Haiku #22 (betwixt ditty diotts)

betwixt ditty dots
the minutiae sublime--
candid candy ears

Haiku #21 (In winters dark womb)

In winters dark womb
a promise for lively spring--
a breath of fresh air

Haiku #20 (Man invents God)

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Man invents god.
God creates nature
and  the rest's history

Haiku #19 (sun lights the night sky)

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sun lights the night sky--
natures veils are translucent
for all eyes to see

Haiku #18 (check, bet, raise, or fold)

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in the game of life
success has a hefty price--
Check, bet, raise or fold

Haiku #17 (nine-one-one)

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He says "I love you".
She replies; “no time for that”.
Calling "nine – one – one."

Haiku #16 (Seasons are friends)

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The seasons are friends--
cold winter and pleasant spring
like the dog and deer

Haiku #15 (Almost there with bliss)

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almost there with bliss-
all eyes on the horizon's
passionate sunset

Haiku #14 (My house has caught fire)

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My house has caught fire--

there's much talk but less action

whilst mother's burning

Haiku #13 (what is the matter)

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What is the matter?
The matter is everywhere
and I matter too 

Haiku #12 (Juxtapose)

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Juxtapose--
the Student, his pen and book
just like hills, lakes and valleys.

Haiku #11 (Winter approaches)

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Winter approaches
and the days become shorter--
life is staged to start.

Haiku / Senyru #10 (Distinction teaches)

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Prefer this or that
it doesn't really matter--
distinction teaches.

Haiku #9 (Nature has its way)

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natures way-
rolling stones gather no moss.
whilst the chicken coop stinks. 

Haiku #8 (Good riddance)

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I say "good morning
there will be good days ahead!"
You say "good riddance".

Haiku #7 (Winters Coming)

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winter is coming-
greener pastures over there
but the hay is here

Haiku #6 (The Ultimate Prayer)

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The ultimate prayer-
The strength of perseverance
amidst all hardships.

Haiku #5 (Prayer for Poets)

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Prayer for Poets--
Give me the inspiration
to find the right words.

Haiku #4 (Life is Ironic #1)

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Life is Ironic.
The puppet dances with joy
because it is free.

Haiku #3 (The Games People Play #2)

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The games people play.
The fish is much curious
Until it gets hooked. 

Haiku #2 (The Games People Play #1)

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The games people play- 
A cougar camouflages
way before it preys

Haiku #1 (I came I saw, I...)

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I came and I saw-

I came, I saw, I conquered

then withered away.

Slogans

Many slogans are chanted in this world
which can lead to much goodness or much harm.
But perhaps the worst of all of those are:
“Us versus them” or “take the money - run”.

The Art of an Autumn Sunset

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Tea Time Rhapsody

<Originally written on February 19, 2007> 

An open-bistro in Boat Basin's stench,

where a green tacky dangling diner set, 
sits six friends off and around a square bench.
Cheap china spread upon a matted net.                                      
Ambiance such; a piper spends his time
blowing a tune, amidst a bustling knot. 
Waiter quests to collect much needy dime,
fulfilling the order: 'six teas brought hot'                          

Friends take each others' in sheer amusement                              
Each work to fabricate, a niggling tweak,
None wins, nor can escape from this torment 
Finally all hush, to get one to speak

Lifting his cup to the awaiting plea
He smirks "Um this is not my cup of tea"

The Passerby

<Originally written on February 18, 2007>

On the break of dawn, the people they resurrect

Waking from dreams and nightmares,
to live a day which shall end tomorrow

A mother she prepares a lunchbox, and waves goodbye
to the workingman who sits in his worn-out Volvo,
buckling the seat belt of his school bound child.
They ride on, the morning sun glaring off the dashboard,
the radio it speaks of a broken home. 
The father he puts the volume high.
The child he asks, "Dad what is a broken home?"
The father he replies, "Son your school is here,
I shall tell you when you get back home.

At the toll of noon, the people they rejuvenate
Waking from dreams and nightmares,
To live out the story of the day

The mother she calls a friend, "My husband can't put
food on the table no more, I'm thinking of leaving him".
An employee is called in the bosses office,
"Your Performance has dropped;
we're laying you off because we feel that you're troubled at home."
The employee he walks out, angry and disillusioned
He screeches his car off in frustration to speeds at which
One shouldn't be. In the midst a passerby, he remarks 
"People who abuse life like that, don't deserve to live"

At the nadir of the sun, people they discriminate
Waking from dreams and nightmares,
to fade with the remainder of the dying day.

The Wife she rushes to the hospital, where the doctor
mournfully says "I'm sorry we tried our best but your 
Husband, the passerby didn't make it. The car which hit him, did him for good.
He was a brave man, May God grant him peace."
The mother she wept her way back home. Devastated, not knowing how to break the news to her only son. The student, back at home revising the lesson he learned at school today from a man named Shakespeare, who says - "All the world's a stage…"

In the silent hours of the night, the people they contemplate.
Waking from dreams and nightmares,
They ponder at the purpose of this life.

Sifting Away

Oh I'm sifting away, my life from loots 

Oh I'm sifting away sand from my boots
Is there anything left in what you say
That I shouldn't consider throwing away?

And there is nothing left in all my strife
It had numbed so much, that it cut by knife
And now I'm here, aiming at the bin
throwing away - all what you came to win.

Oh I'm sifting away, the dirt from a vice
Oh I'm sifting away, meat from this slice
Is there anything left you want to say
that forever should be kept, here to stay?

And for once I'll feel a winter so warm,
wandering around somewhere in a swarm.
And is there any memory I should keep,
before I burn all bridges and take a leap?

Oh I'm sifting away, my heart from a maze
Oh I'm sifting away, flowers from the vase
Is there anything left - perhaps in a word,
that could take me so high, flying like a bird.

Oh I'm sifting a way of ‘sifting away’.
Oh I'm sifting away, of sifting a way.