So don't, er, take em, and er, use em as yer own ya hear!
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"I am a poet, and i am aware of that fact."
The Dying Blind Man
The dying blind man, deaf and dumb;
Never heard the blue birds singing,
He never really saw the sun.
All his days, couldn't see or hear.
Unafraid, he is, of leaving,
For he was never fully here.
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Haiku
"Someone come and pick
Me, for i cannot pick my
Self," the flower cried.
Me, for i cannot pick my
Self," the flower cried.
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Soft as the sound of
Sweeping through wet leaves in the
Midst of autumn mist
------Sweeping through wet leaves in the
Midst of autumn mist
Too bad for heaven
And too good for hell; i guess
And too good for hell; i guess
I'll just come back here
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In pang of pleasure,
Measure not plight upon plight;
Winter comes for all
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In pang of pleasure,
Measure not plight upon plight;
Winter comes for all
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...more Haiku to come!
1 comment:
You're good at that Mark!
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