A road to nowhere
And all the time O to dare,
My mind took off still.
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Haiku |02.06.2021|
Poet’s note: This is how one might feel about unexplored hills and woody tracks these days in pandemic locked-down places. Our minds can take off still to a trip of imagination!
IN _
the white painted gate
two deciduous trees as a frame
_ many roadless memories ...
_ gray concrete - stealing the nature
_ EXIT
08/11/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Along the Roadless sky
Across the strange clouds
Around the universe
Wander you a widow moon
Written poems of outer face
Soft light inside pain
Not known tears by sleepers
Wander you a mother moon
Caught in to the bad luck of Saturn
Displaced without a shelter
Looking for the fate love
Wander you a bachelor moon
Everything abandoned leaving home
Freedom for unsatisfied life
In the motion world, goodness for others
Wander you a saint Moon
Unrevealed secrets beneath the earth
Bonding to a contract for a reword
Wearing a suit of fake face
Wander you a spy moon
Udaya R. Tennakoon
No
no name
frozen rose
lost cause
and so simpleminded that it is
mindless
Quickstep my dear
that or Slow fox
no labdance
(my ***** is only for pissing)
I own 6 nights and 8 days
they are only mine
(and yours
and yours
and yours
and yours)
need more
but the bank is closed
and my cash is spent
on cigarettes, beer and uncomfortable shoes
made in China
by a heartless little girl
who humped the neighbour’s son
and then just ignored him
for no reason at all
he killed him self
(who wouldn’t?)
Empty stone
frozen rose
lost cause
roadless journey
bodyless traveller
no need to hitchhike
you will get picked up
Heartless little girl
no name
no face
Winter here I come (and where the f.... is my Igloo?)
Broken bones
happy smile
today
green meadow and tired back
will meet
these trees never give up
(but refuses to tell me how they manage).
Lars Eriksen 2005
The lurid moon-
Dim as an eye,
squinting, and
waning unnoticed in
the despair of darkness,
like souls that trudge
through the roadless
vast transit of Sheol.
Guideless wanderers
lost: no spirit, essence,
nor aim.
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