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peterdawes — Haiku Collection - March
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Published: 2008-03-01 16:47:58 +0000 UTC; Views: 2056; Favourites: 17; Downloads: 19
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spring haiku-a-thon1. for denise
nose touching soft skin
drinking deep; erotic taste
do I smell perfume?
2. the reality of seasons
police sirens scream
a shooting down on broad street
springtime in philly
3. not from around here
explaining to an
out-of-towner what the fuck
is a mummers parade
4. the color red
lasting impression
crimson contrasts against white
lipstick on my collar
5. a frown at father time
admiring dusk
hours hasten onto dawn
nights grow short again
6. hard to write with it
skilled bladesman; sharp steel
sheath conceals the poet's pen
a martial artist
7. good evening, philadelphia
skyline horizon
sunset paints the canvas red
glowing city lights
8. solitary dining
candlelight and wine
rose petals and fine linen
she never arrives
9. unreliable meteorologist
spring ahead once more
no shadow for the groundhog
meanwhile, more snow falls
10. poetic distractions
words upon a page
paragraphs give birth to tales
busy writing prose
11. solitary poet
grasping for embers
hands clutching tendrils of smoke
the spectre of you
12. searching for warmth
restless dreamer wakes
hand slides across a pillow
nobody lies there
13. the forecast for tonight
drumming against glass
beats upon a window pane
rain taps out a tune
14. a daily lullaby
sound breaks the silence
steady pulse of cars and men
as the city wakes
15. in like a lion
schizophrenic month
first cold, then warm, then rainy
must be march again
16. a shared chuckle
scandalous rumors
glancing at another girl
a wink between friends
17. a deadly encounter
shiver down your spine
skin prickles under warm breath
a predator's kiss
18. not as glamorous as it seems
number endless days
ticking clock; no need to wind
immortality
19. what do march showers bring?
haven't seen the moon
eyes drift upward, rain falls down
dreary city streets
20. cigarette not included
artificial smoke
steam rises from parted lips
springtime commences
21. winter in the heart
melancholy wind
breeze blows past an old park bench
he sits there alone
22. a passage through time
empty corridors
stranger travels through the door
to fields of regret
23. to whatever god will listen
candle light within
a church symbolizes hope
day of renewal
24. musing upon haiku
blank piece of paper
words interplay with feelings
writing poetry
25. staying warm through the cold
hand upon my chest
body lying atop mine
my favorite blanket
26. catching up with you
morning of regret
nights full of wine and roses
bloody hangover
27. bah, distractions
impeded progress
real life prevents artistry
a late submission
28. scenes from fairmount park
diligent jogger
grace meets its mortal foe
tripped over a rock
29. dining with sharp teeth
sweeter than brandy
rivulets run down cool flesh
crimson sacrifice
30. the blue-eyed girl, in brief
ponytails flying
little legs sprint down the path
childlike innocence
31. parting, such sweet sorrow
a final poem penned
days of counting syllables
now come to an end
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Comments: 302
Great fun! An enjoyable and easy read in my "in" box shall be no more. :sigh:
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I may have a few other tricks up my sleeve.
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Thanks for the reminder of who and what you are. Chilling and haunting.
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I've blended that well? Surely the fangs give it away.
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Surely, you have become adept at hiding them!
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Not when I smile as widely as had been while answering my messages.
Or. . . when hungry. But, that's another matter entirely.
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Hmm. . . I've not had a cookie in some time now.
Chocolate chip?
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Big chunk chocolate chip, warm from the oven.
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I'd make an exception to my aversion of mortal food for one of those.
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ohhh my god.. today's sounds like me. i'm so clumsy i'm almost disabled!!!
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Even the graceful swan stumbles out of water. 
Two. . . thousand, that is to say.
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abaha, i loved today's last line. it was cuute. "bloody hangover" effing amazing, peter.
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In a pleasant mood. Thought I would attempt being witty.
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nice to see you in a good mood. and i lvoe your wittiness. it puts a smile on my face
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12. searching for warmth
restless dreamer wakes
hand slides across a pillow
nobody lies there
::smiles::This is my favorite...for perhaps different reasons than those which inspired it.
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You have me quite curious, my dear. Do share.
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You speak as a lover...longing for his beloved. I see it as one who seeks life.
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That is an interesting perspective, Leonie. I quite like the alternate viewpoint.
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I wish I could re-fave no. 25. >.< My favorite kinds are the ones where, I've said this before I think, the punchline is sort of revealed at the last moment, this one it took a bit longer, I thought about it then got it . XD People like to whine how there's not enough space to get what you need inside, but its not about quantity, its choosing every word so carefully, there's a world inside 3 lines. Mmhmmm.
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The latest actually started off as something different. I experimented with tanka. Did you see the other submission?
Very amateur tanka, but it was a neophyte attempt.
I am quite pleased with the haiku that followed in its wake. And quite enjoy the challenge. Perhaps that's why I adhere to the strict syllable forms. Makes the challenge that much more pointed.
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I totally didn't notice about that one >.> Too much skimming 
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Completely understood. This is the one: [link]
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Yeah I liked that one, it's like a cute short story
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I couldn't agree more. I haven't been truly warm at night since 1983.
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Dear Denise, my heart breaks for you. Honestly and sincerely.
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And mine for you. Different paths, same long road ahead.
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Quite so.
Good to have a companion along the way.
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Every candle flame is seen and noted. To ignore even one is to begin the long slide into darkness. He will never do that.
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Would you happen to have some of that faith to spare?
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You of all people should know that forgiveness is offered to all of us, no matter what our sins. You have seen both sides of the coin and suffered for the dark side that held you entranced for so long. Still, you were allowed blissful happiness with a woman and children who loved you. Still love you. That is your sign.
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Thank you for the perspective.
Sometimes looking upon those years stops being as blissful as it should. Happiest years of my existence. Which makes reliving them that much more painful.
Was I given pleasure to be administer punishment later on? That is a question oft asked. Hopefully you understand what I mean by that.
Not trying to assign ulterior motives to the cosmos. A tempting question, just the same.
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Okay, now you sound like my mother: Always afraid to enjoy good things when they happen, so sure she will be punished for that happiness later. That is a bad way to live, my friend. You need to embrace happiness when you have it, and actively seek it when you don't. I'm going to grow frustrated with your poetry if that is all there ever is: words with no action to transform them into reality.
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Fear not, dear Denise. Only a temptation. During my more sullen moments.
The poetry is far more than that.
Some of them, yes. An angry man shakes his fist at the cosmos.
Others, though, are smiles at the happiness I was afforded.
Like the purple hair story. A thousand other stories just like that. I only have need of finding the beacon amidst the storm. It all depends on how dense the fog is. (And the man, for that matter.)
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Took the word (dense) right out of my mouth. Sorry for getting testy; I do know the man that you are will never sit and moan his life away. Whatever is holding you back will be vanquished someday. I just want to have a front row seat when it does.
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No, I certainly have no intentions of moaning indefinitely. The interim becomes taxing just the same.
Front row seats have been saved for you, my dear. The VIP seats. Only the best.
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i loved #12 and #17. i found they used words i like ^.^
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I shall endeavor to use words you like more often.
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21 WINS! I like meloncholy ones. 
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Thank you kindly.
This is getting rather difficult to keep up with. I do believe I will retire to become an occasional haijin instead of a daily one after this.
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I had to look up haijin on google, where I'm from (the land of MMO's), haijin means someone who never stops playing and gets high lvl's really quickly. >.> No Life King, etc.
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*chuckles* It was a term employed by one of the other haiku poets. I had to look it up as well.
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A veritable blizzard of snow here tonight -- to match the cold in a man's lonely soul.
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Downright frigid, even tonight. Lows in the high twenties. With a chance of wind within the lonely man's heart.
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Sun is breaking through this morning. Hopefully for you too.
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