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  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    tchaliz wrote:
    feast of friends
    wee wee hours
    confusion

    confusion permeates
    cognizant thougts
    deteriate without pleasure
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    olderman wrote:
    confusion permeates
    cognizant thougts
    deteriate without pleasure

    hehe... can't let this one go without correction.. too much Bombay, eh?

    confusion permeates
    cognizant thoughts
    deteriorates without pleasure..

    D'OH
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    olderman wrote:
    hehe... can't let this one go without correction.. too much Bombay, eh?

    confusion permeates
    cognizant thoughts
    deteriorates without pleasure..

    D'OH
    police lights
    in window shops
    looking both ways twice
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    tchaliz wrote:
    Bibliobella wrote:
    police lights
    in window shops
    looking both ways twice[/quote

    music shop window
    guitar telling me
    take me home

    - this one is for BB King-

    thrills and chills
    not yet gone
    no, not yet
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    tchaliz wrote:
    chilled buds
    warmed by drizzle
    wake up

    white cliffs of ice
    melt and drip
    as springtime sings
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • burtschips
    burtschips Posts: 734
    olderman wrote:
    white cliffs of ice
    melt and drip
    as springtime sings

    spattered drops hit
    glass dripped plates
    stems bend
    Salut baloo
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    burtschips wrote:
    spattered drops hit
    glass dripped plates
    stems bend
    scattered cherry blossom petals
    so thin
    raindrops
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Mad old man cry-laughs
    a mouthful of rain, wet rose
    petals for his crown
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    stars roll on the earth
    dead cold coal calamities
    season of omens
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    stars roll on the earth
    dead cold coal calamities
    season of omens
    Have you read the book "How Green was My Valley?" This reminds me of the slag that took over the village.

    sliding coal
    through an open door
    through an empty house
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    tchaliz wrote:
    open window
    spring in my room
    no walls, no room

    in the small room
    with no shades
    shines the blues
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    olderman wrote:
    in the small room
    with no shades
    shines the blues
    shines the night
    of cherry blossoms
    lamppost
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    cherry blossoms
    blown near the vietnam vets memorial
    fallen
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    cherry blossom viewing
    moved by the crowd
    in waves
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    buds hang from the tree by vines
    like a harp
    the wind plays
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Aeolian harp
    moaning window shimmerings
    harmonies of woes
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Aeolian harp
    moaning window shimmerings
    harmonies of woes
    ae·o·li·an Relating to, caused by, or carried by the wind. I hope that word's on the GRE.

    aeolian garden
    cherry blossoms
    crossing the street
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    tchaliz wrote:
    sad and mellow
    he moans and smiles,
    don't explain
    always of woman of blues
    sings for company
    Big Mama Thorton
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    tchaliz wrote:
    double trouble
    double trouble
    double trouble
    twin blues
    in the left ear and
    in the right
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    Bibliobella wrote:
    twin blues
    in the left ear and
    in the right

    raven hair,
    twin blue eyes,
    fall in love again...
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green

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