 comments Dusk fell over the sea
The beach was overcrowded by day
The quiet was so loud


message 4069: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments These are nice, Jim and Lilian!


message 4070: by Lilian (new)

Lilian Moore (thethirdsense) | 366 comments Thanks M!


message 4071: by M (last edited Aug 23, 2013 12:08PM) (new)

M | 11617 comments Where a lifeguard stand,
rusting, casts long shadows, gulls
laugh late-summer’s lines.


message 4072: by Jim (new)

Jim Agustin (jim_pascual_agustin) | 625 comments tail wags furiously
gull feathers trail his bounding
"master will like me"


message 4073: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments You're welcome, Daniel. Your haiku have been fantastic.
Such a string of great writing, M. Your last one tops it off, though - summer's lines...wow, your images are superb!
Wonderful, Jim! Your reply is beautiful and Twilight made me smile, I couldn't agree more.
Lovely writing, Lilian. A beautiful and haunting scene.


message 4074: by [deleted user] (new)

very nice, funny and haunting M, Lilian and Jim :) Good morning!

darkness engulfs the
light, beast prepares his offer-
sacrificial gull.

sorry..


message 4075: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments That's excellent, Leslie! A dark one from you?! You've turned a corner now...haha :)


message 4076: by Jenn (new)

Jenn (ace-geek) sacrificial lamb
a meal for a demon king
the time has arrived


message 4077: by [deleted user] (new)

Ryan wrote: "That's excellent, Leslie! A dark one from you?! You've turned a corner now...haha :)"

Thank you, Ryan! Lol! I wanted to write something funny but to follow Jim's, well... :)

Nice continuation, Adrian!


message 4078: by Zack (last edited Aug 23, 2013 11:00PM) (new)

Zack my baaahd

Casually late
blood pouring from the altar
Hero lights the grill


message 4079: by [deleted user] (new)

The bleating goat heeds
the call of wilderness, in
search for warmer cave.


message 4080: by Daniel (new)

Daniel Rosler (ronnydazzler) | 92 comments I like that a lot, Leslie.


message 4081: by Jenn (new)

Jenn (ace-geek) Winter snow beats down
outside the cave where he sleeps
but the fire is warm.


message 4082: by Lilian (new)

Lilian Moore (thethirdsense) | 366 comments "I don't believe you
Though you always told the truth
That was before love"


message 4083: by Guy (new)

Guy (egajd) | 11249 comments Sippping Tea


Her belief in love
Left her waiting for his truth
Sipping tea alone.


message 4084: by Zack (new)

Zack The leaves indicate
an emptiness forthcoming
-she pours another


message 4085: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments ghosts haunt my tea leaves
weeping red rooibos tears
as children labour


message 4086: by Zack (last edited Aug 25, 2013 10:11PM) (new)

Zack Small calloused fingers
shoveling shoes for transport
-Nike hits pay dirt


message 4087: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments I wiped sleep’s salt breeze
from my eyes, and a voice with
sand on her fingers.


message 4088: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments I tried not to laugh
at her Nike t-shirt's slogan,
crumpled beside us


message 4089: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Sorry, M! 5420 wasn't there when I posted. Which means we were typing at a similar time...amazing how one mind can create something of beauty at the same time another is trawling the gutter... :)


message 4090: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments My mind is always in the gutter!


message 4091: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Haha, you know I was referring to myself there.


message 4092: by [deleted user] (last edited Aug 26, 2013 03:57AM) (new)

crumpled paper on
the floor as the mind grasps for
words--a block of blank

Not too nice follow-up, I know. Good morning (evening here) M and Ryan.

P.S.
Belly, come out, come out wherever you are. I promise I won't make fun of your goat anymore, just come back :(


message 4093: by Jim (new)

Jim Agustin (jim_pascual_agustin) | 625 comments I tried to email Belly - didn't get through.


message 4094: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Me too-bounced back. His blog is gone too. Haiku-dini...


message 4095: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Good evening to you too, Leslie :)


message 4096: by [deleted user] (new)

lol at Haiku-dini :) Oh and very nice haiku everyone and M, you're alive!


message 4097: by M (last edited Aug 26, 2013 05:25AM) (new)

M | 11617 comments Belly’s GR author page is still up, but he seems to have disappeared from the Internet. With any luck, he’ll show up again just as unexpectedly!

She answered with the
warm winds’ surf, with long letters
crab tracks write on sand.


message 4098: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments written in sea shells,
her poems sing of trade winds
and spice from lost ports


message 4099: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments Thank you, Leslie, and good morning! Great images, Ryan. I especially like “spice from lost ports.”


message 4100: by Guy (new)

Guy (egajd) | 11249 comments Excellent writing, everyone.


portico poetry and wine

Her poetry of drink,
port spiced with anise and cloves,
softened her hard words.
The truth of meaninglessness
has never tasted so sweet.


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