Mountains’ Feet | Short Poem No. 50

At the mountains’ feet,
man came to build them a shoe;
that is, a horseshoe.

Friends, this is probably my third or fourth attempt at Haiku. As you can probably tell, I am still learning – trying to mix in traditional techniques/rules, but with my own touch. I want to keep challenging myself, while not confining my own creativity.

If you liked this post, also check out a great set of Haikus with a beautiful dedication, “Haiku: For Rachel” by Whippet Wisdom, as well as my previous Haiku about love, “Delicate Flowers.”

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Delicate Flowers – Short Poem No. 49

Delicate flowers

are epitomes of you

dressed pretty in pink.

This Haiku is submitted for the BrewNSpew Coffee Break. Also check out my other recent Haiku, “Thin White Lines.”

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delicate flowers
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Thin White Lines – Short Poem No. 48

Thin white lines of foam

divide two paradises

on a sleepy day.

If you liked this Haiku, also check out “Haiku: equality” by Jane Dougherty as well as my Haiku “Foggy Nights.”

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Thin White Lines
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Foggy Nights – Short Poem No. 47

Foggy nights concealed

the one, only guiding light

in a dark, dark world.

If you liked this Haiku, also check out “A Fresh Haiku” by Tanya Cliff. Also check out my other post, “Friend Request.”

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Foggy Nights
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Drift and Sway | Poetry Remix No. 6

“Slowly, slowly drift and sway.
But it never goes away.”

I have no plea, so now, what can I say?

I’ve gotten myself in trouble again.

Because, just like a long reverb, you stay;

every word you say drifts inside my head.

And now I’m in trouble again because

as I drift, you’re the song that’s on repeat;

the sad song of a prisoner of love.

As I drive the street, love won’t hear my plea

to set me free. So now I’m stuck in queue:

Mind and soul have no rest inside of me.

I’m in trouble as I’m captive to you.

Slowly, slowly drift and sway.

But it never goes away.

If you like this poem, check out “Lost in Love” by Neeldip Barot, as the original version of this post, “No Plea Except Guilty.”

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No plea, drift and sway
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Sold My Heart – Poetry Remix No. 5

“You took my love, with the greatest of skill and art. As the band played, the gentle music sold my heart.”

The breeze was cool, the night just became dark.
The lights were dim, you laughed at my remark.
The fire burned deep deep inside our hearts.
As we sat there, I told you that we’d never part.
As the band played, the gentle music sold my heart.

Your skin was tanned, glowing by the fire.
While in your hand, I hung by a wire.
And as you spoke, feelings we acquired.
You took my love, with the greatest of skill and art.
As the band played, the gentle music sold my heart.

If you liked this post, please check out another one that I read that was really great: “Triolets” by Short Prose. Also check out “Hawaiian Islands,” which was the original version of this post.

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Hawaiian Islands, sold my heart
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