Early Summer Haiku Edited
ripening cherries
hanging on trees in daylight~
bats feasting at night;
at morning sunshine
wastage and garbage on ground~
harvest hopes shattered.
May peace follow you-said the half naked lady that breathed life into the night
Return the calm you took from me, fair lady of the sky
Every night I see you-
Just as I saw you with my lover,
And just as I saw you with my grief
Become new or I will cease the dark-
the dark permitting your presence
My presence is vowed said she-
See me not but you will feel the light of my soul.
Tomorrow I will become new-
You will always feel my pull, father of the ripening dawn
To extract me from your being is to cease your own existence
Early Summer Hiku 23
r -i -p e -n -I -n –g cherries
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g on trees in daylight
bats feasting at night.
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harvest hopes s ~h ~a ~t ~t ~e ~r ~e ~d.
ripening corn
swaying in the breeze
hula hula
(Oregon Coast, Oct. 2015)
The Ripening of Love
(for Carol)
The balance of power
Neither winning or losing, up or down
Even, harmoniously at ease,
Contented with whatever Life brings.
(1/31/24)
Miasma Ripening
by Odin Roark
The chaff of greed
Feeds the consumer-compost,
While urban disquietude
Marches in lockstep.
Decomposition rages…
Choked roads of sunbaked gridlock,
Spider web into house upon house,
Creating cubic-waste upon cubic-waste,
Richer,
Poorer,
Fancier,
Shittier.
Drive by Reality…
Poor eye the rich,
Rich eye endless wants,
Avarice-bloated ticks of debt
Cruise side by side,
Beamers in the middle lanes,
Teslas in the fast lanes,
Phony nails,
Phony tans,
Corporate coffee,
Frilly coffee,
Strip mall yoga,
Storefront Scientology,
Think it…
You can buy it.
“Parade” the operative word…
As flesh and blood window-mannequins
Masquerading as humans,
Bedeck themselves in ugly clothes,
Garish clothes,
Supplied by the ever-surging China.
Just as toxic denial continues,
So too the enslavement’s rising stench,
Its ripening enticement lingering,
Its seductive aftertaste addictive,
Oh, so addictive.
My love, my love, I’d love to tell
Was just as fair as one may be
Her lovely eyes like waves that swell
Athwart the pearl-laden sea
Her lips were sweet and just as lush
As red roses, fresh, one to kiss
Her voice in song is like the rush
Of rivers those who sing with bliss
Her hair as gold as sunshine rays
Her skin as white as driven snow
Her touch like first of summer days
When high the golden sun does glow
She is an elf, an elfin queen
Upon her hair, the bloom of spring
And in her eyes, her soul, a sheen
A beauty, fresh and ripening
© 2013 Gleb Zavlanov
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