Haiku

[bobsvinyl]

Happy Thanksgiving!

Gobble gobble sound.
Did it come from the turkey
Or the consumer?

 

[bobsvinyl]

Cycles

Darkness blankets all
Softly filling night terrains.
Wind kissed and rain soaked
Riddled with it's own secrets,
As ancient as each new dawn.

 

[Apreggiator]

Grind on, you dull salaryman

Screens glow, teams sync up
Threads of meetings braid the hours
We nod, half-amused
Yet in small close crews
Calm ways lead to moving things

 

[Quadman2]

Technology

Myth has surely died,
Plundered by the internet,
Strangled by AI.

Hawking would have been proud of your assessment!

Q

 

[Quadman2]

Grind on, you dull salaryman

Screens glow, teams sync up
Threads of meetings braid the hours
We nod, half-amused
Yet in small close crews
Calm ways lead to moving things

Great use of alliteration in your message.

Q

 

[bobsvinyl]

Comfort

Late afternoon glow
Setting fire to the living room,
Smothered by nightfall.

 

[Quadman2]

WIND

Crucial breath of life
you infuse basics that make
God's Earth's plan exist.

Q

 

[Quadman2]

Comfort

Late afternoon glow
Setting fire to the living room,
Smother ed by nightfall.

Hope that "glow" isn't associated with that "fire"!

I jest.

Q

 

[bobsvinyl]

Breezes

See through the wind.
Feel it's cold sharpened edges
Embracing the flesh.

 

[Quadman2]

I think your "breeze" is more of a Parana!

Q

 

[Quadman2]

HUGS

Needed embraces
wherein physical touches
now relate heart-wise.

Q

 

[Bill Ashton]

If it takes
A worried man to sing
A worried song,
What of those
Who are at peace?

My first attempt, think I fudged the format

 

[bobsvinyl]

The letter

Brittle cracked pages,
Smudged words cryptically written,
Ink faded like jeans.
No human left to claim them
And solve their secret message.

 

[Quadman2]

If it takes
A worried man to sing
A worried song,
What of those
Who are at peace?

My first attempt, think I fudged the format

Hymns sung by church-folk?

Q

 

[Quadman2]

The letter

Brittle cracked pages,
Smudged words cryptically written,
Ink faded like jeans.
No human left to claim them
And solve their secret message.

After the Apocalypse, I fear.

Your message resounds in a dire "prediction"!


Q

 

[Quadman2]

DESTINY

Unknown roads taken
without plans or directions
we follow our hearts
going on what we think is
mandated by our choices. (Tanka)

Q

 

[Quadman2]

ETL

Like beacons of hope
you reach out to others who
share similar fates
giving others with ailments
courage, wherein there was none. (a Tanka)

Q

 

[ETLS]

Stubbed Toe


Again toed my stub
done too often becomes nub
Oh how loud I shriek
More than a month and a week
Still pogo stick bounce in streets

 

[ETLS]

ETL

Like beacons of hope
you reach out to others who
share similar fates
giving others with ailments
courage, wherein there was none. (a Tanka)

Q

Don't forget I'm plural...

ETLS

 

[bobsvinyl]

Time Passes

Clock hands creep ahead,
Sliding across the mute face.
Days have been numbered,
Passing in orderly rows,
Waiting for the final chime.