I just overheard
Koi fish do not have *******
In my sister's mind
Yeah, you read that correctly! And right now, I'm howling.
My sister apparently wanted to say 'koi fish don't have teeth' but said '*******' instead.
I'm dying loooool
Rosy mists breaks skies
Dawn is painting the new day
Smooth, glassy ponds
Sunrise flares sweet spokes of light
Noble groves of trees
Koi fish glide smoothly
Glimmer through seaweed like pearls
Their eyes shine with joy
A tree dew drop falls
Kiss the pool and forms dimples
Near to far rose shades
Had a trip to a park today. For once, the sun was shining, the sky was clear and the breeze was perfect. I sat at the top of the hill, closed my eyes and just imagined a quiet place in mind. So here it is!
Been a while since I wrote a classic haiku.
This was so lucid, it's kinda scary. Man, I really AM getting better at this! ^-^
*Lyn pats herself on the back*
Thank God for zen music!
Hope you like it and feel as tranquil as I did.
Be back soon!
Your lips hang,
pulled by the murk, the grime,
smothering your face.
Separated from your kind, your kin.
Have you haunted these putrid waters,
patient for your time?
Or do you plot, terrible dreams of revenge,
to take the light?
Nippon carp pool scene
media feeding frenzy
fake news: foul sushi
Great orange savior
feeds outside the box.
while fake news carps at Donald . . .
Media: go to *hell.
Let Eastern dawn illuminate harmonious meeting of brilliant minds. Dear Leader, Orange Savior of Mankind, makes great deals yet also is kind to gentle fish. From his all-providing hand the sacred Koi enjoy a portion of benificence. Great leader and fellow-citizen Trump strides boldly into enemies' flashbulbs, like vanguard of populist nationalism confronting weak running dogs and reactionary landlords of globalist tyranny. Fish who refuse his generosity must hide in cold deep, risking hunger and loneliness, condemned by the People's glorious movement toward revolutionary rebirth.
Traitors and false journalists: you are FISH-FOOD.
ALL HAIL DEAR LEADER AND FORWARD-THINKING PEOPLE'S HERO DONALD J. TRUMP
Love is rarely ever found, (I found you)
Love is built. (We've built so much)
Built with a solid foundation,
Built with a design in mind,
Built with strong materials,
Love is built with hard work. (Sweat and sacrifice)
with willingness to sacrifice,
to be hurt.
Upholding one another
at our worsts. (Our hearts are strong enough)
Love isn't taken, but grown, (We've grown together)
Starting as a seed.
Nurtured in the rains
Roots strong enough not
to be uprooted by fiends. (I'll never leave you)
Delicate and tenderly, slow and steady.
Flourishing branches (We have flourished)
upholding the weight of grown love. (We've grown together)
If you know the meaning of the title, hat tip to you. ;)
reflecting there are
depth of feathers
is the buoy
sand is raked
in perfect poise
a creaking noise
small and jewel-like
in the grove
kimono and the obi
there's a peace
the Nippon know
the paper lanterns
sway and glow
the lords and ladies
sit for hours
Mein kya karoon?
Kisne usse meri zindagi meh ahne ki ijazath di?
Kisne usse muje itna darde, aur itna pyaar dekhane ki ijazath di thi?
Kehte hai ke zindagi tab moor lathi hai jab banda sooch bhi nah sakhe,
Aihse raang dekhthe hai joh banda bhool hi nah sakhe
Oonshi gherahi, khamooshi, thunhaee
In num aakhoon ko kisi ne nahi poonchna
Iis khamoosh pal ki khamooshi koi shabd kese bhol paye?
Muje jungali bulao,
Bas, aake mujme doob jao.
"Share like I share with you
It's called reciprocation."
Upon a bright spring morning,
In the warmth of the ember sun,
Adorable chromatic koi's pose,
Graciously leaping in a distinctive pond.
Casually stroking their fins,
In a flattering array,
On this delightful,
And cheerful beautiful day.
As they glide smoothly,
Hiding underneath huge stones,
Preciously playing peekaboo,
Each in a beauty of their own.
Near a tall brick wall .... beneath the purities of cascading waters,
Portraying a lively show,
As the zephyr gently embrace,
And the waterfall plays a soothing percussion, as it flows.
— The End —