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goldenlangur
now

the ink is empty

no mail...

 

 

no mail

no time

for words

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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for words

hungry

- enthusiasm

 

 

enthusiasm

young crows fly in and out of trees

autumn dusk

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur said:
Aleksandra said:

for words
hungry
- enthusiasm
            Aleks

enthusiasm
young crows fly in and out of trees
autumn dusk
                  goldenlangur

autumn dusk
descends on sun dried corn stalks
pumpkins on the vines
              ~~jvg

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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autumn dusk

descends on sun dried corn stalks

pumpkins on the vines

 

A wonderful image, Tink!

 

pumpkins on the vines

each night Jupiter rises

in the east

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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now this is a tough one Brendan. . . .

Sorry, Tink :icon_cool:

 

simply go Kaboom

on a bus, on a plane

terror wins

 

terror wins

only when we shrink in fear:

defy the bastards

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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goldenlangur
aloud in silence

bright in darkness

oxymoron rules

 

 

Lovely to see you around Lake :)

 

oxymoron rules

new rose buds

autumn dawn

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Nice to see everyone here.

 

autumn dawn

geese pecking in

the reaped cornfield

 

the reaped cornfield

stalks catch

the last light

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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worm said:
summayya said:
when rain clouds clammer
birds tuck under leaves--
but its fall

But its fall
how could I know
season's radiant robe

Nice worm, you catch on quickly.....

season's radiant robe
studded with snowflakes
a pine tree falls
                   ~~jvg

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Lake said:
season's radiant robe
ripped by autumn wind
a naked birch

Oops I didn't see that it had moved to another page...Lake you and I seem to be on the same wave length pines and birches, just depends on where one lives.

a naked birch
shivers in the light
frost covered fallen leaves
                     ~~jvg

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a naked birch

shivers in the light

frost covered fallen leaves

 

~~Tink

 

frost covered fallen leaves

each vein outlined

winter sun

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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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I'm happy to see you, Goldenlangur.

 

 

winter sun

summer cold and ash

full moon

 

Good to be back, Aleksandra :D

 

full moon

high on the old oak

an empty nest

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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an empty nest

of twigs and scraps of blue yarn

young robin on fence

 

young robin on fence

his breast lights up

setting sun

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur
setting sun

reddens the firmament -

burning clouds

 

 

burning clouds

hang over

white peaks

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur
white peaks

celestial beings cook

smokes curl upward

 

 

This made me :) worm. An unusual and lovely image!

 

 

smokes curl upwards

how still the valley

this morning

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur said:
worm said:
white peaks
celestial beings cook
smokes curl upward
                --  worm

This made me :) worm. An unusual and lovely image!

smokes curl upwards
how still the valley
this morning
            goldenlangur

this morning
the cry of a redtailed hawk
nesting nearby
          ~~jvg

Tink (just trying to jumpstart my muse)  ~~Tink

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this morning

the cry of a redtailed hawk

nesting nearby

Tinker

 

 

hi Tinker, I'm so happy to see you around. It is you who introduced me to this place, and I love it dearly. Thanks! Now let me catch the haiku baton from you:

nesting nearby

my cat half closes her eyes

paws ready to claw

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goldenlangur

nesting nearby

my cat half closes her eyes

paws ready to claw

 

 

paws ready to claw

by the temple steps -

low bougainvillea boughs

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur said:
worm said:

nesting nearby
my cat half closes her eyes
paws ready to claw

paws ready to claw
by the temple steps -
low bougainvillea boughs

low bougainvillea boughs
hang over ancient stone wall
small child plucks blossom

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small child plucks

blossom in the water

sailing into slumber's dream

 

sailing into slumber's dream

party at the Hades

key at the door and locked

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra said:
rumisong said:

small child plucks
blossom in the water
sailing into slumber's dream
                  rumisong

sailing into slumber's dream
party at the Hades
key at the door and locked
                       Aleks

key at the door
locked inside my soul is fear
that you won't love me
                        ~~jvg

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chocolate on whiskers

next to an empty white box

vase overturned

 

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vase overturned -

her bouquet of friendship

on the floor

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur said:
Tinker said:
chocolate on whiskers
next to an empty white box
vase overturned
             ~~jvg

vase overturned -
her bouquet of friendship
on the floor
                goldenlangur

on the floor
of the abandoned cottage
a torn Valentine
                 ~~jvg

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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Tinker said:
goldenlangur said:
Tinker said:
chocolate on whiskers
next to an empty white box
vase overturned
               ~~jvg

vase overturned -
her bouquet of friendship
on the floor
                  goldenlangur

on the floor
of the abandoned cottage
a torn Valentine
             ~~jvg

a torn Valentine
next to ant covered candy
ink splotched by tears
                     ~~jvg

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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Lake said:
Great image, Tinker.

ink splotched by tears
heart wired by spider webs
this mid February
                      Lake

this mid February
a birthday celebration
with family
               ~~jvg

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this mid February

a birthday celebration

with family

 

 

With family

long over the horizon

February chill

from the black desert

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goldenlangur
February chill

lingers into early March

frost on my mailbox

 

frost on my mailbox -

the letter from the clinic

I dread

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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frost on my mailbox -

the letter from the clinic

I dread

 

 

I dread

the upcoming snow storm

Pain in the back

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from the black desert

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