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[M]

A rusting, back-roads
filling station made that trip
their last vacation.

[Guy]

Anna, almost. 2nd line appears to be an iamb too long. But perfection is something best left to the gods and the rest to we mere mortals. :-)

[Guy]

M, yes, a difficult combo. Once I am not on a stupid smart phone I might give it a go.

[Ryan]

He cut his locks while
smoking pot; his new hair-do
more a hair-do-not.

[Anna]

Drat I will eventually get there practice makes perfect right?

[Ryan]

@ 8659 -

Even sniffer dogs,
in days to come, shied away
from the petrol drum.

[Anna]

Four legs short stout drool


Bark wine, he is now hunting,

A basset hound run

Now did I get it right this time?

[M]

Yes! Perfect.

[Anna]

Finally I knew I would get it eventually

[M]

Horror precluded
discussion, for with the drum
came the percussion.

[Connie]

Amazed and dismayed
at complexity of life,
embracing stillness

[Nadia]

While I remain still
the world runs in busy streams.
I'm waiting to join

[Guy]

To be truly still
is to be dead. Yet a corpse
moves back to the earth.
This is the subtle stillness
Of the unchanging movement.

[Sorry about that! Too much Lao-Tzu, I guess.]

[M]

Death alone had calmed
his nerves; but, oh, how he missed
cocktails and hors d’oeuvres!

[Guy]

:-D

[Ryan]

hahaha ;)

[Paula Tohline]

I've wanted so to win--
Have all who dismiss my work
hear and love my voice

to know some heart sings
my words that will be recalled
echoed back to me.

(Sorry, it has been a discoutaging day. . .)

[Guy]

[Hello Paula! Sorry to hear you are feeling discouraged. Well, the Haiku is a great place to revitalize the heart, as there is much of it here and no discouragement! :-) Now to my yoga and meditation practice for the night. LOL!]

[M]

Many the beauties
who have lurked, all conspiring
to tarnish my name!

Countless, the duties
I have shirked just to avoid
the horrors of fame.

[Anna]

I love haiku's there so much fun to write

[Guy]

Anna wrote: "I love haiku's there so much fun to write"

LOL! I see we here in the WSS 'Haiku' thread have contaminated your understanding of the seriousness of this difficult and important art. ;-)

[Julie]

From Julie:
Duty calls, "What's for
Tea?" "Why ask me, that don't rate
As repartee, see!!"

[Ryan]

'Wherefore art thou, M?'
came the cries. If fame cannot
tempt, maybe toned thighs?

[M]

Her beckoning arms,
her waiting thighs, left Norvell
neither rich nor wise.

[Guy]

With her cat-like grace
And purr-like sighs, poor Norvell
he groans, moans, then dies.

[M]

She knew, when Norvell
made gasping sounds, he had fired
the last of his rounds.

[M]

Sipping scotch, he tried
to decipher his desire
for Michelle Pfeiffer.

[M]

In the oaks’ first buds
were her ways, and in leaf falls
that strewed the mowed grounds.

She had left herself
in noonday’s drink-spilled shadows,
and in the night’s sounds.

[Ryan]

Twilight is trickling
between gnarled fingers of oak.
We should rake the leaves.

[M]

(Beautiful, Ryan!)

[M]

Soon the leaves we raked
were burned, their smoke vignetting
a blue afternoon

she wore a plaid scarf
in her chestnut hair and gazed
at the spectral moon.

[Ryan]

(Thanks, M. Lovely continuation.)

[Ryan]

In dancing leaf smoke,
by spectral moon, she glimpses
bright eyes, closed too soon.

Adoring moon lays
soft caress on drying tears;
over chestnut tress.

[Nadia]

Silver glow surrounds
My love's angelic facade
A copper cascade

Enraptures my thoughts
I can't think, can't breathe without
My love near by me.

[Ryan]

That's very beautiful, Nadia :)

[Nadia]

Thanks. It seems that I can only be a poet late at night.

[Guy]

Her tresses cascade,
Gracefully engulf her wings,
Consumed the young monk.

[Ryan]

Within the tumble
of dark locks on pale skin, he
lost his religion

[Guy]

[Lol!]

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shutting his eyes, he
sighed; what he thought was dead had
been given a life.

a forgotten dream,
a stolen breath, he stabbed Truth
with a pocket knife.

[[deleted user]]

Ryan wrote: "'Wherefore art thou, M?'
came the cries. If fame cannot
tempt, maybe toned thighs?"

Tsk, tsk, tsk! Lol!

[Artsy]

Leslie wrote: "shutting his eyes, he
sighed; what he thought was dead had
been given a life.

a forgotten dream,
a stolen breath, he stabbed Truth
with a pocket knife."

an angry stabbing,
hidden by the dark of night,
silenced by shadows.

[M]

(Following Guy’s 8695)


She showed him her wares,
heard a thunk, then saw the form
of the fainted monk.

Stella, a bishop’s
shapely daughter, liked her scotch
with holy water.

[Julie]

From Julie:

Shadows disappeared,
Tragic heroes and drama
Queen, eternal rest.

[Nadia]

Who's to decide right?
What is right is not always,
Right is wrong sometimes

[M]

Milt stayed up drinking
half the night, torn between facts
and what was deemed right.

[Lee]

All her thinking brought tears
"So what if i'm wrong?
No one really cares"

[M]

Though she wrung her hands
and cried, just what should be done
she couldn’t decide.

[Lee]

'You stupid fool'
she chastised herself
'stop moping around and stressing your head?'

[Julie]

From Julie:

Her head decided
to get a good night's sleep, so
She checked all her sheep.