Sorry Tanka Poems

Sorry to write such depressing things.  I just have to process what is happening.

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Fifth of November
One quarter from age eighty
Memories intact…
Sorry to those in metric
Twenty five percent to go

 © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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Summer is ending 
hot days filled with outside fun, 
our sleeping in late. 
August ends our days off ~ done, 
back to school we must...

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Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

2 Place

Childhood...

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Violets in blue  
you say they match my two eyes   
blue eyes are crying     
I wish you were...

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Cold wet winter winds 
plenty of snow to play in 
snowmen to build ~ sleds. 
Hot chocolate to drink up, 
soft furry blanket ~ cuddle....

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Family and friends                        ...

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Season bugs are we
fulfilling well earthly role
created* to live
sorry for the itch and lumps…
we forgive your pesticides.

*Colossians 1:16 For by him (GOD) were all things...

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This morning I awoke
I am red from head~toe
I look silly


Last night I was dinner
they feasted on me
I filled them up


Tonight comes a trap
a net around...

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So sorry, I’m late,
Hate to keep time though love date,
She said at the gate.
But you see, if I’m not late,
Where are thrills of anxious wait?
______________________________
Tanka...

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On multiple planes
sing infinite socio-bytes
my waters flow pride
as they hide from sorry eyes
my hourglass tears turn to dust...

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Sorry I’m too bright 
but you don’t know how I hide;
It’s not everything 
I will not be a bother;
I’m sorry I care so much....

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Woe to the city of blood,
full of lies,
full of plunder,
never without victims!

Nahum 3:1 NIV

FORGETTING JONAH

Nineveh suffers.
turn your back...don’t feel sorry.
how the mighty cry
in their evil-wicked...

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~ God  Sees  It  All  ~
( Double Tanka   )


~O~


God just sees it all
You can be sure He sees you
He...

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dedicated to Paul Callus
it never will be enough
my mere sorry 

a village pump
quenched many thirsty children
hot summertime days
water pumped from mother earth
Paul Callus still remembers
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