Current poems in progress...

Dead leaves on the lawn
Remnants of Spring's sweet promise
Like an old man's dreams
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Corpse in the gutter
Remnant of last night's party
Like peppered jerky
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Haiku likes you too
So entreat her with your heart
True secret keeper

BR, the first three lines are a wonderfully crafted Haiku. It speaks to the heart and blesses. Poignant, succinct, a sculpted poem.
Lida Jo from Idaho
2-12-08
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BR, the first three lines are a wonderfully crafted Haiku. It speaks to the heart and blesses. Poignant, succinct, a sculpted poem.
Lida Jo from Idaho
2-12-08
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Anonymous, your three lines, while making a macabre echo of BR's poem, is strong enough to stand by itself. I wish it had been posted 08separately. "Like peppered jerky" is an enviable phrase.
Lida Jo from Idaho
2-12-08

Smoke plumes in the air
Promise of laughter and cheer
Friends 'round the fireside

Such a nice feeling! Thanks!--GrandmaBea --9-18-2007
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BR, I like this one, also. A beautiful friendship piece. May I send it to my daughter-in-law? This is perfect for her hospitality.
Lida Jo from Id.
Grandma Bea are you the same person as Grandma Thing? I've been gone a long, long time from these pages. LJ from ID
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Lida Jo, I haven't been on here for ages. Glad you liked my poems. I hope you sent it to your daughter-in-law without waiting for my reply. And Hi to you, too, GrandmaBea.
...BR

Leaves blow in the wind
And your old men will dream dreams
Autumn's interlude
.
In this land of mud
Your young men shall see visions
A lotus opens
.
Time is but a notion

young men see visions
and your old men will dream dreams
a day at the beach
..WR
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the young men's dreams
become old men's wishes
a gift of ghosts
---robbynl

You feel, in a dream,
The touch of a lover's hand
Sweet times remembered
.
You wake, in the morn
A lover's hand still touching
You remember it's mother
.
i awaken
moonlight kissing my face
as she once did

Get counseling!!
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Mmmmmm, gorgeous! ·····rl

Chowders are for fridays

Chowders for Fridays
Mem'ries of cold winter days
Thoughts can make me warm
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true :)
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Chowder's for Fridays
the warm and mellow comfort
of a new ending
·····robbynl

window candle light
beacon in the dark of night
leads me home to you

NICE
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anonymous, wish you had put a name for us to call you by. But we must cry, "Author, Author." This is so gentle and so simple, straightforward and touching. I love it.
Lida Jo from ID
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I wrote the above poem. Glad you liked it.
...BR

Statement in the mail
Tells the tale of grief and woe
Overdrawn again

Good one :)
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I know exactly what you mean! I predated a check and got 2 'offings' for $20 each. Nasty business. GrandmaBea-May you know love!

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Great co
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Great collaboration, Anon and BR! I was all set to cry and then you capped with that great line! Thanks for the chuckle, however rueful!
Lida Jo from Idaho

Gentle flakes of snow
Herald another winter
No need to rush things

WR, I like the picture you have drawn here. The picture and the downhome wisdom. Beautiful writing.
Lida Jo from ID

Geese fly with the wind
Does the effort make them cry?
Sages say it's bliss

Migration

Primeval urging
A beconing slant of light
Leads the wand'rer home
...WR
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WR, thee does have a way of wringing the heart. Understated elegance.
I've been gone over a year. Just looked this up today and here is this beautiful piece. Thank you. Lida Jo from Idaho

when i see you, i feel safe
line three before two
in a tortoise shell

Anon, this is an interesting remodel of a Haiku. Like a puzzle. It is fascinating. Lida Jo from Idaho

Between cracks
yellow ochre spills
honeyeater

I like this, Alice. Beehives fascinate me though I'm so afraid of the bees that I never got too close. But still, I recognize the image. Lovely. Lida Jo from Idaho

sodium pumper
wearing a wooly jumper
shooting up sandmen

a
tiny
pome

Well, so it is!
...BR

That sexual dove