Tag: haiku
member name: James s F.
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March 08, 2006 09:04 PM EST --
Wings beat forgiveness,
White cranes grow one thousand strong -
Paper creased, folded.
- James Fox, * published in Potpourri . . . more
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July 21, 2007 01:39 AM EDT --
steaming soft and round
like petals falling open
a la horse droppings
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March 04, 2007 01:32 AM EST --
Wings beat forgiveness,
White cranes grow one thousand strong -
Paper creased, folded.
- James Fox, * published in Potpourri . . . more
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August 08, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
Vacation photo
Posing shirtless with your catch
You Harry Bass Ted
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July 25, 2007 05:37 PM EDT --
Beneath the gnarled oak,
I thought that twisted root moved-
black snake slithered off!
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July 16, 2007 02:09 PM EDT --
Soft gurgle beneath
Rhythmic chop of the paddle
Canoeing at dawn
- James Fox
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July 23, 2007 12:32 AM EDT --
Haiku Basics; at least these are those which I use for my muse.
Traditional Haiku is three lines of non-rhymed verse. The first line has but 5 syllables, the second, 7 syllables, and then . . . more
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July 24, 2007 06:34 PM EDT --
verdant to rusty
subtle change among the leaves
Chameleon wiles
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August 27, 2006 11:59 AM EDT --
Bronzed and gold neck chains.
His fortune from doing grass.
A damn good lawn man.
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July 16, 2007 02:10 PM EDT --
In the woods, hidden,
A young doe and spotted fawn
Hush! Footsteps pass by.
James Fox
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March 10, 2006 12:36 PM EST --
Verdant and ruddy,
Beckons the suitor draw nigh -
Visitor devoured.
- James Fox
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March 13, 2006 08:25 PM EST --
Fridge door stands open.
I stare, for she is away.
Dog hates my cooking.
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March 27, 2006 11:42 PM EST --
His letter unread,
I found it in his pocket.
It was him or me.
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April 12, 2006 02:14 PM EDT --
I thought I'd write a poem pedantic
and rhyme perhaps with semantic
but stumbled when I got to Moya
which perhaps rhymes with Sequoia
(and on east coast maybe with foyer.)
But she can't quickly . . . more
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March 10, 2006 03:12 PM EST --
Humid night, I sigh,
Too dang hot to swat that fly.
Safe it buzzes by.
- Jim Fox
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March 10, 2006 03:19 PM EST --
One hand baits the traps.
Just one hand to pole his boat -
Hates 'gators, he says.
- Jim Fox
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March 16, 2006 02:46 AM EST --
Walk? She's sure I said,
The silly dog twists her head,
Walk! Her joy- my health.
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March 20, 2006 12:07 AM EST --
Chic; 'old navy' clothes.
But not so, old army duds;
They think you homeless.
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March 27, 2006 11:35 PM EST --
Musket ball struck bone.
Not fatally for the bear.
Great, great grandpa died.
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March 31, 2006 02:30 AM EST --
I really love you.
Trust me, I'd not lie to you -
HIDE! My wife came home!
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