posted on Jun, 17 2009 @ 04:22 AM
Originally posted by whaaa
There is a traditional form to Haiku but here it is the spirit that matters.
Thank you for your contributions and may your spirit soar.
Ladies in Summer
off to lunch
wearing high heels
gently huge baby
ripens, bee hobbles, pauper
Love in an Atomic Spring
Feel the crispy dead
Chew the tender head, and succulent legs.
Iam white they are yellow
Iam quite mad and so English Autumn sad.
Reach for that God that says he is mine
Iam lost Iam that of the unkind
On a field, ye say a meadow . I cry whatever
It is a place of death, tears for multiple fears
English ....we are none faded culled just gone