a troop of langurs: five monkeys doing five things as one family.
The Langur Family [Haiku]
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Desert Delirium [Lyric Poem]
The waves are crashing on the shore, and I am crawling up the beach. The pounding surf sounds like a roar as I am fleeing water's reach. Don't let it take me, I beseech! Don't give the beast a second chance. It had a turn, but now 's in breach. It's met the bounds of its expanse. And I hear no drums of ghost dance to summon it up onto land. I twist my head to take a glance, and all I see is endless sand.
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I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman [w/ Audio]
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her and none else, The day what belongs to the day -- at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
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Bovine Brothers? [Senryū]
bovine brothers? or twins? or maybe I'm just seeing double?
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Preacher Limerick
There once was an evangelical preacher who made each sermon a double-feature: first, the evils that tempt; then, why he was exempt: "One must know math's pitfalls to be a math teacher..."
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London by William Blake [w/ Audio]
I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
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Rhythm Counter [Haiku]
autumn grasses sway to a different rhythm than in summer's youth.
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Butterfly Dogfight [Haiku]
butterflies in spastic jinky orbit: play or bloom combat?
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Summer Grasses by Matsuo Bashō [w/ Audio]
in Summer grass, resides the remnants of warrior dreams.
Japanese: 夏草や兵共がゆめの跡; natsugusa ya // tsuwamonodomo ga // yume no ato
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Growing in Stone [Haiku]
from old stone ruins
grow hardy weeds, raising
flowery heads skyward.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 