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Hey everyone!!
The following writes are called Senryu/kyoka writes Translated into English: Mad Poem The lighter form of poetry. A poetry with few rules if any Can be satirical-serious-bawdy -or just silly! Kyoka is for poets who like to have fun and add to their style! It's sort of a modern English Haiku examples: Celibacy Sounded like a fine idea Until that last beer... H. Anderson The undertaker smiles And pats his belly Never short of clients B. Brill Newborn Tiny hands Clench I kiss them While still pure D. Garrison The phone Rings in the night I answer To love In my ear Tammy Now I nvite you to submit your Kyoka!! |
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The clown
Painted in the rainbow Twinkling eyes Cries in the night Tammy |
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Lincoln Park
Filled with broken dreams Filled with broken bottles Shattered Likes it's people Tammy 7/17/09 |
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Moist eyes
From the break up Bloody hands From the break in Jailer of the heart Tammy |
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Hey everyone!! The following writes are called Senryu/kyoka writes Translated into English: Mad Poem The lighter form of poetry. A poetry with few rules if any Can be satirical-serious-bawdy -or just silly! Kyoka is for poets who like to have fun and add to their style! It's sort of a modern English Haiku examples: Celibacy Sounded like a fine idea Until that last beer... H. Anderson The undertaker smiles And pats his belly Never short of clients B. Brill Newborn Tiny hands Clench I kiss them While still pure D. Garrison The phone Rings in the night I answer To love In my ear Tammy Now I nvite you to submit your Kyoka!! |
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The clown Painted in the rainbow Twinkling eyes Cries in the night Tammy |
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Clown faces with acrylic smiles
Wait while dusty speakers bleat Arms wave from downrolled windows At sunburned minues But no one in the car in front of mine Ever knows what the hell they want to eat |
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Edited by
Flatline
on
Tue 08/18/09 10:44 AM
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I fired and arrow into the sky
It fell just short of earth Took out an eye I tossed a message bottle into a raging sea A wave whipped it back And smoked my knee I flung a boomerang It arced like a brick When it doesn't fly back It's called a stick |
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I fired and arrow into the sky It fell just short of earth Took out an eye I tossed a message bottle to the raging sea A wave whipped it back And smoked my knee I flung a boomerang It arced like a brick When it doesn't fly back It's called a stick |
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Sitting in the dark
Watching bad T.V. Star light star bright God I need him tonight |
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