He, who is free
The wind sings him lullabies
Dirt roads - his highway
I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
Whisper
Softest whispers
Against beating summer wings
Stronger and stronger
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For Haiku Heights
Against beating summer wings
Stronger and stronger
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For Haiku Heights
Sherry's Summer Evening
The blues and violets of Sherry's sky
are tinted with the magic of pain
love and sacrifice
are tinted with the magic of pain
love and sacrifice
A dream too strong to resist
The golden hued clouds race
far beyond the horizon
to kiss the sundrenched waves
far beyond the horizon
to kiss the sundrenched waves
Whales come a calling in the mist
Are there rainbows, Sherry
in your spiritual land, where your heart
returns again and again
in your spiritual land, where your heart
returns again and again
I can see you home in the midst
Of laughing 'refugees from the 60s'
dancing seas and shimmering skies
sunsets that call upon your dreams
dancing seas and shimmering skies
sunsets that call upon your dreams
In life, you have touched your ultimate wish
How many of us can say this?
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For my friend, Sherry Blue Sky
Burden upon young shoulders
Each with its economic crisis
That's what they call it
But how can we face our family
And say we do not have anymore
Left to eat
Nor place to live?
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Written for the magpietales
I am just feeling melancholy today. Didn't mean to drag anyone down...
Friendship
Green grass tall
Heightened sense of joy
You and me - Oh, boy!
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Friendship, formed in spring
Holds true to last til winter
Tried and tested
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A dime a dozen
Fair weathered acquaintances
Childhood friends - priceless
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Written for Haiku Heights
To market, to market
After the morning paper
I went to market today
Nothing wrong with the weather
Everything's swell I'd say
Yet, with unseen weight on my back
I bought three sacks of rice
Instead of one ten kg sack
Carefully checked the price
Four huge bottles of cooking oil
To last me three months at least
Butter in aluminiam foil
And cheese, flour and yeast
Cans and cans of sardines
Piled high in my pantry
Not to forget baked beans
And tonnes of dried chillies
For the paper's business pages
All carried the story
Cried out the obvious
God help our economy...
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Written for the Thursday Think Tank
Copyright 2011 @ ninotaziz
I went to market today
Nothing wrong with the weather
Everything's swell I'd say
Yet, with unseen weight on my back
I bought three sacks of rice
Instead of one ten kg sack
Carefully checked the price
Four huge bottles of cooking oil
To last me three months at least
Butter in aluminiam foil
And cheese, flour and yeast
Cans and cans of sardines
Piled high in my pantry
Not to forget baked beans
And tonnes of dried chillies
For the paper's business pages
All carried the story
Cried out the obvious
God help our economy...
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Written for the Thursday Think Tank
Copyright 2011 @ ninotaziz
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