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Officially up. Two additional poems, with thematic works. Amuse toi bien!
Oh, the contest is on this page, to make it easier to find.
-one more added at the bottom.
Like de Leon, I stumble,
looking for a time lost, youth-
Always in my hands?
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The want is deep, strong,
Life's winter stays the blind rush-
It burns to not sprint.
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lollipop lolli,
she sings, I leer, we all know-
Sugar and spice, Nummy!
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| below the surface |
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Seek words of wisdom?
Hide in shadows anyway-
They are there, waiting!
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The last poem was somehow derived, or inspired, by becca's second poem.
ReplyDeleteSearching for lost youth.. sigh .. Well, you know what is said .. Youth is wasted on the young. But then youth is also a matter of mind. You seem to have not lost that.
foam,
ReplyDeleteYouth is absolutely wasted on the young! Albeit I must add something to that. Youth, by needs and wisdom, should be wasted. It is the gift of fitness and leisure and a freeness of spirit that might allow them to mature as we have. Perhaps even better.
Time will catch up to them. As will duty, complexity, brutal truths. Even as grumpy as I am, I say let them have their day. Just, for God's sake, strip them of the vote until they are 25 AND until they have worked, and paid in, for five years, unless they choose to learn early and serve in conflict.
I'm just glad my youth did not see me with excess funds, as so many until recently had.
Well, I certainly did my share of wasting and playing then while also scraping the bottom of the barrel. My mother was the widow of an army sergeant .. WWII vet. I was an army brat actually.
ReplyDeleteYou have a knack for haiku. I think your leering one is quite humorous.
Have a great day, Doom.
Thank you for your father's sacrifice, and that born by your family from it. It is appreciated.
ReplyDeleteI don't know about a knack. I alwyas feel like I just haven't quite squared it all. But it is fun when I am awake enough to play. That last was meant to be playful. It's my favorite part of the men/women thing. Fun, laughter, playfulness... it's so sexy too. The right kind of sexy, to my notions.
Doom:
ReplyDeleteTell you what... I felt every inch of burn in your second haiku. WOW... blindly lost in the lust of pain. YUMMY!
Truly awesome... you're magic with this stuff.
Rafa
Rafael,
ReplyDeleteI am pleased that you see. I suppose the reason that one might stand out is because that one is the most real to me. If the binds are ever loosed, if what is frozen is thawed, the world will change.
For good or ill depends on what you believe, subjectively. Objectively, it would be to the ends of rightness. Never to worry, justice is not without mercy, if absolute.
I would love to have one thousandth of what is there. It is not even mine. Locked down, all of it, like a nuclear weapon. Mostly a white elephant, though a thinking one. It wants to run. I have to think angels share this, though with a bit less compassion, sympathy, and no chance at empathy.
As for me? I would merely use it to go camping and hunting, swimming and diving, perhaps a bit of controlled combat, say mixed martial arts, but not the snazzy showy stuff... personal contests. Oh, and finish my engineering degree.
As for magic? If you say so. I'm just tinkering with it, usually subconsciously. I get buzzed when it is ready, or nearly ready. Sometimes a small edit or two is needed.
ReplyDeleteI'm just the waiter... I am curious who or what the chef is though.
You certainly seem to be warming to haiku, Doom. This week seems to have inspired you on several planes - even the humor you seem to deny at times.
ReplyDeleteNice work. You are making it harder for Becca. She is earning her badge this week.
Serendipity
I feel terrible for becca about this. *evil grins*
ReplyDeleteThe great thing about haiku is, if I put it in the background, my struggles seem to twist something out. But thank you.
Oh, I have a funny bone. It isn't even all cruel and twisted as it might seem. There is innocence I have sheltered, I let it out to play or it breaks free and I just glower if not in the mood... to little effect. Children will be children. Sometimes it causes me to just let go and live at the most propitious of moments, or gets me in a lot of minor trouble. All of which is good, mostly. Cheaper than Prozac, plus it works where no medicines can reach. Which, other than the heart, is where illness can fester if not treated with the only known antidote. Now that is a pill I can usually swallow easily!
Just so's you know.
Evocative last haiku!
ReplyDeletefoam,
ReplyDeleteI am pleased you liked that one. That really got to me in fact, but I got over the surprises, listened, cleaned up, got better... then became annoyed that He would follow me even there... just a little bit. It was a little bit... nosy, or... pushy... or maybe even improper, I thought, for Him to be There. :p
But that... first realization that you can't go far enough, deep enough, or long enough to throw him? *yelp* It's like your mom catching you sneaking the cookie jar into the closet, once she tells you no and you understand what that means, then sneaking cookies, and her catching you before you even get one into your face! Bah!