MONOKU SEQUENCE #A
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
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a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
Categories:
perambulator, poetry, word play,
Form: Monoku
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dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
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listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie
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the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
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on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
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moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
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carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
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footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
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filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
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a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
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at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
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a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
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between wind and water - skating on black ice
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shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
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as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
.
a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
Categories:
perambulator, poetry, word play,
Form: Monoku
The little imp bawled lustily
as it lay in its perambulator
there by the water fountain
in a secluded garden
right in the middle of a concrete jungle,
disturbing my elevated thoughts
that churned and churned inside my mind
on how to kill those pesky flies
that infested my rundown abode.
It was no use for me
to kick any brilliant idea around,
so long as that pesky brat
disturbed the silence all around.
Why even the doves stopped cooing
and other birds stopped chirping,
whilst most decided that 'twas best
to search for a quieter place.
So I walked up to his comely nurse
sitting contentedly on a bench
and scratching my unshaven face
I quite politely asked
why the little cherub cry so much!
She looked me up and down
and down and up, no doubt
disgusted by what she discerned.
"Maybe he's seeing a devil,"
she replied, cooing at the cherub
that made its bright new pram
quiver with yelping wails.
"Or maybe he's thirsty,"
scathingly I replied.
Cherub my foot, I thought.
And sighing I slowly repaired
back to my solitary bench
and thought and thought on
how I could kill those parasites
that bothered me as much
as that little cherub in the pram.
Categories:
perambulator, child, cry,
Form: Free verse
Monoku is a senryu/haiku with a slight enigmatic flavour written in its earlier as a one line form
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dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
*
listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie
*
the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
*
on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
*
moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
*
carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
*
footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
*
filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
*
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
*
at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
*
a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
*
between wind and water - skating on black ice
*
shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
*
as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
.
a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
"
Categories:
perambulator, imagery, words,
Form: Monoku
For years I've hugged a dream
Not a very lady-like one
But then again
Who said, I am a lady?
Not me!
I want a pile of rustic junk
A few bicycles
A perambulator
A pile of wood
Nails plus aged string
So that I may finally set about
Creating
My favourite thing!
There is no need for long drawn
out plans
Blueprint, mentally stored
Dare I say?
Yes! I'm good with my hands
The item of my affection
My ultimate dream
Building a go-cart for deep
gradient
Screams
Of joy, exhilaration
Still on the back burner
But anticipation
With dogged OCD
Knowing myself and the core of
me
One day when I'm even older
than I already am
I'll relish the disassembling
Of one ancient pram
To create my most desired of
visions
A go-cart with side brakes
And steering precision
Categories:
perambulator, inspirational
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Hell you say
So tell me really where is hell
Shall I, should I maybe tell
Things are rough in your perambulator
From time of birth, nips like a Gator
At 2 I’d lurk under a shack
Me and the pig were hard to track
A small boy tried to poke my eyes out
Pointy scissors had the lout
His momma ordered the attack
He jabbed and poked
But me pig fought back
Much squealing from me one true mate
The pig and I made our escape
Bully’s bashed me at the school
Dad taught me fisticuffs
At 6 straight lefts, and it was cool
I hammered a few scruffs.
Subtle hell is here with us
The preacher doesn’t know it
Crap gets a little deeper plus
Location, the suffering bit
Don Johnson
Categories:
perambulator, adventureme, me,
Form: Rhyme
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
.
a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
Categories:
perambulator, life, people, sad
Form: Monoku