Tanka - of the Living Dead

Dead men keep walking

Shuffling along each step

With stiff arms outstretched

Never reaching what they want

Nothing is within their grasp

 

09.07.2007

Zero Anon

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Haiku - Steampunk

Billowing steam

Rises from engine

Beast of steel

07.31.2007

Zero

Anon

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Tanka - dr(ink)

Pouring out my Pain

Like deep red bottle of wine

One glass at a time

I drink my way through sorrows

But the well never runs dry

 

07.12.2007

Zero Anon

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Haiku

Delicate

Wings beating the air

And my soul

07.25.2007

Zero Anon

…watching butterflies in the sun

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Poem

Filling paper

With endless words

But what

Do they all

Mean?

Is there a

Message

Of redeeming thought

Of ideas

Of conscience?

Or am I

Just writing

To see

My pen move?

And what if

The answer

To these questions

Isn’t the one

That I want?

Should I tear

Out this page

Throw down

This pen

In disgust?

Or flip over

To the next

Sheet

And start

To waste

Ink

Again

 

08.03.2007

Zero Anon

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Tanka - another monday morning at work

Workity work…work

Wish I wasn’t here at work

The boredom can kill

Like an elephant crushes

Everything under foot

07.11.2007 Zero Anon

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Poem

The road ahead

Seems both

Terrifyingly short

And at the

Same time

Infinitely long

And I know

This is just

The beginning

Of a journey

The duration

Of which

I do not know

Which leaves me

To do

Only what I can

So, I gather

My things

My Bags

My traveling shoes

And take my

Blackthorn in hand

And step onto

The pavement

Of the future

For that is all

One can do

When there is

An unknown

Path

That must be

Taken

The voyage of

A thousand

Miles

Begins with

A single

Foot

On the Road

Ahead

 

08.01.2007

Zero Anon

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Tanka - dr(ink)

Sixty-Four Ounces

Old English to pacify

Restless savages

Drink ‘til amnesia takes hold

Trying to forget ourselves

04.15.2008

Zero Anon

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Haiku

Wish I were a duck

Then the rain would run right off

Instead of drowning

04.03.2008

Zero Anon

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Poem

I blame you

You know

For everything

That’s gone wrong

In my life

Well, not

Everything

Some sins

Aren’t yours

But enough

For the conviction

To stand

And the list

Of crimes

Goes on

And on

But I realize

That you are

Just a place

Only a geographic

Location

And yet

You’ve taken

Still take

So many lives

And I’m afraid

Sometimes

That I am

One of them

Am I just

One of your

Ghosts?

But you are

Just a place

And I

Am just

A runaway 

08.01.2007

Zero Anon

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