I sit in the Org
with nipping brain
some folk in here
gi me a pain
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I sit in the Org
with nipping brain
some folk in here
gi me a pain
My posterior pain
As winter's fresh approaching
Seems to come from you
There's time and a place
To have feelings of discord
Please don't have them here.
Love the Haiku folks; keep them coming!
Will you not join us Ann and create some? For help, look at #5 in this thread and also at Sporran's pieces - go on, give it a go.
I have seen such smiles
And I'm not really convinced
Truth is perception
But here in U. K.
No Dojo, not winter, not yet
And he's kin, not friend?
And painters who write
In script unfamiliar
Tend more to confuse
If unfamiliar learn
and bright, like frost, will be seen
Your new intellect
Is confusion
To be epitaph of man
He who will not see.
May old dog learn new?
Less bright, more ashen, less clear
Too late in this case.
My observation
Surely the Past can be seen
The Future, No.
How much I detest,
things drawn from the internet,
that they did not write.
They post and they post,
yet have nothing new to say,
how I love my job.
Of this I've never
seen the like of before
I guess I am sad.
Digging deeper down
I find I'm one of you
where does that leave me?
Now the grey sky pours
The welcome watery rain
Nourishes parched plants