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Post by Please Delete on Apr 11, 2013 21:59:26 GMT -5
11 Apr
Woodsmoke fills the air--
A heady, cloying perfume
Amidst the blossoms.
Can winter melt so quickly
Into summer barbeques?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 12, 2013 1:55:58 GMT -5
The street is quiet,
Light shines from a front window
At this late hour.
I try to tread softly as
I pass my neighbor's front door.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2013 10:44:56 GMT -5
"Are you out of your
gourd?" the merchant asked the man
shopping on a hot
summer day in the market.
"Nope, I still have water left."
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 12, 2013 13:54:11 GMT -5
"Are you out of your gourd?" the merchant asked the man shopping on a hot summer day in the market. "Nope, I still have water left." He wins. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 12, 2013 21:52:03 GMT -5
12 Apr
Hanging in the dark
From behind the pine-branch clouds
A lone night blossom;
Has the rabbit run away
From the hunter's taut drawn bow?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 12, 2013 23:19:52 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2013 5:58:18 GMT -5
Trials of my work
days are over for the week.
Today begin the
endless trials of the things
I do in my scant leisure.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 13, 2013 21:54:31 GMT -5
13 Apr
In this dew drop world
We are ever floating down
Like wind-swept blossoms
Now has come and now has gone
And what is is now what was.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 14, 2013 1:00:45 GMT -5
A slice of moonlight
Shaped like a smile, or perhaps
The hull of a boat.
It rides above my road home,
Waiting for I know not what.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2013 16:54:08 GMT -5
Sleep late in the morn.
Work hours in the wood shop.
Cocktails on the porch.
It's not a life of leisure,
but with good weekends, who cares?
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 14, 2013 21:43:23 GMT -5
14 Apr
Bright springtime blossoms
Clothing trees and perfuming
the clean April air;
Why must you be so fleeting--
Disappearing with the wind?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 14, 2013 22:02:02 GMT -5
Were they all real men Or the imaginings of Those who sculpted them? Two millennia old, they Gaze back at me in silence  |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2013 7:43:58 GMT -5
When the weekend is
concluded, how do I go
back to my weekday
job and sit all day behind
and sit on my benumbed butt?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2013 12:17:34 GMT -5
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 15, 2013 21:53:58 GMT -5
15 Apr
Amidst tragedy,
Who are we to ponder on
Trivial matters?
Words turn to dust in our mouths--
Our brushes are out of ink.
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