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I dread

the upcoming snow storm

Pain in the back

 

 

Pain in the back -

honking in the petrol queue

silver-haired lady

goldenlangur

 

 

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

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deep scars hide the rest forgiveness waters the shade forget-me-nots thrive

Forget-me-nots thrive where the forgetful forget to forget me not.

to forget me not a drop of lavender oil to pillow your day

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I dread

the 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

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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

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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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

 

 

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

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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

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spring holiday

creek water flooded pasture

stranded baby goat

--------- ~~~Tink

 

Stranded baby goat

bleats loudly for assistance

Coyote listening

Edited by Gatekeeper

from the black desert

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Stranded baby goat

bleats loudly for assistance

Coyote listening

 

 

Coyote listening

to a storm's wind through the trees

The howling

 

 

~by the Gate~

from the black desert

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goldenlangur
Coyote listening

to a storm's wind through the trees

The howling

 

The howling

of stray dogs

earthquake night

goldenlangur

 

 

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

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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

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Gatekeeper
earthquake night

pond frogs go silent

in the still air

 

 

in the still air

cold settles between the bones

stars remain silent

from the black desert

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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

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Gatekeeper
stars remain silent

while the moon smiles upon

lovers' rendevous

 

 

Lovers' rendevous

witnessed in the rose garden

Lovely scent with thorns

from the black desert

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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

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Lovely scent with thorns

hidden beneath lush green leaves.

a cricket sings

 

 

A cricket sings

but stridulation wasted

A pet in a cage

from the black desert

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goldenlangur
a pet in a cage

on the bedroom windowsill

rabbits play outside

 

rabbits play outside --

dashes of white

in the last light

goldenlangur

 

 

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

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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

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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

from the black desert

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A field mouse skitters

leaving a rustle of leaves

Screech owl turns her head

 

Screech owl turns her head

and bang, bang...

the child is dead.

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

History of Macedonia

 

 

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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

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A field mouse skitters

leaving 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

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

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

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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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...

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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

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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

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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. :smile:

 

delicious squash soup --

wisps rise in my bowl towards

the waxing moon

goldenlangur

 

 

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

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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. :smile:

 

sleepy hoot owl blinks --

in the moonlight

an empty field

goldenlangur

 

 

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

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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. :smile:

 

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

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my compass points north

towards the source of winter winds

the cardinals sing

 

 

the cardinals sing

across the frozen pond --

first light

goldenlangur

 

 

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

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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

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the years of my life

prink my poetry

an open book

 

an open book

in the hammock -

late summer noon

goldenlangur

 

 

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

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-winter here

before the bedroom mirror-

a frosted stillness

 

a frosted stillness

but summer

- bitter taste of the sugar

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

History of Macedonia

 

 

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only the cars growl

down the straight dessert highway

snake suns silently

 

snake suns silently-

cooling breeze rippling her skin,

will she awake him?

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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

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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Hi guys.

 

In the summer's evening heat,

a woman bends back

towards the rising full moon.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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the moon casts shadows
sadder than April showers
spring tulips erupt
                        
TonyV

Nice to see Tony and Joel jumping on board.

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In the summer's evening heat,
a woman bends back
towards the rising full moon
                   JoelJosol

spring tulips erupt
towards the rising full moon
tonight sleep can wait
                         ~~jvg

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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