A few more Samhain apples on Haiku Halloween

 

writing poetry 
this a party on the beach
sand building castles

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writing a novel
you're climbing Mount Everest
no ropes or Sherpas 

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endemic hatred
this epidemic racism
wake up and live right

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why peace always fails
greedy kings and presidents
power loving wealth

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each step after step
hand in hand with holiness
treading sacred's path

 

 

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Halloween Haiku

Autumn's frigid night
Halloween magic is here
Samhain welcomes fey

 

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sun draped autumn leaves
nature surrendering itself
changing vibration

            

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earth's evolution
revolving around our sun
universal time

 

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why do we
wear these masks
why should we
ever actually ask
why is profit
deemed as right
why is purposeless
seemingly so wrong
lines of light
circles of black
geometry of white
all those things
we actually see
so many things
we truly need
light made us
finds us real
darkness holds us
beyond truth's zeal
why not walk
instead of run
living stitched life
work's never done
why not speak
in appealing verse
instead of bitching
rhetoric speaks worse
that intrepid bus
we always ride
scratching effort's itch
what about us
our human side
this long journey
some where further
worthy absolute you
beyond corporate me
life is song
if we want
that to be
what is wrong
with being free
that staid reflection
of what is
you and me
that brave predilection
of mind's eye
what we see
how we do
who we are
all this is
truth by far
shadow and light
madness and fright
all that sacred
what seems right
all that detectable
delectable morning delight
life long insight
why do we
dream these dreams
why should we
live philosophical schemes
how can this
simply be all
there ever is
when every ocean
exalts universal themes
when stars align
lines rimming light
circles of black
that geometric white
all those things
we actually do
so many things
we always think
as life goes
we truly see
round and round
in perfect time
let effectual light
respectfully holding us
within contextually complete
perfect universal rhyme

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if I
certainly could
but I
undoubtedly won't
I know
I should
but openly
I don't
my lips
remain sealed
cage those
engaging words
speaking meaning
my eyes
wide open
but just
exactly what
must I
truly see
I heard
beseeching vibration
but only
that one
of me
reached knowing
love's inner
spectral ghost
justifying tenure
preaching prayer
respectfully revealing
marked motion
another layer
archangel notions
ascension unsealed
regal planets
involving time
amused stars
solving rhymes
abstruse God
forgive me
black holes
chanting romance
obtuse holes
chasing answers
while eternity
remains unsolved
each instance
every heartbeat
surreal fraternity
like breathing
approving light
involving meter
placating sight
dictates heeding
what is
proving right
if I
certainly should
but I
expressively can't
I know
but hoping
I would
I don't
my lips
remain sealed
placing those
reserved words
inside cages
where knowing
deserves appeal
celestial tones
replacing purity 
acknowledging surely
eternity's real
if we
might ever
truly fall
in love
certainly seeing
inside cages
hearing words
those mystical
magical tones
when knowing
becomes fantastical
lasting light
placating uncertainty
where love
becomes certainly
perfectly right

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even though
day came
everything was
still dark
even though
my mind
was clear
I still
woke confused
even though
my thoughts
were fair
I still
spoke bemused
even though
my words
were caring
I still 
appeared untrue
even though
my heart
remains broken
my soul
still seems
relatively whole
even though
my being
lives here
even though
life's actively
somehow incubated
strife's elevation
still seems
relatively unreal
we all
have revelation
we all
have dreams
even though
life seems
relatively awkward
we all 
have nightmares
what ever
is life
without dreams
even though
all our
nightmare strife
relegates forward
what seems
somehow contrite
we are
forever sightless
without light
what seems
forever lost
we become
our flightless
nightmare dreams
a lifelong
brutal cost

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that storm
approaching here
dark shrouds
resembling fear
mocking clouds
assembled near
that form
I thought
was me
lay hidden
amongst debris
my mind
constantly ridden
with constants
I resistantly 
didn't want
to know
or see
my heart
lay broken
beside myself
my tears
a token
something apart
from what
I thought
I should 
have felt
my will
all ablaze
yet still
I'm crazy
thinking that
love would
somehow find
me well
and still
at peace
with this
tempest storm
ripping me
to bits
fiery pieces
stripping me
of everything
I thought
I once
truly knew
even though
I fought
across love's 
torrid sky
my morbid
shattered self
in tatters
midst horrid
torrential lies
so love
taunts me
reckless love
haunting me
I'm broken
falling scattered
like shards
of glistening
shattered glass
disparaged me
knowing this
gaunt love
sidesteps me
blowing kisses
at mistaken
awkward me
showering piss
onto forsaken
septic me
something electric
glowed inside
what was
all contrived
to see
if anything
resembling love
remained alive
my heart
what happiness
my soul
needing bliss
that storm
bleeding love
torn apart

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when I
finally woke
holding love
in both
my hands
holding truth
as truth
honestly demands
love flourished
nourishing me
feeding soul
mending heart
measuring flow
believing light
is what
we truly 
always need
all that
perfect right
moral creed
increasing sight
into what
life is
that vibration
oral bliss
some thing
we all
desperately need
moral this
that love
intrepid calling
building trust
inviting heaven
romancing Eden
peaceful dove
breaching lust
beseeching leaven
so good
will prevail
beyond hate
what about
human fate
our destiny
should love
ever fail
could heaven
never avail
without light
human beings
without love
would that 
dispel mending
bleeding hearts
broken souls
compel sending
broken lives
greedy parts
into fire
needy hell
where nothing
truthfully exists
where light
is devoured
where love 
is soured
disproving good
destroying souls
where God
never goes
but then
when I 
finally woke
knowing this
becoming whole
growing love
embracing bliss
peaceful would
blessed dove
as love should

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Something About Pon Arsher

your paint
brushes leave
marking lines
making believe
something ethereal
feeling strokes
believably real
leaving tones
remarkable zeal
such imagination
creative healing
touching paintings
something reeling
remedial parts
reckless appeal
intonation zones
mixing emotion
relatable art
scraping surfaces
turf madness
replacing ruthlessness
alabaster truthfulness
such gladness
tracing mindfulness
graceful earthiness
fixing notions
onto canvas
what comes
transfixing lines
then goes
abstract finesse
what's done
brushing light
what flows
into being
allowing sight
envision colour
marvelous seeing
revolution's pallor
vowing universe
evolution calling
endowing institute
starkly resolute
Pon's painting
remarkably absolute
artful ranting
Arsher flaunting
brave raving
artist craving
intent haunting
portent amazing
Pon Arsher
utterly blazing

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I'm so sorry
but that war
has taken everything
out of me
but that is
what war does
war depletes us
tears us apart
war defeats us
always stabs us
through our heart
wounds our soul
right from war's
horrific awful start
war maims us
blows us up
destroys life's art
trips us up
tears us down
rips us apart
breaks every thing
into tiny pieces
fragments of what
used to be
ignites raging fire
invites raving desire
I'm so sorry
what we see
I just can't
watch any more
that destructive war
imploding innocent lives
every exploding drone
knowing innocence dies
closing my eyes
I wish war
to be forever
done and gone
wishing war would
truly finally end
wishing peace could
wake us up
let us mend
wishing that profit
war always defends
would dry up
make lasting amends
by stopping war
stop making things
war depends on
stop faking truth
with common lies
let peace prevail
build honest lives
remove war's veil
such elevated deceit
war's morbid tale
approving innovative terror
proving war's concrete
repetitive belligerent error
war degeneratively bleak
leaving nothing good
but cruel bloody
brutal genocidal defeat

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I was blind
but then I saw
I was deaf
but then I heard
I was asleep
but then I woke
I was hungry 
but then I was fed
I was lost
but now I'm found
I was wrong
but now I'm right
I was imprisoned
but now I'm free
I was some other
but now I'm me
I see stars shimmering
in far off space
I see galaxies 
dancing in a galactic place
I see holiness glimmering
in Andromeda's sacred face
I still see godliness
romancing this human race

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Perhaps there is hope for this world. 

 

set fire 
to dreams
ignite each
every theme
suture twin-tailed
blazing comets
inviting future
what about
beautiful Venus
all those
falling stars
think about
warrior Mars
something Seth
intriguingly said
perfect comments
par astral
factually intense
regal feelings
between us
actually revealing
all those
resilient legends
palms read
such ancient
shuffled cards
brilliant myth
begetting fire
please reconsider
diligent dreams
treasure all
those megaliths
measure steps
elevate moderate
standing stones
praise beginnings
don't forget
personal atonement
acknowledging endings
your fearless 
true continuing
intentional tomorrow
while daylight
casts shadows
you'll remember
burning dreams
visualize embers
igniting themes
when ritual
commanding night
cryptic sums
enables right
fable comes
you'll recall
being born
stable sights
rhyme installing
yours truly
timeless angels
aura adorned
starlight falling
shattering plumb
such honest
poetry calling
all those 
dream desires
your most
hopeful form
being true
all your dreams
those blazing fires
resembling you

 

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I searched
but you
suddenly weren't
smiling there
I cried
shuddering sadly
hope died
cruel dared
forlorn rain
trying came
washing away
brilliant flowers
love planted
devotion perfect
sentimental days
compassionate love
held us
passion played
mad love
dreaming plans
standing together
perfect there
holding hands
romance watching
flowers bloomed
too soon
summer tamed
flowers spent
stop dancing
autumn came
happy left
falling leaves
you fell
ill instead
romantic dreams
all died
broken hearts
tearful stead
autumn grieving
love pleading
snow arrived
bleeding winter
lost happiness
splintered us
I couldn't 
find you
grievous night
our destiny
somehow died
I'm crying
difficult tears
you dying
no longer
still alive
I'm trying
holding you
right here
keeping you
honestly grief
promises me
breaking pain
each time
I think
more you
drink your
cherished name
more grieving
reeling heartbreak
garish darkness
envelopes me
I wonder
what gain
why love
always reveals
hopeless pain

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Zebediah Kush
what about Gaia
that planetary plush
what about dying
Jebediah Push
elation is crying
another bloody rush
my eyeballs blinked
thinking way too much
are we just out of touch
seeing everything jinxed
each commentary nudge
relatively tattooed
collectively inked
those reverberating tubes
reactive timeless sludge
every promontory link
that fountain bus stop
where archangels actively
come to cry
I bought a ticket
to angel heaven
thinking elated high
delighted glaciers melt
drinking changing ice
thinking instinctive dry
now wouldn't it
be terribly nice
if things were 
caringly always good
Zebediah Kush
would somberly rejoice
dangling silently within
his ancient violent wood
Jebediah Push
might refrain than attain
from new fangled bad
instead regain lost innocence
consuming cost effective
homegrown better food
all in all our planet
Gaia choiring Mother Earth
improving Red Riding Hood 
daring that muttering wolf
removing every unsharing cloak
those utter hood desires
something real truth would
divulging something better
those destructive fangs
acquiring indulgent proof
being good caring vampires
as real truth always should
as inspired Electra believes
without always backfiring
rewired we always could

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all this
high strangeness
all our 
lost humaneness
what ever
may come
sly aloofness
all that
crying goofiness
I'm not
seeing much
determined changeness
seeing such
consuming caginess
if suddenly
this world
destructively ends
if suddenly
this planet
unfortunately sends
everything spiraling
into that
exploding sun
where eruption
assuming radiation
exposes something
shall resume
exposing layers
refusing prayers
what soothsayers
spoke about
dreamy cares
long before
hell won
everything over
that leftover
physical reaction
humans thought
universal action
would never
actually happen
because God
would always
save us
in someway
before even
all this
high strangeness
decided we
our humanness
didn't matter
because being
constructively lost
our sacredness
such great
eternal cost
wouldn't suffice
couldn't ever
simply revise
what God
always had
universal mind
physically clad
within God's
celestial kind
that loving
holy trine

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death seems
closer now
beyond yesterday's
lucid dreams
what happened
to all those
remarkably inclusive
best rainbow scenes
those absolutely beautiful
resolutely azure blue
crystal clear skies
at night those
faraway mesmerizing stars
what about those
rough gravel roads
those tough scenes
I dreamt of Mars
difficult miles and miles
bounded by wretched
barbed razor wire
ringed by all that
gripping crazy wicked 
demeaning desert desire
what about those
immeasurably fantastic realms
of simpler treasured times
what about those
fabulous golden sunsets
those days and nights
that gloriously rhymed
somehow I feel
some timely peace
knowing that nothing
lasts truly forever
somehow I still
need caring love
knowing earthly love
can't last forever
those songs I've sung
love's romantic lyrics
that touched my heart
those poems I've written
words that vouched
so much defining hard
desperate always describing
maybe crying death
will try coming
on crouching tomorrow
or sooner if this
trying universe demands
maybe this world
will feel some sorrow
perhaps mystic loons
will mystically sing
before they choose
to magically land
to perfectly perform
their majestic dance
this glorious planet
that we live on
a place for all
to peaceably be
why can't we
just live here
forever live lovingly
hand in hand
maybe clever dreams
will tell us
that things really
need to change
death is something
or so it seems
nothing less than
something truly strange
that strange place
where strangely everything
eventually goes to die
opening closed hearts
finally reveal to open eyes
announcing proposed truth
instead of composing lies
we're all casualties
of uncertain life
we're always rolling
loaded casino dice
maybe love will
bring us peace
perhaps wicked time
will think twice
before we must
lay down to die
perhaps poetry
and rhymes
will provide some
moral advice
I really don't
have an answer
besides rain
as liquid water
other than winter's
frozen ice
time may give
us answers
to life's questions
that we all have
some things
we'll never know
some things
we'll never see
but life and death
are all there is
we're living in this
riveting eternal show
love and hate is what
this existence always gives
but truth is something
we may never know
maybe redemption will come
to take our hand
show us true love
reflecting God's perfect light
now that death
seems somewhat closer
perhaps I'll still
have those dreams
that make me notice
realizing that life
is noticeably seldom
what it usually seems
maybe when death
finally steadfastly comes
I'll finally feel
lastly truly satisfied
maybe when my eyes
close that one last time
I'll truly know my soul
has been truly blessed
so surely defined and gratified

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fluid something
unlike solid
past everything
flowing haphazardly
through cracks
down holes
filling emptiness
beyond casual
leaving evidence
wet tracks
actual traces
molding souls
withholding abstinence
corroding elegance
like tears
scolding faces
fluid truth
eroding lies
reminding everything
fluid happens
like fire
into smoke
invading places
where solid
never goes
like flames
licking fuel
consuming ego
assuming grace
like divinity
always flows
through cracks
down holes
filling emptiness
reminding usual
assuming soul
redemptive whole

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