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Post by Please Delete on Apr 22, 2014 22:16:14 GMT -5
Grass on a blank page
Almost meaningful scribbles
Nearly forgotten.
Stuffed beneath the pillowcase
Or strewn upon the table.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 23, 2014 0:30:18 GMT -5
The dirt patch next door
Is suddenly dotted with
Tiny sprouts of green.
After three seasons of weeds
The neighbors will have a lawn.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 23, 2014 20:35:56 GMT -5
Running on empty
From one to many long nights
And early mornings;
Some men die of exhaustion
But for now there is just sleep.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 24, 2014 0:31:56 GMT -5
The clock downstairs peals,
Another half hour counted
As the night draws on.
How many such chimes have I
Counted on how many nights?
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 24, 2014 21:35:38 GMT -5
Tiny winged rat
Which flies this way and then that
'Gainst night's inky mat,
Pounces on a lonely gnat
silent as a jungle cat.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 25, 2014 1:45:38 GMT -5
Beneath the streetlight
The pavement seems to sparkle,
Puddles like ink pools.
The scent of rain follows me
As I pull my coat closer.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 25, 2014 22:06:44 GMT -5
Friends together
Meeting in the bamboo grove
And swapping stories
Freely flows the wine and meat
As, too, both laughter and tears.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 25, 2014 23:51:48 GMT -5
Poring over maps
Of a place I've never been,
Except in my mind.
Some day I shall walk those streets
And admire maple crowned hills.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 26, 2014 20:53:58 GMT -5
Dainty gentleman
Sitting In your night black suit
With red epaulets
What news do your have for us
From your grassy watchtower?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 27, 2014 0:12:28 GMT -5
The old house groans as
Rough winds rush down the alley
And batter the trees.
My aching head is not soothed
Even by a cup of tea.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 27, 2014 22:41:47 GMT -5
Wise, wild, witty words
Winding wastefully wayward
Waft with wistful winds;
What woeful, worldly wonders
Would one wanderer witness?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 28, 2014 1:05:50 GMT -5
The cool kiss of rain
Greets me as I hurry to
The laundry room door.
Inside it is warm as I
Sort and fold and stack my things.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 6:06:00 GMT -5
Returned to my home,
now I have to contemplate
working from my desk
instead of from the classroom
with people who really care.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 29, 2014 0:24:19 GMT -5
Vines drip with purple,
Petals hiding the arbor
With their bright cascades.
In spring, it is the fuji
Which is my favorite bloom.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 29, 2014 22:09:58 GMT -5
White and red blossoms
Bark their colourful brilliance
Even in the rain.
Flower of this eastern state
You put newcomers to shame.
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