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Post by Please Delete on Nov 27, 2015 22:10:19 GMT -5
November 24
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Worries all around
Tragedy both near and far
Both strangers and friends;
It can be hard to give thanks
When your heart is with others.
November 25
On seeing jet trails
Random cat scratches
On the unblemished surface
Of the clear blue sky;
Who knows where they are going
Those holiday travelers?
November 26
Thanksgiving
For friends and family
And life experiences-
Plus many more, yet;
We celebrate and give Thanks
With delicious food and cheer.
November 27
On sudden violence
The turbulent winds
Bringing violence and chaos,
Blow up suddenly;
Far away, I can only
Mutter a silent prayer.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 9:39:56 GMT -5
Though my work brings joy,
it's so nice to have more than
just two days to be
calm and take care of home things.
Complexity on Monday.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 28, 2015 22:39:35 GMT -5
Winter comes early The branches creak under a Glaze of heavy ice Maybe if I really try I can make it out of bed  |
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 29, 2015 0:45:15 GMT -5
Leaves blaze golden
In the cold morning sunlight,
Defying the wind.
The little gingko will soon
Be bare of her bright raiment.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 9:25:25 GMT -5
It's only when the
ice thaws that the rot sets in.
For now, cold preserves
the bright beauty of autumn.
You see, winter is a shrine.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Nov 29, 2015 11:34:26 GMT -5
11.22.15 - (a view just outside)
Without sheet music
Chimes begin their melody
In an Autumn wood
Where maple ballerinas
Perform intricate ballets.
11.23.15 - (sometimes clients can be demanding)
Like a well run dry
I have no more energy.
Efforts great and small
I watch as you discard them
Shoes squishing my everything.
11.24.15 - (probably my favorite of this post)
Crisp unread paper
Bound in a leather cover
Each new page reveals
Black inked words floating above
A white canvas for dreamers.
11.25.15 - (sometimes waking up early has its' perks
Oh what a morning
An orange sun surrounded
By a morning mist
Covering the landscape like
Sweet marmalade over toast
11.26.15 - (<3)
Happy Thanksgiving!
To my family and friends:
May your day be bright,
Your stomachs full of food, but~
Remember: eat dessert first!
11.27.15 - (the news holds no place in my heart today)
Eyes dry and bloodshot
Back breaking under the strain
Parched lips and dry skin
Cold nights with colder to come
And we turn our backs in fear?
11.28.15 - (my response to an argument)
By our sunset gate,
The Mother of Exiles weeps -
Weeps for her children,
Both for the fearful elder,
And the youngest just off shore.
What amazes her:
Fear is no substitute for,
"The New Colossus,"
And the elder's prejudice,
Does not ring true in her heart.
No, not in this house.
Here, at this Golden Doorway,
We do bathe in fear,
Nor do we take in those ships
Whose standard bears such hatred.
With these silent lips-
Nay, they cannot be silent!
We are guardians!
Tempest-tost we may have been,
But now we hold high the torch!
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 29, 2015 22:31:04 GMT -5
For Staffan, Jared and Galen.
Beneath an oak tree
Four friends met with swords in hand
To test their mettle.
Mettle is harder to test
When fighting injuries too.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 29, 2015 22:41:58 GMT -5
November 28
Spiderweb
Delicate beauty
In that eight legged weaver's
Wondrous creation
As fleeting as morning dew
Clinging softly to its stands
November 29
After the rain
Scattered from grey clouds
Soft, gentle rain falls about
Soaking the landscape;
Water releases the scent
Of the wet and fallen leaves.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 29, 2015 23:17:06 GMT -5
At this late hour
I put my head in my hands
And give way to tears
In this age of chaos I
Mourn for my well-ordered world
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2015 7:19:38 GMT -5
Relaxation ends.
It's back in the car and off
to this job of mine.
Better than other choices,
I suppose, but dang commute.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 30, 2015 18:55:52 GMT -5
The sun and the moon
Day into night into day
The world moves swiftly
I rise up from my sickbed
And wonder where the time went
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Post by akikonomu on Nov 30, 2015 23:17:16 GMT -5
November 30 Approach of Winter
Cold fog billows through
the tall dark evergreen trees.
Green lawns grow hoar frost.
The sound of a woodcutter
sounds the approach of winter.
November 31 Sounds of Night
As the house settles,
preparing for the night's sleep
the furnace fan whirs,
raindrops tap on the roof tiles
and jet planes drone overhead.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Dec 1, 2015 1:10:26 GMT -5
11.29.15 - (Reflection)
I am truly blessed,
This long awaited weekend,
Away from fast paced,
Has been the perfect recharge,
Let's hope the battery stays.
11.30.15 - (I like the idea of the dancing pen)
The pen has dried up.
No more ink flows to the page.
Does this mean the end?
Will it not get up and dance?
No, I just need ink refills.
to be continued...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 7:00:06 GMT -5
So much to get down
in black and white and so soon.
Don't cry over lost
time, get moving and do it.
We can still be all ready.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Dec 1, 2015 11:47:26 GMT -5
I could have sworn I posted this last night....
Another month ends
With chilly winds and the rasp
Of leaves on the path.
The nights grow ever longer
As the cold moon turns her face.
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