don't cry for me when I am gone
don't brood and weep on my icon
don't query everything cosmic
those questions serve to make you sick
and truth from here will not be won

when mind on granite stones dwells on
one ends up spiritually wan
the topic's cyclic, not tragic
don't cry for me

The life force,
that takes you onward,
flickers then fades
away to another place.

Prisms of the soul,
splitting waves,
to colour our feelings,
draped in hope.

Tattered thought
project life's abyss,
then upward,
to claim a God.

These things are eternal,
and will always flow,
least you forget,
you are a lonely soul.

Outward to barren soil,
inward lighting ways,
screaming truths
No! that is not so.

Excellent humor you inject,
into a solitude of times' occurrence
I shall convey to the unfortunate guy
that tis his time to bide,
so let him no more moan
for a flower now torn
and petals strewn,
upon raw paths unknown,
yet which all have to travel alone.

I yet recall another guy’s funeral.
he asked the pastor’ or what,
what to do after the burial was history
and twas time to be back home.
the guy advised
do what he would have done,
at this hour, had he been alive
and you dead.

fat green days of heat
the rain still misting

On hot summer days
my mind drifts back to the past
fishing beaver ponds
with my departed brother
to escape the heat

OF OPAL HUE

In a body worn
and broken
by the gods
into Dark forsaken
breathes a soul
of opal hue
in chains gold and silver
waiting for something
of narue kind and holy
to deliver

Japanese Poetry workshop: 4 haiku, 2 senryu, 1 tanka

By Ron Blue Demon77

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Haiku 1

Ominous clouds loom
signs of the approaching rain
for the thirsty plants

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Haiku 2

Green skies turbulent
ebon tendril reaches ground
Nature's fury's face

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Haiku 3

PROMETHEUS

Once I was electricity
fire electric blue
raging through
space and time.
a beginning wth no end.

Once I was a younger man
lost in myself.
I thought I would live
forever
but then I began to die..

I spied you by the shadows
in the shadows of my mind,
you made my dreams seem dizzy, come what may;

When I left you in the shadows,
I left you off for good,
seems it's you controls what happens on this day.

You lured among the gables
lurked by the cottages,
everything went fuzzy for a while;

something went electric
in the chilly, by the hearth;
I really must insist on but, a smile.

Deep into the evening
invisibility occurred,
not to mention dizzy dreams, and come what may;

Words. A. Maze…

Words are amazing they can bring
a sentence together, turn a drab rainy
day into the brightest of weather.

Make a horse jump, a rushing river
roar, they’re the beginning of a novel,
easily giving order to a musical score.

Taking your mind to dance on clouds
of richest rains, calming all anxiety
relinquishing the most hurtful pains.

Revealing to us the true depth of colour,
when all we see is grey, explaining the
unexplainable as our hero’s turn to clay.