goldenlangur Posted March 10, 2011 Share Posted March 10, 2011 I dreadthe upcoming snow storm Pain in the back Pain in the back - honking in the petrol queue silver-haired lady Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted March 10, 2011 Share Posted March 10, 2011 I dreadthe upcoming snow storm Pain in the back Pain in the back - honking in the petrol queue silver-haired lady silver-haired lady mourns for her black-haired son Haiti earthquake Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted March 10, 2011 Share Posted March 10, 2011 Lake said: goldenlangur said: Gatekeeper said: I dread the upcoming snow storm Pain in the back Keeper Pain in the back - honking in the petrol queue silver-haired lady GoldenLangur silver-haired lady mourns for her black-haired son Haiti earthquake Lake I am loving the activity here. Sorry I had to make slight edits to the line for my words to work.... Haiti's earth quakes and its palace crumbles thirsty lost child ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted March 10, 2011 Share Posted March 10, 2011 I am loving the activity here. Sorry I had to make slight edits to the line for my words to work.... Haiti's earth quakes and its palace crumbles thirsty lost child ~~Tink No need for apologies really, Tink. Good to see this train chugging along. :D thirsty lost child eyes the ice cream stall - spring holiday Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted March 22, 2011 Share Posted March 22, 2011 goldenlangur said: Tinker said: I am loving the activity here. Sorry I had to make slight edits to the line for my words to work....Haiti's earth quakes and its palace crumbles thirsty lost child ~~Tink No need for apologies really, Tink. Good to see this train chugging along. :D thirsty lost child eyes the ice cream stall - spring holiday GoldenLangur spring holiday creek water flooded pasture stranded baby goat--------- ~~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted March 23, 2011 Share Posted March 23, 2011 (edited) spring holidaycreek water flooded pasture stranded baby goat --------- ~~~Tink Stranded baby goat bleats loudly for assistance Coyote listening Edited March 23, 2011 by Gatekeeper Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted April 8, 2011 Share Posted April 8, 2011 Stranded baby goatbleats loudly for assistance Coyote listening Coyote listening to a storm's wind through the trees The howling ~by the Gate~ Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted April 16, 2011 Share Posted April 16, 2011 Coyote listeningto a storm's wind through the trees The howling The howling of stray dogs earthquake night Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted April 22, 2011 Share Posted April 22, 2011 goldenlangur said: Gatekeeper said: Coyote listening to a storm's wind through the trees The howling The howling of stray dogs earthquake night ~~goldenlangur earthquake night pond frogs go silent in the still air ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted May 12, 2011 Share Posted May 12, 2011 earthquake nightpond frogs go silent in the still air in the still air cold settles between the bones stars remain silent Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 12, 2011 Share Posted May 12, 2011 Gatekeeper said: Tinker said: earthquake night pond frogs go silent in the still air ~~jvg in the still air cold settles between the bones stars remain silent keeper stars remain silent while the moon smiles upon lovers' rendezvous ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted May 23, 2011 Share Posted May 23, 2011 stars remain silentwhile the moon smiles upon lovers' rendevous Lovers' rendevous witnessed in the rose garden Lovely scent with thorns Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 27, 2011 Share Posted May 27, 2011 Gatekeeper said: Tinker said: stars remain silent while the moon smiles upon lovers' rendezvous ~~jvg Lovers' rendezvous witnessed in the rose garden Lovely scent with thorns Keeper Lovely scent with thorns hidden beneath lush green leaves. a cricket sings ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted May 31, 2011 Share Posted May 31, 2011 Lovely scent with thornshidden beneath lush green leaves. a cricket sings A cricket sings but stridulation wasted A pet in a cage Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted July 24, 2011 Share Posted July 24, 2011 Gatekeeper said: a cricket sings but stridulation wasted A pet in a cage Keeper a pet in a cage on the bedroom windowsill rabbits play outside ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted August 7, 2011 Share Posted August 7, 2011 a pet in a cage on the bedroom windowsill rabbits play outside rabbits play outside -- dashes of white in the last light Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted August 7, 2011 Share Posted August 7, 2011 goldenlangur said: rabbits play outside -- dashes of white in the last light ~goldenlangur GL, How nice to see you here... in the last light amongst the dimming shadows a field mouse skitters ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted August 9, 2011 Share Posted August 9, 2011 rabbits play outside -- dashes of white in the last light GL, How nice to see you here... in the last light amongst the dimming shadows a field mouse skitters A field mouse skitters leaving a rustle of leaves Screech owl turns her head Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted August 13, 2011 Author Share Posted August 13, 2011 A field mouse skittersleaving a rustle of leaves Screech owl turns her head Screech owl turns her head and bang, bang... the child is dead. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted August 20, 2011 Share Posted August 20, 2011 Aleksandra said: Quote A field mouse skitters leaving a rustle of leaves Screech owl turns her head Keeper Screech owl turns her head and bang, bang... the child is dead. Aleks Oooooh Aleks, nice to see you writing but this one is challenge... the child is dead lying on a park bench sobs tear at my heart ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted August 23, 2011 Share Posted August 23, 2011 A field mouse skittersleaving a rustle of leaves Screech owl turns her head Screech owl turns her head and bang, bang... the child is dead. Oooooh Aleks, nice to see you writing but this one is challenge... the child is dead lying on a park bench sobs tear at my heart sobs tear at my heart the end of my lover a new outlook for me couldnt resist great ones tink and aleks victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted October 9, 2011 Share Posted October 9, 2011 a new outlook for me drop of water, grain of sand I am ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted October 11, 2011 Share Posted October 11, 2011 I am a crust of frost in the last light Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted October 13, 2011 Share Posted October 13, 2011 I am a crust of frost in the last light in the last light Dragon King rises from Himalaya Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted October 14, 2011 Share Posted October 14, 2011 I am a crust of frost in the last light in the last light Dragon King rises from Himalaya ********************************************* From Himalaya the stream of water flows slow into a small pond *************************************************** another haiku From the very high peak the stream of water flows slow into a small pond Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstract Posted November 6, 2011 Share Posted November 6, 2011 ********************************************* From Himalaya the stream of water flows slow into a small pond *********************** into a small pond covered with ice two frogs live waiting for springtime Sorry about the formatting on the quote, first time... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 9, 2011 Share Posted November 9, 2011 On 11/5/2011 at 5:13 PM, abstract said: From Himalaya the stream of water flows slow into a small pond *********************** into a small pond covered with ice two frogs live waiting for springtime Ah, a new voice heard, welcome to the journey Abstract. waiting for springtime before fall turns to winter gold in pumpkin patch Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstract Posted November 10, 2011 Share Posted November 10, 2011 Ah, a new voice heard, welcome to the journey Abstract. waiting for springtime before fall turns to winter gold in pumpkins patch Thank you Tinker, i'm glad to be here. gold in pumpkins patch treasures for us to savour delicious squash soup Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted November 12, 2011 Share Posted November 12, 2011 Ah, a new voice heard, welcome to the journey Abstract. waiting for springtime before fall turns to winter gold in pumpkins patch Thank you Tinker, i'm glad to be here. gold in pumpkins patch treasures for us to savour delicious squash soup Ah, a new voice heard, welcome to the journey Abstract. waiting for springtime before fall turns to winter gold in pumpkins patch Thank you Tinker, i'm glad to be here. gold in pumpkins patch treasures for us to savour delicious squash soup Ah, a new voice heard, welcome to the journey Abstract. waiting for springtime before fall turns to winter gold in pumpkins patch Thank you Tinker, i'm glad to be here. gold in pumpkins patch treasures for us to savour delicious squash soup A warm and inviting recipe here, Abstract. Most welcome at this time of the year. delicious squash soup -- wisps rise in my bowl towards the waxing moon Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 13, 2011 Share Posted November 13, 2011 And a favorite returns, good to see you GL. . . the waxing moon hangs low in the autumn night sleepy hoot owl blinks Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted November 17, 2011 Share Posted November 17, 2011 And a favorite returns, good to see you GL. . . the waxing moon hangs low in the autumn night sleepy hoot owl blinks Good to see you around, Tink. sleepy hoot owl blinks -- in the moonlight an empty field Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 19, 2011 Share Posted November 19, 2011 an empty field next to a rickety barn my compass points north| ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstract Posted November 21, 2011 Share Posted November 21, 2011 And a favorite returns, good to see you GL. . . the waxing moon hangs low in the autumn night sleepy hoot owl blinks Good to see you around, Tink. sleepy hoot owl blinks -- in the moonlight an empty field an empty field next to a rickety barn my compass points north ~~Tink my compass points north towards the source of winter winds the cardinals sing Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted November 23, 2011 Share Posted November 23, 2011 my compass points north towards the source of winter winds the cardinals sing the cardinals sing across the frozen pond -- first light Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 first light sparkles on dancing waves seaweed on the sand ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstract Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 my compass points north towards the source of winter winds the cardinals sing the cardinals sing across the frozen pond -- first light first light sparkles on dancing waves seaweed on the sand seaweed on the sand washed up by the morning tides the years of my life Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted December 2, 2011 Share Posted December 2, 2011 the years of my life prink my poetry an open book ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted January 11, 2012 Share Posted January 11, 2012 the years of my life prink my poetry an open book an open book in the hammock - late summer noon Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted March 18, 2012 Author Share Posted March 18, 2012 an open book in the hammock - late summer noon late summer noon in the South - winter here :) Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted March 20, 2012 Share Posted March 20, 2012 -winter here before the bedroom mirror- a frosted stillness Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted March 20, 2012 Author Share Posted March 20, 2012 -winter here before the bedroom mirror- a frosted stillness a frosted stillness but summer - bitter taste of the sugar Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted March 22, 2012 Share Posted March 22, 2012 - bitter taste of the sugar dissolves in coffee and chat- this cafe so crowded Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted March 22, 2012 Share Posted March 22, 2012 On 3/22/2012 at 3:55 AM, badger11 said: - bitter taste of the sugar dissolves in coffee and chat- this cafe so crowded this cafe so crowded I take my latte to go... the street is empty Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted March 24, 2012 Share Posted March 24, 2012 the street is empty of birds and other wild things- only the cars growl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted March 24, 2012 Share Posted March 24, 2012 On 3/24/2012 at 2:56 AM, badger11 said: the street is empty of birds and other wild things- only the cars growl only the cars growl down the straight dessert highway snake suns silently Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted March 25, 2012 Share Posted March 25, 2012 only the cars growldown the straight dessert highway snake suns silently snake suns silently- cooling breeze rippling her skin, will she awake him? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted April 1, 2012 Share Posted April 1, 2012 will she wake him with the rising of the sun? the moon casts shadows ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted April 9, 2012 Share Posted April 9, 2012 Did anyone see the other day's "Conjunction Haiku" (poem beneath image)? Take a look. But okay, is it appropriate to jump on the train here with a picture and poem by other? No! So here we go: will she wake him with the rising of the sun? the moon casts shadows the moon casts shadows sadder than April showers spring tulips erupt There's lots of terrific work taking place in Member Poetry. I hope to catch up there this week. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted April 20, 2012 Share Posted April 20, 2012 Hi guys. In the summer's evening heat, a woman bends back towards the rising full moon. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted April 20, 2012 Share Posted April 20, 2012 Quote the moon casts shadows sadder than April showersspring tulips erupt TonyV Nice to see Tony and Joel jumping on board. Quote In the summer's evening heat, a woman bends backtowards the rising full moon JoelJosol spring tulips erupttowards the rising full moon tonight sleep can wait ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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