Entries Tagged as 'Poetry'
Readers of my poetry have asked if I have any additional haiku to share. As a result, I have posted this piece, which is obviously not real haiku. But, it is original and very representative of my sense of humor. I hope you have some fun with it. Enjoy.
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49 Syllable Haiku
This winter we will [...]
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January 20th, 2010 · 2 Comments
mysterious mist
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Snow is a coffin
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December 31st, 2009 · 2 Comments
Quietly inscribe your enchanted heart
like a simple tattoo
on the shoulder of God.
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November 23rd, 2009 · 2 Comments
Electricity loses the will to live in winter time.
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November 19th, 2009 · 1 Comment
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Melting Snow
Melting snow lies hollow-eyed
and ill tempered.
Staring up at the sun.
How foolish was the snow?
To have wasted its precious life
waiting for winter.
Copyright © by Roger Patrick Ewing, all rights reserved.
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November 7th, 2009 · 5 Comments
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The Rainbow Repairman
For Mrs Alphabet
Who’s up early each and every morning
patching up holes
and fixing up old
used rainbows?
Buckets of paint filled with someday morning.
It’s hard to explain
but wishing for rain
brings rainbows.
The rainbow repairman
weaving the sky in his loom.
The rainbow repairman
chasing the blues
and turning the greens into dreams.
On a ladder long as time he’s working
painting [...]
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THE LAST SQUARE DANCE
The square dance at Shamrock was an affair of the heart.
Doomed to desertion.
Now creaking doors and blowing sand
sing country western at the Shamrock Club.
One last square dance for Carl.
When I first met Carl he was a different breed
a quarter-man
where a thoroughbred had been.
He said he punched a few cows as a [...]
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Migrations
In the meadows above timberline
little rivers flow
from melting snow on granite,
looking not unlike
the lights of town.
Only jets fly here
and trains of Canada geese
going home.
Silver wings turned gold
from the days setting sun.
Firing homeward through low pressure zones,
dancing
with each sweep of wings.
Slipstreaming
in perfect northern flight.
How the nights must linger on
for sleepy honkers and creaking jet liners.
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