Lovey dovey... more or less

I shall
hate
to miss you
or shall I
hate
to love you
For I am
sad
I cannot
find
where in my
heart keeps
hiding
that hating
place.
Devotion's
entire
motion
frantically
covered with

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Sound Pollution

We have many moments
that we could call Unique
and Wonderful.
It reminds me of the day's
breaking this winter's silence.
Before 6 am walking on the snow,
I could hear only my steps
until a bird joined..
Then another and another,
and a tree would squeak,
and the wind would sing..
but one 'fancy' speeding car
forced us all
back to Silence.

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Friend, the life's golden apple

Let us hope
that any human
can have a friend
to talk about trouble
in a relaxed maner
and meet again with a smile
instead of a grimace
get rid of the hardship
and the tension
brought up by relation
with all the life's fusion
Let us hope
In those moments of trouble
Any soul could find
the honest friend
with the heart
of a sister or brother.

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath..
I cannot read one word of her,
who would put a price
on the rights
of soul searching, now?
Wow:
Copyrights! ! ..
Her bones must be red with anger..
Please business people!
You are taking the food
from the table
of the many,
let them the least with a chance,
a small one, any,
to feed their
souls with a few crumbs of poems..

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Untouchable beauty

Step out... Keep away
from me.
Said the beautiful doll
in the glass case...
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-I.......... Am............. Dust......... Free.......

***************************

Don't try your hands on me.
Not even in your dream.

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The glass case, dust free,
kept the beautiful doll.

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Nakama 仲 間

Nakama, what a word!
So many meanings
big difference it makes
of good and bad
it's all that it takes
to feel acceptance.
The unconditionally
friendly feel of peace
when enter into:
own circle
family circle
neighbours circle
work circle
nature circle
earth circle
universe circle
am I a part of them?
If yes, then
there's the biggest
source

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Am I Not Happy? ! ? ....

Why am I not happy?
Because.. The sun's not up?
But I have a choice:
- enjoy the clouds!

Why am I not happy?
Because.. I feel so lonely?
But I have a choice:
To call a friend and let the time go slowly..

Why am I not happy?
Because..I have no money?
But I have a choice:
-forget that I had any..

Why am I not happy?
because..I am in pain?
but I have a choice:
to count, wait-patience I'll gain..

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Autumn Joy Of Red With Little Friend

I raise my finger high
for a beautiful red dragonfly
it comes on top to have a rest,
I slowly move and have a fest
on harmony
a slow time joy,
Oh! Beauty!
Of the autumn at your best
Sweet red dragon fly,
you're so lovely
I truly fully appreciate
your precious company
until you start to fly again.
Good bye dear little friend,
My hand I wave
till from my sight
you'd fade
Adieu!
Farewell!
Thank you!

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Seen

Low sound of waves
thunderous cries.
Broken heart raised
Its whispers to shouts.

I watched one kiss
bouncing at the horizon
could never have
...I was alone...

Unconscious soul
and heartless mind
were swept away
With grains of sand.

To other worlds
Top of the hill
So far from here
with true love filled...

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Empty pockets empty purse

Inside my pockets
the wind..
continues to play
an old game, hide and seek
But then too bored,
not pleased enough
starts searching for
a playmate or a friend
who does he find?
Just take a guess? ?
My purse, thats right!
The wind tries hard to
hook him up
and Mr Purse?
naahh...
Too lazy and too weak..
promises to play
actually starts but
then, just hide away and
sleep.

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