Sorry to break up the haiku convo but... |
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Sorry to break up the haiku convo but... |
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Nice, Vex, I like the Wild Rose one. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
A monkey sits nigh, |
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Let's see if I can write more traditional haiku... |
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Last edited by Man of Steel; 08-08-2007 at 10:46 AM.
In the olden days |
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Last edited by Clairity; 08-08-2007 at 04:55 PM.
The boy sits right there |
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Wise old Chinese guy, |
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Some old proverb says; |
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I'm surprised no one posted the "Refrigerator Haiku" :p |
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Dallian I knew |
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Last edited by Pastro; 08-09-2007 at 06:43 AM.
Dallian's Departure: |
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I really enjoy |
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Starting from scratch
1 - World of Inversion |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Here are a few more: |
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A quick one that I wrote on a napkin at Zaxby's after watching Stardust: |
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I think I'm thinking, |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
No one knows the way to go, |
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When I dream, theres always a
little girl playing in the dirt, that
turns to me and says "Why are
you here? .... Are you blind like
me?"
What I've found
What I've known
Never shined to me what I've shown
Never be
Never free
I wish to see what might have been...
...So I talk to you unbeliever.
I walk in the rain. 1111
That's not a haiku. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
why not |
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When I dream, theres always a
little girl playing in the dirt, that
turns to me and says "Why are
you here? .... Are you blind like
me?"
What I've found
What I've known
Never shined to me what I've shown
Never be
Never free
I wish to see what might have been...
...So I talk to you unbeliever.
I walk in the rain. 1111
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