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PrimevalPrimeval

la nuit infinie
absorbe les cris d’une âme
- libération

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Primeval

the infinite night
devours a soul’s holler
- emancipation

-SophieCT, 22 mai 2013

Take It All InTake It All In

Close your eyes my dear,
Quit talking for a moment,
And enjoy this.

Po-e-try (n)1. Imaginative,
Creativity from words,
Produce language arts.

*Cold*Quiet, space has no noise
Cryo-sleep dreamless and cold
Blank faces frozen

2013 Delice1941
19th May2013

CloggedClogged

I have fecal stasis,
‘Cause I’m full of crappy thoughts,
And I can’t flush (shhhhh)it.

Tingle HaikuForest fairy dream;
Pictograph and maps. Tingle
Tingle, kloo-limpah!

Challenge Haiku 44 - DrawWeapon in her hand
Ready to blow all away
She fires her art

HaikusLa nuit vient vite
des variations de noir
étrange clarté.

La ligne des jambes
le son clair des talons
résonnent les pavés.

Néons, le soir
promesses éphémères
la chair est faible.

Les nuages gris
dessinent une toile abstraite
pour les pigeons.

Phares des voitures
le moteur rugit inutile
sans destination.

Un verre de bière
verre amer, vers acides
la bile remonte.

Café noir amer
ni sucre, ni crème
un chocolat ?

Sad CoincidenceSad coincidence
A book amidst the rubble
History repeats

RebirthShe swelled with pride and
joy, for their pride and joy swelled
from a second chance.

HospitalityHospitality
Of the lesser peasantry
Overrides the kings

Dining in the fields
Hiding in the shrubbery
Lurks the hidden beasts.

*Voyage*Inconceivably
Vast cosmic world unexplored
Infinity ours.

2013 Delice2013
23rd May2013

Haiku Series1. rude awakenings
I love the springtime.
Sadly, so do chatty birds.
Windows shut=Sweet peace.

2. fork in the road
Reality's there
for businessmen to follow
and dreamers, reject.

3. fire: for the night is dark and full of terrors
Some see a cleansing;
Others shut their eyes, seeing
only destruction.

4. stars
Have the stars heard you
crying? or have they watched you
shine in their ghost-lights?

Haiku Collection 1I lay in my bed
looking up at the night sky
where is my ceiling?

I live in a town
that everyone claims to hate
yet no one leaves

trees dancing in wind
the sky covered by grey clouds
the storm is coming

I like thunderstorms
they tend to bring more action
to this boring town

thunder, rain, lighting
a pathetic fallacy
to this young man's life

I can be quite dark
but also light if I want
which do you prefer?

PerfectionHair glowing, red fire.
Your eyes, emerald beauty.
Perfect, without me.

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and I don't give one good goddamn

There are no more secrets left to keep
no more whispers hidden under tongues
or Latin chanted sub rosa
in high-ceilinged rooms
thick with smoke and shadows

There are no more moments between men
silent except for handshakes
no quiet confusion between lovers
mistimed glance or fumbled caress

There are no mysteries tonight
no hunches or half-truths
no lies, rumors or omissions
no signal slowly separating into static
just the unrelenting light of truth
pulsing against my aching eyes

Jacob and the Angel

Bodies locked
ankles and elbows intertwined
breathing angry and labored
there was nothing graceful in their grappling
no beauty in their movement
just ugly knots of muscle
tensed and straining
beneath hairy, mottled flesh
mercifully disguised by the darkness

They lay together this way
each the others equal
until the stranger,
weary of his heavy flesh
(so different from the weight of wings),
took the others thigh and twisted

The sweaty silence was broken by a scream
but the injured man would not relent
He clutched the tired stranger close
and begged him for a blessing

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Moments During a Lunch Hour

by ~epimetheus, Apr 25, 2003, 3:37:30 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Haiku & Eastern

Moments During a Lunch Hour

Fat coffee pots steam
stuttering amongst themselves
like contented hens

gap toothed glass racks
smile back when pulled, losing teeth
one drink at a time

the receipt printer
chitters like nervous mice when
someone\'s about to leave

Moments During a Lunch Hourby ~epimetheus

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Haiku & Eastern

These ended up being almost naturally haiku. The first stanza was accidentally perfect, the second two were imperfectly modified. I am the bitter king of comparison, as well as cats and sex.

~tornaura Nov 13, 2003 Writer

This makes me want to write better poetry.

~epimetheus Nov 14, 2003 Professional Interface Designer

That's one of the best compliments I've ever recieved on DA. Thank you for the compliment and the watch. They are both appreciated.

Adam

~fallingsilver Jul 15, 2003

It would be cool if you had another haiku that bound all of the others together as a conclusive stanza. Other that that, these haikus have nothing to do with nature, but they're well written and give a distinct feel anyways :D (Big Grin)

~terov Apr 26, 2003

Not the biggest fan of multi-stanza haiku. Seems contradictory to the nature of the form.

That being said, I shall think of this not as haiku, but as something standing well on its own three feet :-) (Smile)

Outstanding imagery, and though I sense something beneath the surface I can't seem to unearth it effectively.

Sense of loss. Compromise maybe.

Good.

`pantopicon Apr 26, 2003

Damn, I love the use of complex similies as boundaries for the contained middle stanza, which seems to push and pull imagistically against them. Fantastic piece --> the everyday filtered through a kind of surreally personified onomatopeia. hee. This made me smile, ecstatically.

~gyroscope Apr 25, 2003

you'll write a poem about a violin while the world dies of sars.

yes, those ARE moments from a lunch hour. good thing you were able to sneak in a bit about royally satisfied hens. kudos.

~wanderingjizo Apr 25, 2003

Dude, this is great. The relation of coffee pots to hens... priceless. You make a simple breakroom or cafeteria seem like a barnyard or womthing. Great stuff.

`tmpst24myst Apr 25, 2003 Student Writer

I have to agree with ~justaphase..This would work better without the word 'like'.

Rose

~justaphase Apr 25, 2003 Writer

a great twist on the haiku form. i think the short spurts of images do well with the subject matter. My only question is the use of the word "like". Even with limited syllables, i think one or both could be made richer using a different word.

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