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Haiku 24
By; Tom Wright
2003
Forbidden passion
Suchlike pre frost persimmons
Screams of bitterness;
Love! Gifted me a world of vacuity...
Here, I can't breathe.
Here, I don't recognize myself.
There is no way from here.
It is suchlike a black-hole.
I'm alone here.
All I can have is our founding memories,
Nothing else.
Where are you?
You don't wish me to be with you?
The world of vacuity,
where I lost myself !
©malavikavipin
A two-legged canvass
in crimsons and blues
dragons ginormous
and suchlike tattoos
Diamonds and rare gems
that shimmer and shine
flowers on long stems
with sleek strokes and lines
Exciting ones hid
in crannies and nooks
all that's forbid;
condemned by the Book
Exposed on the outside
pleasing to prudes
on out-of-sight hide
erotica and nudes
DELYSIA HENDRICKS
Oh, such amorous flamenco
A bailaora who whirls fervidly
Nascent paltriness, a winged coo
Unruffled yet sways seamlessly
To grasp is to grin and bear it
To ace is quite an arduous drill
To master is to act with grit
And delectate the peachy whirl
One oblique pennant of breath
Suchlike to humane multitude
Defiance from old shibboleth
A vagueness of life’s certitude
09.23.17
How delicate and how fine the dust
Diffusing to everywhere in the country
Making all the cities and villages twilight
Suchlike watching a fairyland legendary
The movements of People in the fog
Alike fairies flying lost in sullen cloud
Laughter can be heard without a doubt
But not a shadow could be worked out.
I am now beyond able to comprehend
The mystery of this broad eastern land
the Storm rages in your hair
made of sand and lovely gold dust,
crabs and camellia
surge on, delicate
you're born like this
the Storm rages over the contours
of your body suchlike swallow's
made of amber and pearliness
and quicksilver tinge
now surge on, delicate
you are the Maelström
the Storm rages through your
fingers like honeysuckle rods
and late at night
I'll be your mirror
so surge on, delicate
'cause you are the Maelström
What made this day a chill
suchlike an approaching winter,
where clouds absorbed the lit,
of the melting heat of summer?
What gave the sky a pour
of a storm with gloomy water?
Brought by the dimmed clouds,
was the rain of howling somber.
What forced the light to hide
above the mourn of a day?
Shading the dampened land
with a tone of mostly gray.
Strong wind passes by,
pushing every smile away.
But after this cold weather,
will darkness gonna stay?
The world is somehow a pomegranate
Every individual of us in it is the seeds
Having stayed similar to juicy tastes
Holding together long yawning for grace
Dreaming to germinate in the spring breeze
And to grow up and stand tall in the soil
Blooming virtually and quietly in the Sun-rays
And to appeal the amethyst for your please
Oh, lord! You'd be proud of thee for all
For so many myths, you leave there to face
And so many choices given alike in blind dates
the dust has finally settled
hearts now sigh in relief
the guests have left at last
nobody’s turned a new leaf
the conversation was lively
mischief pervaded the air
without meaningful content
executed with aplomb and flair
life role by us thus enacted
dynamic stillness in motion
within the mundane atmosphere
yet savours soma nectar potion
our heart’s secret goes unnoticed
even by near and dear ones
as we remain vibrant throughout
innumerable suchlike reruns