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SilentiumTranquility in
A motionless lake wherein
Lay silent ripples

*Love of Flowers*Perfumed breezes stir
Like potpourri on the wind
Faint whisper of love.

2013 Delice1941
21st May2013

Wolf RunGrey wolves run tonight
They sing their songs to the moon
The pups get first kill

Fish Haiku**************************************
Blue Fighter

Flowing silken veil
Blue deeper than midnight sky
Fierce fighting fish flares

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Red Jester

Satin red sparks blue
Merry dancing flutter fins
Dart with joyful play

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Bowl

Circle round once more
Perhaps it is different now...
Infinite glass wall

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Pond

Shining gold shimmer
Twinkles beneath the water
Glinting beyond reach

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Tick TockTick Tock Tick Tock Tick
Hours Seconds Minutes Life
Tick Tock Tick Tock Stop

017. jack rabbitsSilence holds the field
Tuffs of fur and bloody bones
lepus genus lives on

Haiku/NoteGlistering morning dew
Shining in sticky cobwebs
Dew like little pearls

for the ones who don't know
a haiku is:
line #1: 5 syllables
line #2: 7 syllables
line #3: 5 syllables

and I had to use two devices.

Ein Herbstblatt im Wind Ein Ein Herbstblatt im Wind

Ein Herbstblatt im Wind
Der Ruf des blauen Vogels
Zeit für den Süden

Haiku on Fallen Cherry BlossomsPink snow swirling in
gay circles across the road--
spring's wintry cosplay.

The Moon And The StarsThe Moon and The Stars,
Shine brightly and glow tonight.
The dark night cold, alone.

The Moon And The Stars
Mars Wilson
2-1-13
Haiku/Poem

WastelandImmortal fallout.
Invisible specters stay
to echo silence

Old cut treesObserving a pile of old cut trees
being all wrapped up or more likely embraced
by mother nature's beautiful creations
flowers, all kinds of plants i do not know of
and bugs and flies going and rushing somewhere in their own world

It must be interesting for the old cut trees
who knows what they've witnessed at night
who knows what they witness at day in the world of these insects
it must be fun, wish i could be them
even thought one day i'll be crashed or used or burned.

-Landfill-An Idyllic Hill
Like My Face to My Spirit
Filled With Old Rubbish

StarsStars know how I feel
Shining alone in the night
But they are just stars.

EarthRarely Dose Earth Speak
If It Dose Express Its Self
All Will Hear Its Voice

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Empathy With The NightEmpty streets are no surprise to him,
The strange kid goes looking for what he might uncover
in the spaces of the night. He can imagine his solitude
a cloak of invisibility. He has wrapped it round his soul.

It's cold. The frost teaches how loneliness, like winter's
chill, will steal into your bones, how numb it will make you,
how little time passes before you are able to stop noticing
things that you no longer feel. He walks towards

the dawn, a few coins in his pocket for coffee,
before he wearily climbs the stairwell, finds his bed.

ConqueredA grief ago they suffered
in ways we can't imagine, much less know.

The rolling prairies of spirit and of mind
shrunk by the abstracts of geography, by
unforgiving lines of barbed wire.

The nomads hunted by those who claimed
the prairies could be owned, their choice
docility or suicide. For the luckless few

who managed to survive, a form of slavery,
a death in life deprived of hope.

Presently

The child has no use
for the memories that shade
watching adult eyes.

His paradise happens now,
complete without any name.

Internalised

Beyond the window
lies serenity, freedom
that she'll never reach.

Mythos

Do the dreamers stir?
While cities rise but to fall,
the masks focus on nothing.

Wilderness

A landscape sleeping,
bathed in a dream of tides,
sunrise and sunset.

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Beneath 2

by *AlecBell, May 28, 2012, 3:22:59 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Haiku & Eastern

So still, untroubled,
the water reflects the trees,
its cool depths hidden.

On the river bed, it waits,
the predator. It will strike.

Beneath 2by *AlecBell

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Haiku & Eastern

A commentary on My River, My Heart by *MagicBlanche

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*Trippy4U May 29, 2012

To you and Mia, Alec

*AlecBell May 30, 2012

Looks like there's enough to share!

*TriciaS May 29, 2012

Just when I was peacefully reading your work Alec.(.after looking at the idyllic scene!),,,,,suddenly ..."On the river bed ....it waits"..That really woke me up!...A l!ovely contrast !.......

*AlecBell May 30, 2012

I hope you weren't too damaged by the experience,Tricia!

*TriciaS May 30, 2012

No....I enjoyed it!....Suppose that's why I read sci-fi...and Stephen King as well as the Brontes!!

*AlecBell May 30, 2012

*TriciaS May 30, 2012

!Juno-Janus May 29, 2012 Professional Photographer

SO, from the mould,
Scarlet and gold
Many a Bulb will rise,
Hidden away cunningly
From sagacious eyes.
So, from cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me—
Peasants like thee,
Gaze perplexedly.

by Emily Dickinson

Me just perplexed before your beautiful work Alec ... you always surprise me!