Lullaby

He, who is free
The wind sings him lullabies
Dirt roads - his highway

Whisper

Softest whispers
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


A dream too strong to resist


The golden hued clouds race
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


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


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

Centuries come and go

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
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