lesson in horn haiku
my horn haiku are
5-7-5 in vowels when
each line likes to rhyme
within horn haiku
is neither punctuation
nor capital letters
haiku normally
has three lines in each section
never will rhyme though
when will how with who
where what or why have to do
Jesus told me true
when Jesus was born
he saved us from sin and scorn
beauty would adorn
corn
forlorn
horn
morn
**** (Good heavens)
torn
worn
sane we would remain
when Christ would have a campaign
remove sin and strain
cane
crain
dane
forbane
gain
grain
inane
Jane
lane
pain
rain
stain
train
Ukraine
Abagail Edan
bale
dale
entail
fail
frail
gale
grail
hail
jail
mail
male
nail
pale
prevail
rail
sail
shale
trail
stale
tail
veil
whale
You can always surely do search
for all the words which will rhyme
all of the time that have been
sublime.
What makes my art great is not whether somebody else likes it or not , the fact that I created it with the spirit of a love of art ,beauty and expression, my art flows out of me like beautiful swirls of the most elegant colors the eyes could behold ,eloquent words flow from my fingers, harmonious tones from my lungs, my body sways like a crain in its favorite summer pond, my art is me and I approve of it
The word of God is our teacher
coming down just like the rain
watering our crop over it all
evenly spread never being in vain
God speaks from heaven above
seeking to distil it as the dew
through His authorative inspired word
drinking all His truth His people grew
We are like grass being so tender
receive the rain so gently spread
just like God’s living active truth
affecting our heart tenderly read
Showers pour upon the herbs
watering deeply down at it’s root
all for God’s glory to be shown
so it’ll sprout forth with good fruit
(‘May my teaching drop as the crain, my speech distil as the dew, like gentle rain upon the tender grass and like showers upon the herb.’ Deuteronomy ch. 32 v.2)
Tropical rain forest gracious beauty grand and small
North of the equator from our scale it begins at our wests wall
Rising vapor flows a river twords the sunlights ever turning call
Mud pits splot, moisture hides here a lot, it warms as the lava flows
Vines whip as the air grows stale and sticks, happy is the Crow
The river rises and then again picks up speed for a circle and dips it's feet
The Harboring Crain decides to move. Leaving it's sticks furrow glued
It's working a global groove nothings ever new
No surprises the oldest extents of on going crises
Who made the worlds,
who made the seas,
And all the twinkling
stars that be?
Who made the night
who made the day,
And who made man
from a peice of clay?
Who made the flowers
who made the bees
Who made the mountains,
who made the trees?
Who made the deserts
who made the streams,
Who made the moon
and the bright moon beams?
God did, God did,
See the things that God did .
Who made the rain ,
who made the snow,
Who made the wind
and he pretty rainbow.?
Who made prairies
of waving grain
And who made the
noisy old whooping crain?
Who made Moms
who made Dads,
Who made lassies
and who made lads?
Who sent You
for me to love?
Betcha God did
from above.
God did, God did
see all the things that God did.
God did, God did
are'nt you glad that God did?
God did,God did
I'm sure glad that God did.
My attempt at childrens poetry. Aug. 1989