had another bill
which was with frill after frill
heard from high on hill
we sailed to Shallotte
which we had done in big boat
to find place to vote
you should see him smack
which he wanted to have back
also wanting slack
we want a sanction
which would offer persuasion
prevent invasion
Putin a pervert
people he has liked to hurt
did treat them like dirt
My Horn Haiku of the Day
based on Daily News and
Will Smith whose wife has
a skin condition.
Anu's obsessed my unbearable love,
Sometimes a bewildered body.
I attended the intense moment
Deliberately spreading fire sparks,
Dive and swim in the deep infinite sea.
I continue to descend to the shore of the sea; And
Slowly remove the sand from the soles of the feet.
Feeling overwhelmed by the lining of fear
In uncertain untalk shiver
The mind's shaken by the waves,
I give a few grains'grain seeds to shop in future
In the defiled body of the transparent soul,
In that sweet cruel sea.
Anu jingles once in a while
Feel the warmth deep in the mind
On a cloudy evening in Shravan
Shake your heart; In love
In the foam of separation bubbles
What an arrogant yet miserable sea.
Your teary wet eyes
Opens the cover of my distant thoughts
Give thrilling words; And
Feel free to support me
Say ah come down !!
Pressing a huge whip of lips on my tiny chest,
In the silent cry of your greatness;
I'll enter the last cave
One forest in the dark,
Arc light spreads heart to heart
The indifferent breath of serenity released in secret; And
At the same time, laughter echoes in the heart.
A frill on the fringe
Edging closer to flounce called life,
Not so much for the bounce
Nor cutting it with a knife.
I'd rather sashay through it
Quaffing it in a gulp,
Don't wait for a pulp,
Nor boutonniere of this verse,
Open it like your precious purse,
And then, with it you go,
And then, with it you flow.
An Opus to be made for us
With not much of doubt or any fuss,
Sprinkle salacity that is pure
Cultured and streamed down on us like a cure.
Let it be puissant
As it is in fact short lived,
So sui generis and never retrieved.
A-s you wake from slumber,
R-ising beacon brings light;
I-t's a wonderful Tuesday,
E-ver fresh morn is in
S-ight.
P-ouring rain disappears,
O-ne new dawn has broken;
N-o place for dusk and chill,
T-wilight has just hidden.
E-arly sun is burning bright,
J-anuary twenty-fourth day;
O-ne achievement is seen in the cap's frill display.
I wanted to write a poem
About the Daffodil
But when I tried to fit it
In a form, it lost all its thrill
I wanted to say how lovely
Swaying upon the hill
Dancing in the morning breeze
Sporting her yellow frill
Daffodils fill my senses
Like a tulip in springtime
Like a star studded midnight
Like a fire on cold winter's eve
Their bright golden center
Like a golden sunrise
Daffodils in spring centre
Even when clouds fill skies
Daffodils light up my life
When my hope had gone
From winter's drear strife
Daffodil you help me go on
For your bright sunny
Center lights up my life
You are nature's bonny
Excellent flower of highlife
(Kind of borrow some from "Annie's Song" sung by John Denver...