There was an old painter from Jaipur who painted ceilings, floors, walls, and doors. 'Til his boss raised a stink, and said, "Paint it all pink!" "I've not enough pink cans for that chore."
Jaipur Limerick
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Claw Harvesters [Common Meter]
The crab, it had one tiny claw; it couldn't be its first. What kind of species harvests limbs? Oh, they must be the worst.
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Sympathetic Flow [Common Meter]
The stone man flows; the snake creeps down - arm becoming viper. It's slow, but silently it flows, stealthy as a sniper. And though he's stone, I feel him go via sympathetic flow. Mirror neurons fire in my brain, taking me high to low... or so it feels.
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Chennai Limerick
"How big 's the beach?" asked a tourist in Chennai "the beach is half-a-klick," came the reply. "No, he's got it wrong; it's six K. M. long, but it is almost half a klick wide!"
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Walking [Common Meter]
The columns of the forest lift the vaulted canopy. I walk down below on the trail that parts understory. Each step through the loam brings me home to barefoot days of yore. When I thought nothing of placing skin to the forest floor -- while letting the woods become me as I grew into it; I would yield my identity. To nature, I'd submit. And in a walk, I did become everything and nothing, falling into a peace at once humbling and stunning.
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Bishkek Limerick
A baker from the city of Bishkek made breads that were so fully bedecked - the patterns so fancy - I felt so unclassy, devouring every last crumb and fleck.
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Persistence of Youth [Senryu]
Border [Prose Poem]
Three shambling silhouettes stagger through the fog toward the river / border. Will they see before being seen? That is the question. If not, they may hear shots as their bodies are already crumpling, pierced by bullets that out-speed the rifle crack.
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Almaty Limerick
A visitor to scenic Almaty was dismayed to find no apple trees. He couldn't be blamed; it's right in the name, but he's stuck with a store picking spree.
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Teaching Tree [Haiku]
robe-wrapped tree, standing like an old monk teaching stillness
