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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 8, 2018 20:35:44 GMT -5
8 November 2018
The heat reaches down under the skin and brings forth waterfalls, drowning the much-preferred drought beneath an undesired deluge
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 9, 2018 10:09:50 GMT -5
Again my eyes burn With unshed tears as I rise With the smoke stained sun. I wait for news of my friends While Paradise becomes Hell.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 10, 2018 13:42:07 GMT -5
Dammit, Facebook, I Was actually trying To read that item. Please stop refreshing my screen When I have not asked for it.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 11, 2018 13:48:34 GMT -5
11 November 2018
Our kingdom has been beset by raging tempests, but the nests still live; the skies rush softly as four bright new pelicans take flight.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 11, 2018 23:46:45 GMT -5
It's eight forty one On a Sunday night and I Still must write today. Head cold and heartache make for Feeble poetry subjects.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 12, 2018 12:18:51 GMT -5
It's eight forty one On a Sunday night and I Still must write today. Head cold and heartache make for Feeble poetry subjects. Rest and take your ease. While a heart swollen with grief is a sign of love, it is also a burden that deserves its own repose.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 12, 2018 13:55:10 GMT -5
12 November 2018
After months of work to reinvigorate a dreary tank, I find an unexpected reward; the fish no longer fear me.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 12, 2018 18:33:21 GMT -5
With tales of heroes Beloved by so many, He taught and amused. Storytellers are heroes As much as their creations.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 13, 2018 20:07:10 GMT -5
13 November, 2018
I am only a small light in the face of such a terrible storm, but no matter the wind's strength, I refuse to be blown out.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 14, 2018 21:29:01 GMT -5
14 November 2018
The rain is playing my roof like a bodhrán. I miss the raucous snare of my old home's metal roof, but this will do just as well.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 15, 2018 0:15:36 GMT -5
My day consists Of all the duties no one Else wants to deal with. Left undone, these unseen tasks Would quickly make themselves felt.
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Post by momoyama on Nov 15, 2018 1:59:45 GMT -5
I did it again! missed half a month of poems Where to begin now? Time it does not wait for us, now or never, we move on
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 15, 2018 8:32:30 GMT -5
15 November 2018
Abandon joy? No. I take delight in wonder, not cynicism that demands you should poison the well of another's love.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 16, 2018 1:14:51 GMT -5
Far away fire stirs A fog that reddens the sun And hides the city. That stinging veil is woven With the threads of blackened dreams.
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Post by momoyama on Nov 16, 2018 2:23:05 GMT -5
Simple yet profound a hollow tube of bamboo- gently parted lips How many years will it take? to master a single song
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