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Stray No Longer

STRAY NO LONGER (quadruple Haiku) just one kind presence soft voice and a caring way on a dismal day a day of hunger a day of constant watching each foreign movement the boys had thrown stones hiding place safe no longer but then from above this round jolly face a voice would soothe the angels he’s inside warm safe

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/1/2010 10:54:00 AM

Interesting thoughts that you have penned in this one..Keep the creative pen flowing...Sara

Marie Harrison

Date: 6/5/2010 2:50:00 PM

Beautifully arranged haiku!

John Rhinem

Date: 5/26/2010 8:19:00 AM

Smile, ahh, I like this! It seems to be possibly, a reflective write of perhaps oneself? Or, perhaps a compassionate verse, revealing the heart of the poet inside! Either or, it is a very lovely and flowing write indeed! It is always nice when one finds a picture so bright! "Perfect!" ~ Smile, "May Your Day Be Graced Amid Warmth & Love," John! ~ "Bye":)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/25/2010 6:59:00 AM

Daver, look between my lines. I hope you realized my hunger poem was not of the physical kind! Let me go find one of your first poems now! Luv, andrea

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/24/2010 11:33:00 PM

OH, how nice. And you sure are good with your strays. I wish I had a cat like that snowly one you described. LUv, andrea

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 5/24/2010 6:32:00 PM

Nice haikus with apt images

Date: 5/24/2010 2:06:00 PM

I like the progression in this series. Much for the reader to reflect on here. Keep up the good writing. Thank you for your kind comment. Karen

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 5/24/2010 10:02:00 AM

Your poem reminds me of when i was a kid,We used to ring door bells and run. .i remember too,once there was a band ,a man with tromböne instrument,I picked a bunch of colored paper strings from the floor,It was a village feast,i remember his frowning face still,as i threw the bunch in his tromböne,stones is another thing though,its no joke,glad the man is safe,I can hear that voice,guess its God's. .great poem .Mucg enjoyed..Charma

Skat A

Date: 5/24/2010 8:57:00 AM

EXCELLENT MR. DAVER, NO REASON 2 WONDER. ALWAYS A FAV OF MINE, NO MATTER THE MOOD, HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY. LLUUUVVV IRMA

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 5/24/2010 8:36:00 AM

Good Haikus, Daver

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/24/2010 8:14:00 AM

enjoyed Daver, another joy reading your poetry today. Keep him safe and warm,..p..d

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 5/24/2010 8:08:00 AM

Very intriguing, Daver. You have the reader wondering who the "jolly" man with the soothing voice is. Pefect rhythm and meter in your poem about the "one kind presence" who gives these boys solace. Love, Carolyn