tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72277599123918365312024-03-12T18:38:37.662-07:00Haiku IIIHaiku with three lines.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-9278621675885449612009-08-05T03:01:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:29:50.011-07:00Your Letter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOrFCvz2FAj_-HspySzqicqZ_9Z7AawMGo2J1hYfR7eQSSn3sRD9XymbLms-sw9xauoYg6MGbo0b2tTzH2sZFg6sQyTeXMpSf0_cbxQhMFoMkx-mC0vr0eYRfrxZou7TSDRHZgz3CuxzA/s1600/onahill.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOrFCvz2FAj_-HspySzqicqZ_9Z7AawMGo2J1hYfR7eQSSn3sRD9XymbLms-sw9xauoYg6MGbo0b2tTzH2sZFg6sQyTeXMpSf0_cbxQhMFoMkx-mC0vr0eYRfrxZou7TSDRHZgz3CuxzA/s200/onahill.gif" width="200" /></a></div>Green hill, oak tree, birds;<br />
And I sitting alone, there -<br />
Reading your letter.<br />
<br />
I read, halt and move;<br />
Wind blows, heart quiet still;<br />
Gazing; thinking deep.<br />
<br />
Letter, wind blows; sigh -<br />
Birds ceased, tree cried, tears flow, I<br />
Stood, ran and wept.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-75438574984926282242009-08-05T02:59:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:30:31.939-07:00The Secret Garden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoxFjNfeiEa1a8NBxyV4WpgrVQj4pJc-coRG7zxmfYNVDQsyMLU-gUQ90vzx5a5pqd1KaTdDm2CJ9wnw79E121huQSbly5I7wtZr1ucuSoeDfy6NMZuShbV5tvRbNP1BE1mtvI5Pzsw4/s1600/oldgarden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoxFjNfeiEa1a8NBxyV4WpgrVQj4pJc-coRG7zxmfYNVDQsyMLU-gUQ90vzx5a5pqd1KaTdDm2CJ9wnw79E121huQSbly5I7wtZr1ucuSoeDfy6NMZuShbV5tvRbNP1BE1mtvI5Pzsw4/s200/oldgarden.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>Old garden; flowers -<br />
Quiet; buzzing softly bees;<br />
Butterflies flying.<br />
<br />
Sip go away sip;<br />
Bee to bee to bloom; Kisses!<br />
My little flowers.<br />
<br />
On white dress appears;<br />
Putting red to green; walking -<br />
We go holding hands.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-7504579325300429232009-08-05T02:58:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:31:07.424-07:00Oh Holy Nerve<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUA-ZgfjLvZeDpfe44dKT3eEjH5lqHlmQ5vcOc0Crox0c-gOruky55lDAE1gocZ9w0rs2RK0cXRa7OGirZI9o06f5ogf5wXlhSnW-E3GyyXovj-ZEcQmHT8qCQrlQ_-6li3HVe2cLesQ/s1600/nerve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUA-ZgfjLvZeDpfe44dKT3eEjH5lqHlmQ5vcOc0Crox0c-gOruky55lDAE1gocZ9w0rs2RK0cXRa7OGirZI9o06f5ogf5wXlhSnW-E3GyyXovj-ZEcQmHT8qCQrlQ_-6li3HVe2cLesQ/s200/nerve.jpg" width="199" /></a></div>Imagining wild;<br />
Blood runs; Hand creeping within;<br />
Holding his nerves - there.<br />
<br />
Grins! Sudden smile;<br />
Unseen moments surround mind;<br />
Blood still 'till hard.<br />
<br />
Awesome! White comes out!<br />
Shame! They saw; covered his nerves;<br />
Hurry! He stands!Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-9627020403051401492009-08-05T02:56:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:31:30.185-07:00The Writer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtyYh_nRglJsANRdnY8IFnAcjo08y4pDoAAez2dnmT8i7KBcK0mGmluMNBvDJIuVOpAEmdJZlw4EuAyAZIsxuaGAFAG3icoJXmIEfNgYcRyXDg6B-zRPOMe9R7arHhOaIjBro0flT7HZM/s1600/unsounded.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtyYh_nRglJsANRdnY8IFnAcjo08y4pDoAAez2dnmT8i7KBcK0mGmluMNBvDJIuVOpAEmdJZlw4EuAyAZIsxuaGAFAG3icoJXmIEfNgYcRyXDg6B-zRPOMe9R7arHhOaIjBro0flT7HZM/s200/unsounded.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Tik - tak; table sound;<br />
Quiet room; hands on the chin;<br />
Paper, pencil, mind.<br />
<br />
Soft wind; windows screeched;<br />
Moonlight comes in; dark sky -<br />
As I draw your heart.<br />
<br />
Your face on the stars;<br />
Mad crazy heart - you smile;<br />
Oh imagining...Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-30038451982764040812009-08-05T02:52:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:32:14.097-07:00Father Farmer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAo1HjMzAGuWF5zDjkO33sGnbGdeVzsq6UnrHYVrpSbyjhVSk6356_aK9wCS-yGbYoOzampdyLNf175ZOvoH3G7wMZsFBYrE5uA63pj8KceaB_6tTlegmbncVeSAuDZwhQ4EQWEP_YhHo/s1600/fromhere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAo1HjMzAGuWF5zDjkO33sGnbGdeVzsq6UnrHYVrpSbyjhVSk6356_aK9wCS-yGbYoOzampdyLNf175ZOvoH3G7wMZsFBYrE5uA63pj8KceaB_6tTlegmbncVeSAuDZwhQ4EQWEP_YhHo/s200/fromhere.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Golden leaves, sun rays -<br />
Bends, reaps; blisters on the hand;<br />
Sweat, acres of land.<br />
<br />
Wind blows; whistle sound;<br />
Mountain towers; back and near;<br />
Birds sing; blue sky.<br />
<br />
Children run, play, laugh -<br />
Echoing joy from afar;<br />
Smiling from here.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-20914789192093988142009-08-04T03:19:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:32:33.709-07:00Forbidden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5teTleU7aNTWB3bAlNJH9iiJ-l4Tkqw4Dw3DNg1l5DepItxusPVhPd8Knc1qZreIPM5tRNZ7Jb4jpGNBaH2Rklg8uG_4x_ePTjFO5rA0Vk0eBdiQV5dDwC0T8TEK3_OP7uMPtdtU0Ag8/s1600/Til+Moon+Appears.php.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5teTleU7aNTWB3bAlNJH9iiJ-l4Tkqw4Dw3DNg1l5DepItxusPVhPd8Knc1qZreIPM5tRNZ7Jb4jpGNBaH2Rklg8uG_4x_ePTjFO5rA0Vk0eBdiQV5dDwC0T8TEK3_OP7uMPtdtU0Ag8/s200/Til+Moon+Appears.php.jpg" width="196" /></a></div>Red roses my heart;<br />
Glittering red eyes - are yours;<br />
Laying on the sand.<br />
<br />
Wind touches your face;<br />
Throne of power chases us;<br />
Hold each others heart.<br />
<br />
Sunset kisses sea;<br />
Water blends blood fire;<br />
This forbidden love.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-4099644831756269612009-08-04T03:17:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:32:53.339-07:00Cry of an Angel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpKC2sKt_ouKnjscLhgbpdsq13J4Skzm95WrlAyKHp9CJMidRTXEgHedRKeAPqOjjlhx0p6_yyySi2jfB8cqVHfvaA1FwyGPHzZyJX9g-4Gymjx8sdTil47asy9WcY4ORWn5vgFENBek/s1600/cryofanangel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpKC2sKt_ouKnjscLhgbpdsq13J4Skzm95WrlAyKHp9CJMidRTXEgHedRKeAPqOjjlhx0p6_yyySi2jfB8cqVHfvaA1FwyGPHzZyJX9g-4Gymjx8sdTil47asy9WcY4ORWn5vgFENBek/s200/cryofanangel.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Come the day of birth;<br />
Mother bearing in torment;<br />
Cry of an Angel.<br />
<br />
Kissing her baby -<br />
World rejoices again - tears.<br />
We were smiling.<br />
<br />
The he cries again;<br />
Mother bewildered, and then -<br />
She kissed him once more.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-42667072759424053212009-08-04T03:16:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:33:38.053-07:00Insecured Soul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3fHT0Gseoed8gfeo_PcWs_LaUQRGqqb2Jj0ZAlNuvYIwJHz7qjr9aB9riMvJ5-5MZBiNdpG8ML-alXzdyiMRyP9qnbCIkCPMIGGjSj1obhwTcefJB3tQPy3pIIGbHaKS0-0ZF1nWHXQ/s1600/insecuties.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3fHT0Gseoed8gfeo_PcWs_LaUQRGqqb2Jj0ZAlNuvYIwJHz7qjr9aB9riMvJ5-5MZBiNdpG8ML-alXzdyiMRyP9qnbCIkCPMIGGjSj1obhwTcefJB3tQPy3pIIGbHaKS0-0ZF1nWHXQ/s200/insecuties.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>His smiles deceive;<br />
Concealed in sunset of tears;<br />
In his heart - spears.<br />
<br />
Violet lilies;<br />
Covering the blue river;<br />
Of his wailing soul.<br />
<br />
Of leaf on a door;<br />
Envy on glittering world;<br />
In genuflection.<br />
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Appears when my eyes are closed;<br />
Your smiling face.<br />
<br />
Breeze playing flowers;<br />
Echoing laugh; space, time;<br />
When we were young then.<br />
<br />
Sunset never fades;<br />
Cold night; even moon stays;<br />
I'm dreaming again.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-85395134389432080442009-08-04T03:10:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:34:15.101-07:00Insomnic War<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_opW35LjJ63GwVEAE-hhbSBpjZz8ADJZgSuIGJoibr3LJcqMLbqwPogA4OQYNpVJcjmoLzxAECaWJwaXGjlckrC6hXudSQhBcBYrJ_pjgQXJuDNk3NDRez_kSI7L1y-Fuz2zGcrQjTg/s1600/insomnicwar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_opW35LjJ63GwVEAE-hhbSBpjZz8ADJZgSuIGJoibr3LJcqMLbqwPogA4OQYNpVJcjmoLzxAECaWJwaXGjlckrC6hXudSQhBcBYrJ_pjgQXJuDNk3NDRez_kSI7L1y-Fuz2zGcrQjTg/s200/insomnicwar.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Peace and love concealed;<br />
Bullets! And flowers are gone;<br />
The world is in war.<br />
<br />
"Desert Storm" whipped;<br />
Hell fire; Elysium gone -<br />
Cherry blossoms ceased.<br />
<br />
Dagger on the nape;<br />
Flashing in memory - dead;<br />
Red river - they float!Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-88547040959635291112009-08-04T03:09:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:34:35.531-07:00Red Thread<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0RrV1E2TriP8PgXfWd-Shi02cOquejLwG3ahEVA5542GiZHL_xH9uJWuPnHJ-UaL5j9Ckl_brEJh-AIo27CGRyOQj-cZ3lt8pDcnSiIK0w5LprnK1Fpl2h1msroo4GShzH6C7w2sgBI/s1600/suicide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0RrV1E2TriP8PgXfWd-Shi02cOquejLwG3ahEVA5542GiZHL_xH9uJWuPnHJ-UaL5j9Ckl_brEJh-AIo27CGRyOQj-cZ3lt8pDcnSiIK0w5LprnK1Fpl2h1msroo4GShzH6C7w2sgBI/s200/suicide.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>On the crying wall -<br />
Of tormenting silence - pitched<br />
Of blood spilling.<br />
<br />
Of frozen mind - closed;<br />
Cascading tears - of vengeance;<br />
Against the world force.<br />
<br />
World rotating fast;<br />
Of cursing tormenting wind;<br />
Apollo lights gone.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-2144198043677987432009-08-04T03:06:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:35:06.537-07:00Sergeant Ant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8e_yRr4k3Bo3LaROIu8VGqy6RlVJzj2s0-1vv5wOsDW5HhFEMY5I0jVeU-JF09P5sNok2XJ1HiHZDDQ2oZ6tEb-slZydOwnS2AdSvYiGWGbhG16ssDbX5tcM7hSFgsfPA9Gc3JjM6b3k/s1600/ants26mushroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8e_yRr4k3Bo3LaROIu8VGqy6RlVJzj2s0-1vv5wOsDW5HhFEMY5I0jVeU-JF09P5sNok2XJ1HiHZDDQ2oZ6tEb-slZydOwnS2AdSvYiGWGbhG16ssDbX5tcM7hSFgsfPA9Gc3JjM6b3k/s200/ants26mushroom.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Brown hill, little ants;<br />
Moving in line, loaded - cease;<br />
Kissing; when they meet.<br />
<br />
Strive for the queen;<br />
Soldiers guarding in - working;<br />
For winter season.<br />
<br />
Hide! Raindrops falling;<br />
Enough for the next summer;<br />
Prepared and willing.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-87747627587031790382009-08-04T03:04:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:35:44.830-07:00Puppet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKf3vLb6bzSR-9IvqsbnJwH2OcqHS35rIxYejkqX8QRISPUnhKANh_sk6YDUvjDKqIU4ZGX0ssJV_2J0z25umVTcgm6l_KgJPmaQ-U0PFbW2a9ye-kOHxK24tpI3mjXuJ9TPM87gBcSwA/s1600/puppet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKf3vLb6bzSR-9IvqsbnJwH2OcqHS35rIxYejkqX8QRISPUnhKANh_sk6YDUvjDKqIU4ZGX0ssJV_2J0z25umVTcgm6l_KgJPmaQ-U0PFbW2a9ye-kOHxK24tpI3mjXuJ9TPM87gBcSwA/s200/puppet.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a data-mce-href="http://tatakblogong.wordpress.com/files/2009/09/puppet.jpg" href="http://tatakblogong.wordpress.com/files/2009/09/puppet.jpg"></a>Whip on the flesh - tears;<br />
Screaming soul, begging child;<br />
In that dark cold room.<br />
<br />
Shattered mirror - plea;<br />
Terror in the nerve - frozen;<br />
Tormenting truth - see.<br />
<br />
Spilling blood - floor;<br />
Shivering body of guilt;<br />
Puppet not moving.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-83313937054651055702009-08-03T01:51:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:36:16.041-07:00The Desert is Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Usq7IA_02sC8LXpadeLzJrdKMcUYaydQGgtvgZm5Eo_d2CDC5Ts-7ulMDm0byaZF1cHRAwAnBtSyrvkzTMeYpjHJ4T8s2W9SUZ0ip09EBSpEopgqPQ0Tg72ws5j4HDghnwfd6g-ino8/s1600/thedesertisme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Usq7IA_02sC8LXpadeLzJrdKMcUYaydQGgtvgZm5Eo_d2CDC5Ts-7ulMDm0byaZF1cHRAwAnBtSyrvkzTMeYpjHJ4T8s2W9SUZ0ip09EBSpEopgqPQ0Tg72ws5j4HDghnwfd6g-ino8/s200/thedesertisme.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cascade I can see;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Water in thirsty desert;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Breeze, sandstorm not.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rivers flowing - sound;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of not thorny plants - living;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He has its own moon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
My heart, I believe;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That desert is green, fresh, pure;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can see myself.</div>Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227759912391836531.post-91096462035627985422009-08-03T01:49:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:36:39.833-07:00Mem'ries<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLXnJer_DhLHIFUVYIqCZPvh16S25LBVUx4KCPzXiB_Lm-8G5QvsbdKtAxoPXRf965KcVIS74ntS0Ua8I5aVS8d0B9Eowmt4hhzu467HmFNzrh37LVNsgIUJfb4Xbc3B00GQCVDY1TVQ/s1600/reminiscing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLXnJer_DhLHIFUVYIqCZPvh16S25LBVUx4KCPzXiB_Lm-8G5QvsbdKtAxoPXRf965KcVIS74ntS0Ua8I5aVS8d0B9Eowmt4hhzu467HmFNzrh37LVNsgIUJfb4Xbc3B00GQCVDY1TVQ/s200/reminiscing.jpg" width="135" /></a></div>Cold breezy morning;<br />
Of justly risen sun - fog;<br />
Yellow sunflower.<br />
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Of busy natives;<br />
Climbing mountain, tower high;<br />
With bow and arrow.<br />
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Serene pine trees scents -<br />
That's all were then; Luna reigns<br />
Just reminiscing.Fotorizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225180122674687869noreply@blogger.com0