pleasant summer day: city-dwellers look up, and watch clouds drift.
Above the City [Haiku]
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Monsoon Autumn [Haiku]
autumn afternoon: swollen clouds cut the light, it looks like sundown.
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Hulk Limerick
There was an Anger Management counselor who, truth be told, was kind of an amateur. His schedule planner didn't know the name "Banner." So, for his new place, he hired a nerd.
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In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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Taoist Limerick
Once upon a time, there was a wise, old Taoist priest
who got the least from the most & the most from the least.
If he offered a snack,
you'd be bursting your slacks,
but expect empty plates when he'd call for a feast.
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost [w/ Audio]
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
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Typhoon Trap [Rubāʿiyāt Stanza Variation]
Trapped on the island by typhoon. It's evening dark, though at high noon. The waves are wild and still rising. So, ferries won't be running soon. The few streets there are lie silent, but - seaside - the winds whip violent. We hide inside a bungalow, and hope it's fixed firmer than my tent. One 's always where it's most remote when they cancel all ferryboats: where there're too many thoughts to think, and few distractive antidotes.
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Distant Divergence [Haiku]
under dark clouds; yon hills at once bombarded with light- & rainbands.
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The Color Burden [Haiku]
branches hang strong
against the dense clusters
of yellow trumpets.
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Tree Taiji [Haiku]
“turn left to go right”:
branches sweep around in arcs,
is the tree moving?
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