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buried secrets

where the seagull dies
stringless origami cries
loneliness of soul

koi fish suffocate
colors fade in Bonsai trees
island in distress

words not understood
shadows grin tricks on rice walls
tsunamis in eyes

geisha of the world
love is lost in illusions
freedom is her dream

men with cold fingers
whither blossom of her spring
harakiri end

in the seagull's grave
origami secrets kept
chicks learn how to fly

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My Body

My Body is living in a broken Valley of Kisses Each Night longing to Be held in your arms until the Morning

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Mystic Doors

Whilst in deep sleep
Found a strangest place amidst
Strolled somewhere anew 

Creatures lead wrong ways
But still best life chose its path
Mystic doors were closed 

Glimpsed one and the rest
Until one by one opened
Watcher accosted.

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Istanbul In My Dreams

Your expectations are carved into my eyes...
Their shapes melt in my dreams
The face seen in your postcards
Is not that of your soul Istanbul...
Living apart does not change your seas
Your waiting landscapes offer themselves
Thoughts do not remain still
Istanbul rests its weight upon my loneliness...
White fish swim in your living past
Seagulls float in your memories
Obliterated friendships stay awake till dawn
Anatolia rises from your horizons Istanbul...

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann., 2002

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on her tresses
mom's floral clips

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They Have Woven a Net Around Us

 A feeling of nearness to suffering
In our hearts
While we reduce the dimensions
Of the essence of light
With our eyes
In a local scuffle
They have woven a net around us.
Bearing the pains of life
While watching the people with sullen faces
And tired thoughts
All along the years
We have heard the whistle of whips...
With well-concealed thoughts
Never thought of us
And... without any mercy
Have woven a net around us.
by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann, 2002

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So few know
The mile posts past.
Shadows cast
The roads
Together tread upon
Times apart
Far too long
Understanding and love
Through the straights and bends
Precious few
Are my friends

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Once Upon a Dark Fog

Where the trees once stood,
A dark fog covers their grounds-
                    A path through lost lives.

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The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...

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river path a seasons dance


                chilling breeze of swift Autumn leaves
                through a misty toned Lavender path

                 Feeling closer to Heaven and Earth

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Haiku 35

power outage -
we practice magic
lighting candles

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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

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Gilded picture frames
Hold sepia images
Of kin long deceased

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a cricket in the eaves
harmonizes with
night rain
old river benue
a fisherman's canoe
ladened for market
graveyard's windy dust
sending papers and leaves high
every ones underground

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How Music Makes Me Feel

my soul exploding
        in beautific harmony with
his melodic Words

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A Walk in the Fog

Walking in the fog
The cold mist of winter
Thirsts for spring
As the owl echoes.

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Loss of a tom cat friend and defender of the bluebird box

Squirrel plays and shakes
 a fist atop the bluebird box....
twelve round stones

Blue feathers strown
empty nesting box today...
old man Tom rest

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The Real A-Team

most famous siblings
Raggedy Ann and Andy
they’re the real A-Team

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Remembering How It Was

fragrance of Christmas
emanating from cedar
nostalgic allure

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School's Open

The school bus rolls in
Eager students dart for class
Summer's over now

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Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.

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Nature's Call

back-seated passion
sweaty, urgent grappling
sexy summer sin

Tim Ryerson
For Sandy's contest

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Old Dog Memories

an old dog smells
memories of summer
long long ago


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The Tiger

My bright tiger kite,
Show me the way to the sea,
You are mine always.

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a peacock appears

sitting by myself
singing opera in the woods—
a peacock appears

© February 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

HERE'S THE STORY SINCE THIS IS based on a true story! LOL I was in the woods 
singing...pretending I could sing opera while resting on a bench...all by myself. And what to 
my wondering eyes should appear walking around with my free range chickens? You 
guessed it! A peacock! He must have thought I was a peahen. Later, we found out he 
lived several miles away and had left home for few days...he stayed here until I left for 
Texas, which was about 3 days. He must have loved my voice! OR RUNNING THE ROOSTER! 
lol Anyway, that was the inspiration for this haiku! Would anyone have guessed? lol

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Vignette Polaroid Kiss

                                                     Nostalgic in noon
                                                  Apostrophe in desire
                                                    Linger kiss on you

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A moment in time once treasured forever, now just zeroes and ones.

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea

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Autumn Blows A Kiss

Autumn blows a kiss
 mists dance amongst painted leaves
 Winter soon arrives

(c) Copyright by Christine A Kysely
(November 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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memories still
of the days of my youth
my vacant stares

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time flies very fast
like falling star in the heights
but your memory lasts

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colors of freedom

colors of freedom
remind us what wars have cost --
we must not forget

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With strong hands resting
on sharp rocks, I stare afar
intrigued by silence...

I seem disenchanted
by what reality conveys
through its mystery... 

Fear is a lament, 
a remote voice never heard;
a lark's joyless shrill...   

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Michael J. Falotico's 
contest, " Your Thoughts "

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Conspiracy Theory Number 200769

Knock on Moonman's door Gone. No forwarding address. Left note 'I'll be back.'

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Haiku 20

baby pictures
next to the army ones -
sunlight on both

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soft pink, white and brown

soft pink, white and brown
colours of my wife’s old coat
she looked a real treat

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.

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Last Minute Halloween Costume

Last Minute Halloween Costume
Toilet paper wraps;
Costs less to dress as mummy,
Mom thinks it’s funny!

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I cannot say to you, rest in the night

When you get bored
Go at the edge of the Seine
Be the friend of swans
Divide some bread into pieces
To throw to them! 

Don't be in charge of shippers
Letters remain in consciousness
By dancing northward
Consider bottles
Carried away by fluxes... 

Never present yourself
Instead of others
Don't conform to others either
Rest as you are...
The art that is contained in you develops
I cannot say to you 'rest in the night'. 

Impose your existence
Like a rose
On the pages of society
In the mirror of a page
And in the middle of a mirror
I cannot say to you 'rest in the night'. 

Pretend not to see
The cold winds which pass
Near to you
Drink the sun
Dispel your sadness
Burn griefs one after another...
I cannot say to you " rest in the night ". 

Hardly believe what you hear
Weigh all that you see
Review all that you learn
Speak of your feelings
only to those you like
I cannot say to you 'rest in the night'.

Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI 
Bruxelles, le 05.11.2005 
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick, 06.03.2006

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" I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination " In the midst of woods A cryptic houri's crooning Euphony - suffused. Nocturnal deity humming her lyrical milieu Yarn of Utopian hymn of nostalgia Missing her sublime empyrean realm, now ... Place seems so eccentric ... strange ensued in just a flash How mind's eye brought this door to reach " LIMITLESS " Facing the Ingress of CHANGE Goddess of melody stepped and witnessed the other world behind the realm A cyan orb with burning effulgent daystar - mirrored, reflected Drawing up the facsimile of lustrous sparks of luminescence Planet surrounded by towering trees oscillating Dancing together with the blithesome rhythmic gust of cool breeze Nymphalid gliding, vagabonding with grace and elegance Bragging its chromatic stunning ala above the turfs embracing the land Rocks, pebbles, grass, insects and animals in harmony Clouds, birds, skies, heaven and earth in equilibrium Like music - heavenly, perfect, profound, and heartfelt Factual sanctuary - undisturbed habitat of existence Home of soothing silence - obscure, raw ... Goddess now a HUMAN Mortal - in time, will cease and die. . . =============================== *HAIKU **ACROSTIC ***FREE VERSE *-* jun-jun villanueva ~~~~~" THREE GEMS " contest~~~~~~ july 29,2011

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A gray, sunless day

A gray sunless day.
Heavy rain flagellating 
my bare-necked crying soul.

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Love sometimes remains 
Like a fierce pain in a limb
 Severed long ago

Published in the 2012 - Spring Issue of " Paper Wasp"- An Australian journal of Haiku.

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ginger bread cookie

a delicious bit
the flavor of ginger bread
at Christmas

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Mundane Things

Equinox—the sun
Bright—shining—washday hang-out
September's closing

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Heart beat

Cloudy sky, upset mind,
Falling drops, Rolling tears,
Soil longing to get soaked, Heart longing to beat !

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                 One more year has passed.
               Memories are glints of light.
                    On a broken glass.

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haiku 22

a lover's heart
scars the aged beech --
silent wood

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Discarded old car
Star on Grill
Still a Mercedes

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Falling taught me balance

A girl walking on 
a wall made of pebbles and stones, 
preparation for life

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Back home in Richfield
tangled between these moo cows
I still miss Richfield

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A Visit

Sepulchral shadows
Like gargoyles laughing madly
Haunt the painted walls.

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Hidden Tears

Concealed by raindrops,
lonely tears rolled down my cheeks
when you bade farewell.

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The Music Box

A child’s music
box, painted in gold and dust
is left to the flies

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shoots a laser gun

shoots a laser gun
at rows of quick aliens - -
they invade with ease

for Gwendolen’s Video Game Extravaganza contest

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Haiku Collection: two

Giant oak alive - 
If you could talk,what stories
Would you tell the world?
Ornamental sky~
Your melody of grandeur
Sings the earth awake.
Music of the rain,
Your melody is soothing 
To my weary heart.
The moon overhead
And you standing in it's glow-
I am overwhelmed.
Where bloom the roses,
Love can't be to far behind-
The two always meet.

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spring rain today

how green my memories-

ah,I live again

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Black and Blue

Urban asphalt trail 

becomes home's huck-pickin' slope. 

Blackberries are ripe!

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A Haiku

The little
of spring blanket my
till the mower

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Tin bath in back yard,
Full of shallots for peeling.
Pickles for Christmas!

For Brian's "Images of Fall" contest.

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Long Silence

Loneliness is here
The years have gone by quickly
The sun shines no more

Everywhere silence
Closed lips and I remain quiet
Pain shall end slowly

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Linen napkins stack
Frosted squares make a tableau
That denote Christmas

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Big Brother

Domestic spying
striking similarities

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SILVER STRANDS-the hairdresser

the hairdresser
cut my long silver strands—
locks of love

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Silver Strands 	Sponsored by: Susan Burch

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About a life

Womb, lost paradise
Strong wind, insecurity

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Bitter Memories

The Hunter for PD

Yesterday, I visited 
the timeless monastery
where the Buddhist monks dwell,
the place a sublime testament 
to their simplicity, perception 
and peace.

With delight, 
I viewed the fragment of skull
and the skeletal fingers:
repellent to some,
yet exquisite to me, my fascination
with the enigma ravenous.
I listened to the monk’s story,
fantastical, but not filled
with excessive intensification.
He looked into my eyes,
his own moist,
steady but not defiant,
as he recounted the epic tale.
As the minutes ticked by,
I was filled with ecstasy:
this wasn’t a nefarious conman,
his story was not tainted
with planning and motives, 
and, as I thanked him for his time,
I believed he really had seen
Meh-Teh, the yeti,
 the abominable snowman –
call it what you will -
on a glacier, and, again,
in the snowy valley;
he had heard gunshots ricochet
and had later retrieved
the gruesome relics. 

I would never quit searching…

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responding back to her

something I had said 
is better than the ringing 
in my worn ear drum

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evening silhouettes
the softness of trees
a lingering sunset
lovely day

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Snow, Winter's Long Quilt

Snow, Winter’s long quilt,
Land’s white, night beauty treatment....
Future drink for spring.

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Nature's Symphonic Breath

Glittering poplars
dance in the breeze's cool gusts
singing like sea waves. 

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great destructive wind

great destructive wind
not often felt in Britain
      don’t trust Michael Fish

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Twists and turns are life
Happy or sad, you decide
It shall stay that way

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Morning Meals

Restive and Restful Holding hands through war and age In their muted house

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Bonnie and Clyde

from Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie did write poetry
not buried by Clyde

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Moving on

Time won't stop for me
Apathy Catastrophe
Pseudo Tragedy

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Old Salt

Nimitz is still strong
the "Old Salt" is getting old
set to sail again

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Deceased Wilderness

The mossy fields host
Refreshed animal spirits
Now they all lie here.

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lucky that trinket,
 carefully entwined round her feet,
 my heart missed a beat!!!!!!!!!!

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Somber, forgotten:

Young taunting winds encircle

Lone-standing cactus.

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Rummaging incense
Floating swiftly in the air
Snuffed out in a wink

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cracks reminding us 
a calender hangs silence 
by all irony.


Practice for the blind 
circulation shutting down
shall twist towards plot


Running for their skin,
civilised sugar paper , 
for response alone.


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On: Missing You- at night

On: Missing You (at night)

hey, have i ever
mentioned to you how much I
miss your warmth at night?

i remember when
you would say "baby, can you
please get me a drink?"

some nights are harder
to fall asleep than others
because you're not here

i will never sleep
half as well as i did when
i slept in your arms

baby, come closer
i'm cold and i need your warmth
baby, where are you?

darling, i miss you
come back to me; i need you.
can you hear me, dear?

oh honey, can't you
see? i'm drowning in sadness.
please come and save me.

it's nights like these where
i can't seem to find a bad
memory of you

sleep doesn't come ve-
ry easy for a girl who
used to be in love

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Good bye Trains

waiting for the train 
where the depot use to be
trains run here no more

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small creatures stand and knock parents in shadows watch Jack's toothy glow dreaming of good times past

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The Juice Of Orange

the juice of orange
stains the limpid swimming pool, 
from the falling leaves

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sitting around home
waiting for movements, besides
the hands on the clock

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Green moss over stone
Tumbling in shy sunlight
Following the ghost

For "Solace in Nature" contest

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A Winter Morning

In the silver morning mist.
The snow glistens on my front porch,
while I watch by the window.

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Hide and Seek

a cough in my throat
or sneeze tickling my nose ~
hide and seek woes

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Friend, you’re not the guilty one
The guilty ones are the evenings
See how they drag you down into this obscurity...
Trouble not yourself
Everyday’s "Love’s Labour Lost"
Vanishes away
Your eyes have learned
The meaning of love anyway
Learn how not to remember
Every point of suffering. 

Remember not those eyes, those eyes
Have gone and they’ve enticed you into smoky cafés
Don’t go and believe 
your eyes, they're just not
as sharp as they used to be
Friend, because you aren’t the guilty one,
The guilty ones are hopes
Leaving you to the shadows. 

So what’s the use of fussing
If they’ve never understood
The poems your own baggy eyes
Have forgotten? ... 

You’re alone in an unknown beyond
Your eyes are alone as well ...
You’re not guilty, friend
The guilty ones are hopes
Leaving you alone in darkness.

Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
İstanbul, 20.02.1975
Translated from Turkish to French by Yakup Yurt
followed by English translation by Richard Vallance

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2 or More

Batman had Robin
Lone Ranger rode with Tonto
heroes never one

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a gentle evening
the light is fading rapidly
trees are sentinels

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Pet Rock

feelings I have none
I am hard and very still
but I’ll be your pet

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heavy bliss

tonight is too dark for a midnight yet silhouettes of unfinished crescent moon reminds me of heavy bliss

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Are You Ready Children?

Today I shall choose one of you
A child on whom falls a shadow, wedged in a corner between lines...
A daisy bringing us some suffering from his home
Silent in the middle of a blue turning grey, a button of a rose without anyone in the 
mass of it...
A living being full of secrets, the heart of which spreads light
While the sun continues running into water, the headlights of space fall in front of 
him one after another...
Say so if you have problems!
If you are part of a life full of black points, blended in the night, encircled with 
ruddy colours, show yourselves...
I know that your security guards do not self-protect
In spite of the reins of ice on your ways, in which the identity of humans melt, can 
you determine your destination?
Are you ready children?
Today I shall choose one of you
A child on whom falls a shadow, wedged in a corner between lines...
Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI 
Paris,  20.12.2003
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick, 08.10.2005

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Red Blossoms

even red blossoms can bloom from a barren tree nothing is impossible

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Prime Time Life

Sons of Anarchy
for some its more than a show
its their only life

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Haiku hodge podge trio, Trees and leaves

Gum trees line the road
To long outback red paddock
To my father's house

Olive green Gum leaves
On wind-swept red-sandstone hills
Flick like Brumby tails

Eucalypt tree leaves 
Are food for our koala's
Round our Billabong

© Brenda V Northeast 23/Jan,/2012    for Linda- Marie’s haiku contest

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Silent moon-lit night
Snaking inside my thought's train
Longing to hold you.

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Summer Rain

Summer rain softly falls
Dripping down off an old tin roof
spattering aimlessly down

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To Ginger... A girl I once knew

To Ginger...

I had a glass of voluminous spirit...
hoping to taste the ripples of time...
but all i could taste was the bitterness of ginger submerged in the sourness of lime.

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Martial Dances

We live in strange times, my brother 
men make money 
with war dances 
and occupation... 
Do you not see the bombardments 
and the pillaging? 
Under the boot 
you are worn out, 
these days 
the sweat of your brow 
no longer serves you! 
Tanks come from distant lands 
passing down your streets 
demanding to know 
why you were born! 
And you can say nothing. 
Soon, if this continues, 
it will be the course of progress 
to be denied learning. 
One speaks of the rights of man 
here and there. 
Do not believe those rumors! 
You see that nothing is in place now! 
We live in strange times my brother, 
arms dealing, 
governing the land. 
Is it so difficult to understand? 
They sell the merchandise of war! 
Come listen to my counsel. 
Don't marry, it is unsupportable 
to suffer the massacre of your children. 
The success of your affairs depends 
on producing fictitious enemies 
to menace... 
In this manner 
they take over small countries 
one after the other 
under the pretext of saving them. 
While you fight amongst yourselves 
others consume your underground resources. 
What should I tell you; 
do these times plant sorrow 
in your hearts? 
Be a little understanding! 
Increase the number of fratricidal wars, 
divide your people further 
to make the lives of the invaders easier. 
Do not forget that to destroy love 
requires only this: 
Live in a society without love 
and don't educate anyone... 
Live in the clarity of obscurity, 
depend only on yourself! 
The sun rises and sets on time... 
the throats of cocks are cut 
that sing before the hour! 
We live in strange times my brother, 
men make money with war dances 
and occupation... 
Do you not see the bombardments 
and the pillaging? 

By Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI 
Paris - 17.03.2003 
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français 
French free verse translated into English free verse 
by Joneve McCormick - 2003

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derelict house

Children filling it
with their running to and fro-
the derelict house.

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Longing of what was

Obstruction of what may come

Progress impeded

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The Wind

Thought I touched the wind 	
It reminded me of you	
Always on my mind

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Everyday Use

everyday use ~
Grandma's china comes out
only on Christmas

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In Your Beginning

in your beginning,
God gave living water; at 
birth, air for living

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Family Pictures

family pictures scattered haphazardly -- time stands still By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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The sadness of the past

Shall we be happy When we shall play the guitar Or shall we be sad Yesterday is far Yet it is clear in our minds How shall we see tomorrow Will we yearn again I hope to find the power To laugh in future I do miss the past But for how long should i cry Bygone is bygone The good foolish days Everything seemed fair and nice Shall never come back

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Recollections of the Sea

Echoes of the deep
Seeking the old woven tale
Of the past foretold.

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The glories of early days
Aesthetic windmills

Russell Sivey

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A crimson dragon-
fly, Why! never seen one of
those before, here; - my

Beach, these febriled oh-
pressive days, re-bleaching to
a 14Mil-Shill 

only "Ernst & Friends" 
only know; so I meande 
this other, other 

tres Yoga place, Ma-
ma & young Swan - Proustian? - 
decide to shore, so

smooth, they, as if guide,
tethered below, two Windfanned- 
down SnowFeathers, as

from a chapeau, no! 
degage` "Dolly Varden"
offered-over for
simple frags of the
bread at hand, some too in a 
tossing-up for the                

diminutive red-
bill Moorehen in the pecking                                                                                               
water, as hungry

mosqa do their thing
euchre - chancing - flitting a
pluck voracity 

against their Lives, this
yet another sad tingle...
and in a new bluff 

I fauxstrut from the
Love we breathed...  this, another

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Where did my life go?
I catch glimpses of places
people and young dreams

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'Yellow Rose of Texas' (Haiku # 14)

‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku  # 14

         A Lone Star Shone On
         A Yellow Rose of Texas
         and Bluebonnets Grown

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How I miss your kiss!
As if it’s the remedy
For my misfortunes!

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You live in your own inner city, which you bought in a 
silent auction.
You were again unable to cancel your debts.
Under your blackening eyelids you try to feel certain 
Without noticing your withdrawal from self, you leave for 
distant parts
by using your ropes of thought like a ski-lift.
Your shudders increase as you touch the numberless elements.
In your screams at the moment when you feel the jolts 
from the echoes
of your words crossing the threshold of your thought,
you send birds fleeing before you. As you breathe, your 
roses wither.
In your moments of madness, crystals fall from your roof.
As your field of thought shrinks, your city expands. You 
exhaust yourself
from running down the streets and avenues.
As the lamps of your voltage machines alight upon your 
your humans robotize themselves.
The toads in your dirty waters frighten even the crocodiles.
Your inner journey makes you grow older.
Your internal cries amplify themselves.
You manifest difficulties with forty paws.
The auxiliary cells of your laboratories do not give you
the opportunity to live any pleasurable moments.
While the fear indicator inside you slackens you through 
and through, you 
have not
even the possibility of speaking. With each movement of 
the clock,
the seasons rip themselves out of your heart.
Your solitude traverses your spirit without cease.

by Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Mantes la Ville  - 22.09.2002
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann - 16.02.2003

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Paradise Lost?

Where eagles fly high
And bison and deer run free,
The land of the brave.

Where the planes fly high
And highway and mall hold sway,
The land of the grave.

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Winter Snow

The calming effect
of immaculate colors
warms my frigid heart.

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That day of rainy season

I still remember
That day of rainy season 
When I missed you most.

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The Lone Starfish

The lone starfish writhes,
Forgotten by the vast sea-
It shrivels like skin.

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A broken lover was asking for a haughty rose
Through the dark of a past
I too rejoice the treacherous effort.

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smell the magnolia,
feeling the breeze on your face.
tasting coconut.

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The Hunter Has Become a Guide for the Birds

The hunter has become a guide for the birds,
his two faces
against two wings.

He has chopped down trees
to make a post
with small dried branches
for the birds to roost.

He has broken off flowers
to decorate this small tree
to cheer the birds.

He has put small stones
and large grains of wheat
on plates
so that the birds can eat.

He has constructed
posts with pencils
and towers with posts
from the ruins of the towers
so that the birds can take cover.

He has appended signatures,
each one different,
on dry leaves
with his two faces,
no one noticing.

After some time,
chasing the birds one by one,
he blows like a wind,
saying that judges and prosecutors
are his friends.

The birds, like many others,
quickly understand
and when the time is ripe
they emigrate
exchanging one thing for another,
finding another country,
agreeable people, trees,
grains of wheat on plates
and flowers of all colors...

while living peacefully there,
the hunter is of two faces
against two wings.

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI 
Mantes la Ville - 1998 
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français 
French free verse translated into English free verse 
by Joneve McCormick 

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the cerulean spread blots of azure and lilac a streak of crimson and vermillion shades of red.

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Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 

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Ghosts Hide In Water

ghosts hide in water

reflections of what is real

maybe real or not

(February 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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dandelion spores
scatter with a breath's wind~
I make a wish

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Minute yet splendid,
you flutter with elegance:
each move poised with grace.

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Perry Mason

lawyers have partners
Perry Mason had Paul Drake
and Della Street too

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Church and Vesey Streets, NYC

The steel birches shone
So tall in the global wood,
And then clear-cut rent.

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Super Bowl Blues

Packers--green, gold, white
Steelers--black, gold, white--colors 
just as close as scores

game ends--exhausted
bloated, eyes strained, throat hurt--sleep;
morning--traffic jam

sportscasters recap--
winners, losers, interviews;
at work now--bowl blues

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Alone at last

I sit here in my solitude;
Happy and content alas;
Too short the time has past!

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the train whistle's call 
a musical voice at dusk 
to announce the night 

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REUNION [Haiku 4]

Twenty years on, school.
faces same, attitudes and egos change
dissapointed why?

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The soft air whispers
Through a thick aged willow’s tress
With a kiss of spice.

Water trickles down 
And grazes mossy gray rocks
The calm embracing.

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I wrote my poems with my heart

I wrote my poems
with my heart
I strolled abroad
With my manuscripts,
drew my expectations
into my drawings
The avalanche of suffering
crushes me. 

I put years
on my back,
stored secrets
in my memory
Often I could not end

I was annoyed
by the hypocritical
before my eyes
The mothers gave birth
to tears
The orphans and the forlorn
distributed grief. 

I wrote my poems
with my heart
I strolled abroad
With my manuscripts,
drew my expectations
into my drawings
The avalanche of suffering
crushes me.

Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI 
Rueil Malmaison – 10.12.2005 
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick, 22.02.2006

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Let's Get Buzzed

billowing waters
caused by winds sudden onrush
electric surges

Tribute To The Sea

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Banzai Tokyo

Banzai Tokyo
Land lashing tsunami tongue
Godzilla is home

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Fiery red yellow
Iron plateaus blanketed
Flowers ignite earth

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX

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Surf Fishing is neat
Floor shifting beneath my feet
Like a blue satin sheet

By Robb A. Kopp

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Sorrows of the heart,
that were concealed for decades,
trickle down her cheeks.

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Nameless the First and Second

without my voice i
cannot sing, without my heart
i can only breathe

the sparrow waits in
silence, the clock holds its chime
voice and heart wander

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They Have Taken Their First Steps in My Heart

The pain first took hold of my wrists
In the heart within my heart
My sweet children
Took their first steps.
Rain drips on the windows
There is that which comes
From far away
With hands in handcuffs
I do not know the day or year of humanity...

Stars shine
Thanks to drops falling from trees
The moon springs tight a trap on my pessimism
For a night...

The pain first took hold of my wrists
In the heart within my heart
My sweet children
Took their first steps.

Copyright © Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Bor, 18.08.1974
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse 
by Joneve McCormick, 10.08.2005 

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The Mighty Tomcats

F-Fourteen Tomcats
protected the fleet all times
intruders beware

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I Remember

Labor Day
honoring those served
with remembrence

Tribute To
Fallen Soldiers

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Poured on hair and face,
Swept by winds of past
Freshness of the trees.

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my twinkling star-

my twinkling star-
if only it appears tonight.
the lonely pillow…

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Smoke from a chimbley
Like that from a warm campfire
Aromaed the night air.

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Grains of Sand

Weathered, eroded...
All these fragile stones and shells
now peacefully rest.

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'Moon-Tides' (Haiku # 7)

‘ Moon-Tides ’     Haiku # 7

   Moon on Ocean-Tide
Crested so High, and did Ride
     Surf-up To My Side

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Shaping Tomorrows

They are sinking
In the multiplication tables
While growing older
In a lack of emotional resources...
The differences
Are unnoticeable
In mirrors...
They are nailed
To loneliness.
The seasons
Are unnoticeable in their hearts...
The years
In their eyes
To them...
The revolution
Is not the result
Of the last few minutes
In their alphabet
There is a path
To curses.

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann., 2002

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Koi Pond

Koi Pond
Tranquil garden dream;
orange fish surface to catch food,
trickling waters.

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Rich Harvest

Rich Harvest

oats ripe for reaping

yield under the sharp scythe blade

sheaves of golden grain


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Supper Time

field peas with fat back
bubbling on the wood stove~
tummies rumble

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Scents of Summer

in the summer heat
luscious blackberries glisten~
cobbler scents the air

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last winter evening:

last winter evening:
the pink pillow I shake
reminds me of mom

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My lips wrapping round
Large red tomato  
Swallowing Summer

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX

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the One that didn't

Weighted minnow splashed….
Spawning crappie’s color flashed
Hook through the gill gashed

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX

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A warm reception.
Kindling a new romance.
The burn of an old flame.

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Meals Make Memories

          E    E
     H    .    .    S          memories
C   .       .       .   E            made   
---------------------         together
A N D    C U R D S
---------------------               just
B   .       .       .   R            eat &
     U    .    .    E                enjoy
          R    G

(By curds, I am referring to cheese curds.)

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Southern Beauty

MS Magnolia bloom's


Lured me

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Old Man Winter

top of old smokey
covered with frost - when bow breaks
old man winter blows

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At the Bank

Splashing of bullfrog
Catfish under old tree stump
Turtles on a log

By Robb A. Kopp

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Fragrant Beauty

Blossoms so fragrant 
Rare beauty seen nowadays 
Elderberry jelly.

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Love in disguise

Love in a stranger’s disguise
Came to me one day
But I couldn’t recognize!

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In the dull winter,
When all appears black and white
And earth in slumber;
I feel each splinter,
Each frozen sliver of spite,
And dream of summer.

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an old ear tilted
listening to the wind
red hawk soars above

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Wandering through aeons,
Nothing to find,
Except the same.  

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Southern Liquor

Tea kettle whistles;
As the life evaporates,
The brew soothes the soul.

In Loving Memory of Granny Pearl's Heavenly Homecoming

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'Pitter-Patter...' (Haiku # 9)

‘ Pitter-Patter ’   Haiku  # 9

        Pitter, Patter On
Windows, Roof… Now Car Alarm
 … A Hard Rock – Rain Song !

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Mulberry Tree

Long berries droop high
Above the ditch made sweet with
Grainy edibles.

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sparkling water of
a pristine stream rushing thru
to my summer dreams

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Rivers only leave

   Ruled by time and tide
never to return again
   Rivers only leave

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Fierce, thunderous winds,
                       As they swirl upon my skin,
Coming from within…

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'Robust Leaves' (Haiku # 3)

‘ Robust Leaves ’  Haiku # 3

Red, Gold, Yellow, Brown
Orange … Break and Blow-Around
Robust Leaves, Fall Down

(Hey folks... Can You Say Ornje (Smile)

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Tidal sands

Water rushes, sweeps.
Tide enfolds as ground moves round.

Feet engulfed. Swallowed.

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Bloom sunflower bloom
Twist and turn your lovely face
Seek sun’s warm embrace.

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Its long velvet reach
exceeds gold rose sheen into
summer's flick of days.

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Yellow, white blossoms
Along the barbed wire and posts-
Air drips with nectar

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Man in the Moon

A large face watched me
Bordered by shimmering trees
Along lit dirt roads.

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Passed On

Your face now a blur
 lost in the haze of twilight
  from days long gone by.