lighter than the wind,
conffeti covers the bride -
rose red cherry leaves
by elio
electronic rage
silica with metal trace
all deaf with the pulse
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
gonna tri again
the only heartbeat I feel
from inside and out
by using a lifeline
with letting go comes
new worlds and old worlds collide
out old in with new
by mmmBop
watch the world pass by
eyes meet a set of clear eyes
just a visine ad
by vince
not everyone can
find their liberation through others...
only a prison
by bs
stress causes action
or reflection or as I
feel, paralyzed
by bs
her eyes brown like mine,
train moves slowly, we smile...
lonely reflection
by elio of nice one mate, thanks....
When the soft eyes meet
Safe behind glass. Share the smile
There's no commitment
by Nice one elio
mistook you for Her
quite obvious now, you two have
nothing in common
by vince
sometimes stress causes
one to devalue self then
bandwagon crashes...
by bs
I hear on the news
that someone brewed their own diesel
in florida...
by bs of power to the people not the pumps
long railway tracks,
two trains pulling in slowly -
eyes meet through the glass
by elio of a time that memory forgot
long railway tracks,
two trains pull in side to side -
eyes meet through the glass
by elio
I write of beauty
emotions and sensations
the Human Spirit
by Dancing Fool of With this hat on
From the ashes; Words
Great pathos as usual
Concise, succinct!
by William Nippress
Exciting prospects
Picking the low hanging fruit
Moving forward
by neilism of London
I never wanted
to write a piece in Haiku
yet somehow I have
by EP DeWolff Guy of Minneapolis Mn
great artists die young
so according to the rules
i'll live forever
by ash
forget the peace world
and enter the realm of grief
so sad and lonely
by Anonymous Poet
we go to the play
and leave the sad man behind
we say oh sorry-not
by Amy
why did kerouac
drink himself to death, was it
expected of him?
by bs of a real question
by the way charles shultz
never did get his red headed
girl he once loved
by bs of a cruel world charlie brown
peace of mind makes for
great sandwiches, but for art?
marshall our sadness...
by bs
reason fights instinct
marshalling dynoysis (sic?)
vs apollo...
by bs
when a famous name
dies too soon, what was missed in
hallowed ground of ideas...
by bs
some see beauty in
ugliness, reason is perhaps
this is all we have
by bs
Through this partnership
I guide her into a walk
Excitement growing
The fervent love song
Exquisite communication
Dictating my mood
A stranger to me
Yet here in my arms souls touch
Taking my breath away
The passion unfolds
Like two ilicit lovers
Only we exist
We move as though one
Each feeling the others
thoughts
Our souls so entwined
Lost in our own world
We look confused, embarrassed
When the music stops
by Dancing Fool of The Tango experience
in my medicine box,
the winter fly,
has died of old age
by jack kerouac, amazing and guess what, not 5-7-5, you wanna see real haiku, type his name in youtube and enjoy..... elio
ghosts of kerouac
once the old whitman ghost now...
he wanders our roads
by box
an old alley way,
tramps and bankers side by side,
sheltered from the rain
by elio
wind ripples the pond,
lemon yellow sun shivers -
along with the sky
by elio of this better work this time!"!"!
wind ripples the pond,
lemon yellow sun shivers
by elio
wind ripples the pond,
lemon yellow sun shivers
by elio
rain droplets on glass,
sliding to a slip stream,
in wind furrowed tracks
by elio
rain drops down the glass,
slide slowly to a slip stream,
in wind furrowed tracks
by elio
and don't forget poor
marvin, who's only sin was
to see life as it
is, people are ones
not to appreciate such
robots with brains the
size of a planet
but want that piece of paper
picked up, appliance
by bs
like that wave logo
here, killed thousands in thailand
in tsunami form
yet, we ride them on
boards, catch a wave and feel the
surge of life itself...
by bs
life as it is makes
life as it should be seem small
in comparison
by bs
when i am through shall
you offer your necks to me
or shall I to you?
shall you bite or shall
I tear or decline the id's
lust for life and death
by bs
I suppose to make
the right decisions clarity
is not beyond good,
or for that matter
the black wolf in my heart still
barks at some blood moon
by bs
shall I outdo the
marquis de sade in my anger
cornered, vile, embraced...
shall I be your new
charlie manson, anti-christ
or just a mild man
by bs
at times i wonder
why the bored are so inclined
to out and destroy...
a clockwork orange
are they, shall we break these toys
and snap their gears, watch
them twitch as the child
machines mimic nothing human
and flee as toys
by bs
in the end I think
there's some closure, the old man
told me about reiki
as he coughed sadly
about christ's evil, and showed
his dowsing necklace...
so much like little
gerald gardner did he seem
lost in his own myths...
by bs
I am tempted to
say revenge sometimes feeds my
own soul to keep on...
by bs of consider the meaning of shemhamforash
all gone to tumor
and in a heartbeat, newly
independent, loose
cast adrift and made
to see where they stood when you
were just in your crib...
a baby again, lost to
raise one's self, new orphans in
the city on a hill
by bs
grief gives way to grief
then to memory, past joys and
hurts, pictures, balloons...
the grill, the walks, the
shared moments of argument
and of keen advice
by bs
our loved ones die and
leave us naked to social
weather storms, flash floods
by bs
but when life has a
clear meaning, or empathy
that I hope is best...
so that life goes on
as ugly as i get at times
tomorrow kicks my ass
by bs
i know that some like
to commit suicide and
some just hang around...
by bs