a dabbling of Haiku’s I ventured upon several months ago.
solitude
unwelcome advance ironic
still alone
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a child sings
notes of melancholy
will the door open
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I watched life
acting out, shedding values
damn it was fun
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too late frantic
realizations of passion
kids will still cry
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lamppost chatter
a warm summer evening
cold hearts
~
I wish to breathe
if might love be found
I wish to breathe
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We spoke near this place
where papa’s memory did store
signs of winter’s last trace
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in papa’s name cherish
beauty in the form of white blossoms
the ice floes do perish
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while a sunlit peace
suggests our open arms will guide
our lives toward a release
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summertime and leisure
quiet memory of a fonder time
underneath our plum tree near
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waking while mourning
a spiritual cadence
sweep brief emotion
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light emanate soft
a new day, quick reckoning
touch opportunity
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when time can renew
sweet lift full heart to review
seeking new solace.
No news is good news
take a long cool walk instead
Skies are all ways blue
Weep quiet rains
A day’s meek internal task
Bathe in God’s lustre
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Sky shadows sunrise
Tears spill gentle nature’s touch
Quiet earth moisture
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What is important
In our lives is that moment
Opportunity
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Where is my life now?
In one way I am the same
Working my passions.
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My word is sacred
Though I would venture to say
Hopes are accurate
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Good morning Sunshine
Beckon Grace to newer lands
Peace is her journey
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Life is too damn short
To believe in fantasy
Relish upon real
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Birds quiet whistle
Spring morning reacts in peace
Lovely alive thoughts
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I saw a Robin
Dance across my lawn today
Sunlight spring alive
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Oh, my word, my my,
It is a chilly chilly
Spring morning today
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Birds chirping silence
My morning rests upon peace
Love is the answer
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Sunlight streams in rooms
Energy to thrive upon
Gives solace a name
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Sometimes the feelings
Generate unbound passion
So deliberate
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Clear my senses
Intrigue the paths I choose now
Given the message
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Heal my broken wing
Desire relents upon life
As we choose today
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What is my summit?
That legacy you speak of
Relentless in pride
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What am I waiting
For that beckons my yearning
Soul to navigate?
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Bestow upon me
The beauty inherent now
In your lovely eyes
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Reach out to touch love
And grasp that beauty of life.
Truth is your fortune.
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Departures occur
Memory transcends human loss
Life is renewal
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