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holocaust remembrance day
trees wear yellow dots
on their chests - yellow stars
smoke fills a gray sky 🦊💔💔
your turn tuesday #4 gallery
waiting
trusty old soldiers
once deployed to bring order
now rest in shadows
jennifer litwinowicz
...
not so special, special
today is a no special
the place holders are restless
grilled cheese to the rescue
thomas might
...
untitled
what’s up with my order
eleven months past now
how our stomachs growl
gery sasko
...
aging
age is just a number
someone told me years ago
never believe that
marie pejrimovska
...
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just pick a number
any old number will do
"get in line and wait!"
dan ravasio
...
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waiting for my turn
i need the vaccine now, please
this is not warp speed!
normand chabot
...
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how much is too much
love to dine in with my wife
it's been a while
ed tabish
...
only a number
how old am i now?
a teenager or senior?
depends on the day!
marilyn
...
unorganized
the chaos in my head...
the jumbled thoughts turn me red
i'll just go to bed
darlene cliver
...
hard day's night
eigthy... eighty one...
mississippi... eighty three...
all night counting sheep
yulan san
...
table for two
number seventy
table for two step right up
romantic dinner
elizabeth plunkett schalock
...
foodies lament
restaurants are closed
but we wait for their return
and hope they make it
mark schalock
...
untitled
toss us aside
as our patrons eat outside
no outdoor numbers
stephanie lynn
...
luncheonette
my corner diner
it's your time to take a seat
when you hear twenty-five called
eileen m. brennan
...
vaccine appointment
numbers all jumbled
just wanting to get in line
numbers all jumbled...
dan ravasio
...
wondering
no one coming
empty tables without numbers
anticipation
mary k fogleboch
...
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we stand together
some stand taller than others
we can all grow
ron chelsvig
...
🦊❤️
the big lebowski
dawn’s morning breeze helps
a plastic bag make its rounds
tumbling tumble weed 🦊❤️
See them tumbling down,
Pledging their love to the ground!
Lonely, but free, I'll be found,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
Pledging their love to the ground!
Lonely, but free, I'll be found,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
Cares of the past are behind,
Nowhere to go, but I'll find,
Just where the trail will wind,
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
Nowhere to go, but I'll find,
Just where the trail will wind,
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
I know when night is gone,
That a new world's born at dawn!
I'll keep rolling along,
Deep in my heart as a song,
Here on the range I belong,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
That a new world's born at dawn!
I'll keep rolling along,
Deep in my heart as a song,
Here on the range I belong,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
Tumbleweeds, tumbleweeds!
See them tumbling down,
Pledging their love to the ground!
Lonely, but free, I'll be found,
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
See them tumbling down,
Pledging their love to the ground!
Lonely, but free, I'll be found,
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
Source: Musixmatch
remembering dad
will you remember
how i chased your dreams with you?
when you sit... i’ll know 🦊❤️
Traditionally Japanese haiku writers would write one or two haikus to be remembered by after they have passed on. This is one of mine that is profoundly important for me.
livin’ the dream
driverless cars start
their horns beep and lights turn on
amish load their carts 🦊❤️
your turn tuesday # 4
5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables
or
any three line haiku regardless of syllable count.
Or
Whatever style haiku you like
Or
Just a poem!!
Send your haiku’s title and haiku to me at danrav200@gmail.com . You can also use the comment box in the upper right hand corner of the web version of this post to submit your entry.
Next Tuesday I will post the photo and submitted haikus’s as the post of the day. The author’s name will be included unless otherwise instructed not to include. Looking forward to reading and posting your haikus!!
You can view the previous “your turn tuesday” gallery of haikus here- https://may-king-sense.blogspot.com/2021/01/your-turn-tuesday-gallery-3.html?m=1
Thank you. 🦊❤️
turning corners
turn them up with joy
turn them down when feeling blue
mouths are made for both 🦊❤️
“your turn tuesday” gallery - #3
new year’s day
here lie casualties
slain by the cold winter’s kiss
last night filled with hope
jennifer litwinowicz
...
hanging down
beat up, and yet
not broken... ultra-runners
return to the road
yulan san
...
time
people are gone
balloons are down
... sun always rises
yulan san
...
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the party is over -
you’ve had some fun unh hunh -
let it go, you’re done
thomas might
...
remnants of a past party
we are in prison
iron bars, balloons to hell
quarantine is here
normand chabot
...
breathless
we partied hardy
when we should have stayed at home
now - we have no breath
dan ravasio
...
morning after
two balloons dangling
their highness - now a lowness
the party’s over
dan ravasio
...
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that was some party
watch your step, hold on to me
better days ahead
ed tabish
...
untitled
strung out by ribbon
falling railing rusting rune
airless misfortune
gery sasko
...
witnesses
the two witnesses
to our midnight embraces
silenced forever
jennifer litwinowicz
...
untitled
my heart is hurting today
i can't remove the reminder of you
i still feel your presence
darlene cliver
...
duck
first thought in seeing
these dangling ovaloid forms
jeez, they're hand grenades!
bob ingram
...
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where have they all gone
my long lost childhood friends
memories remain
marie pejrimovska
...
adrift
red bricks stand sturdy
balloons hang quietly down
memories adrift
elizabeth schalock
...
tomorrow, tomorrow
feeling deflated?
you will have another chance
to fly to the sky
marilyn
...
stairs
talk, laugh, love, cry holding on
a special spot to gather
life happens right here
mary k fogleboch
...
balloons
ok with droopy
better deflated than popped
purpose was fulfilled
ruth macintosh
...
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an old rusty railing
supporting my old body
always there when i need it
eileen brennan
...
screen shot
footprints in the snow
fresco painting of great fun
those black and white days 🦊❤️
(photo by yulan san)
dan and yulan thursday
“wintery round”
gallery of geese
meeting up from here and there
a wintery round 🦊❤️
(dan’s haiku)
...
“lazy”
a gaggle of geese
skating on ice in the snow
... lazy - day morning
(yulan’s haiku)
yulan’s “just 3 lines” post for “dan and yulan thursday” can be seen here: https://three-lines-more-or-less.blogspot.com/2021/01/87-yulan-dan-thursday.html?m=1
yesterday and today
horse trough filled with leaves
dirt highway jammed with strollers
clip-clopping all gone 🦊❤️
your turn tuesday #3
5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables
or
any three line haiku regardless of syllable count.
Or
Whatever style haiku you like
Or
Just a poem!!
Send your haiku’s title and haiku to me at danrav200@gmail.com . You can also use the comment box in the upper right hand corner of the web version of this post to submit your entry.
Next Tuesday I will post the photo and submitted haikus’s as the post of the day. The author’s name will be included unless otherwise instructed not to include. Looking forward to reading and posting your haikus!!
You can view the previous “your turn tuesday” gallery of haikus here- https://may-king-sense.blogspot.com/2020/12/your-turn-tuesday-gallery-2.html?m=1
Thank you. 🦊❤️
pandemic holy hour
sitting - now standing
a holy soul looks inside
praying for an hour 🦊❤️
“Holy Hour” is a ritual in the Catholic Church in which a consecrated host (large communion wafer) is placed into an ornate stand often the color of gold called a Monstrance. The Monstrance is displayed at the altar and people will often pray before the Monstrance for an hour. In our pandemic world, a local church made the Monstrance visible behind a window of the church. It is visible all day and folks do their “Holy Hours” outside in all kinds of weather.
heart THIS big
a dog named lola
old legs, bad back and two wheels
huge heart driving her 🦊❤️
Lola - A 15 year old pooch I met on the muddy trails of Wissahickon on New Year’s Eve. She’s a blend of Jack Russell Terrier, Pug and Chihuahua. Her owners Steve and Joanne slogging along with her and could not be prouder of their “trooper”. The world needs more Lolas!!! Thank you Steve and Joanne for allowing me to share Lola’s story of grit!!!
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