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ZQ:
Please add your haiku
they\'re FUN to create and share!
add poetry too!
;D

Bucketheadland

Wonderland of JOY
Conquers cruelty with FUN
[glb]Stay...Disembodied[/glb]


ISOT pt 1

Commander of strings
Buckethead ... In Search Of The
Creative genius

ISOT pt 2

Hours of black sharpies
magical musical strings
calling patiently?

bye bye sharpie (ISOT  relief)

Magical strings yearn
In search of the sharpie ends
Master has returned




;D

buswolley:
Those are much big fun.  I like the last one the most.  And, no I don’t haiku.  It takes too much grey matter.  I’m very impressed.  Hopefully there is someone else out there in TDRS land that does.  My poetry doesn’t do anything – no rhythm, no rhyme, nothing that actually requires any thought.

SPRING WILL OVER COME?

Running down the road
Metal in my ears
Pounding beat echoes
The path my foot fall takes
Long awaited rains
End months of draught
Nature celebrates its coming
Life explodes around me
Green with hope, spring erupts

A pin hole in the pavement
Captures my attention
Giving life to blooms
Finding animation
Through something so unmoving
I can’t help but smile
Inspiring me to run
Nature always over coming

A low, dull, thudding
Off in the distance
An all too familiar sound
Thunderous pounding
Rattling inside my chest
Three Apache helicopters
Rising from the horizon

** huh **

I think I’ll go lay down…


MEMORIAL DAY, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007

Celebrate the days five years in the making
Count the dead, twenty-nine laid to rest
Four thousand more numbered on days unimportant
No one keeps track of the names not American born

Soaked in the silence of a golden room
We call the day\'s names out loud
Feeling them one by one like bullets
We hold no commentary on these deaths
No politics, no borders, no religion
Those who have died of war are simply named
The business of noting every fall of a sparrow
Their lives bound up with ours

We rang out the names of those who died on 11 September
Sometimes it took hours, but we noted each one
Now the list exceeds those who died that bloody day
When do we read their names all at once
Registering the full impact one by one like bullets

Casualty of war defined as killed or injured
The number swells to thirty thousand
Keeping the numbers before us
Remembering each one has a name
Say their names out loud
The matter of recalling lives bound to ours
We keep count of those who are worth
More than many sparrows

gkg:
bravo both of you.  i don\'t haiku = i actually never learned it in school... i probably changed schools just before the one was set to teach it and just after the other had or something.  i changed schools a LOT.

ZQ:
lone stump merky shore
ghostly mist of shadows roam
grip the oar...and row.

buswolley:
I like it

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