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 Mar 2020 Sarah Saju
how to have a good
haiku: make sure you do not
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 Jan 2020 Sarah Saju
Aa Harvey
Woodstock ‘69

At first they said we couldn’t;
And then they found they couldn’t stop us now.
We came together as one people.
The smoke we blew, flew up and made the clouds.

They said it wouldn’t happen,
But the happening is louder than one sound.
With peace and love we could be happy;
Try as they might to bring us down.

There stands a sea of people.
The band on stage, the force behind the hand.
We come in peace, so peaceful.
We crash wherever, sleeping on the land.

The voices spread like a virus.
Chinese whispers write a novel of romance.
They couldn’t understand what lives inside us.
Now they see, we only came to sing and dance.

Love is all you need, to truly love your life, man!
The concert is a sell-out.
The tickets all say free; it’s no more plans.
Just flowing with the motion, taking all we have.
The rain came down and some said, that was the end of that.

Up rose a half a million peace signs.
The food is free; the peace is in your hands.
This thing that they called Woodstock,
Grew bigger than you…and I’m a hippy man.

(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls

But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above

You'll see
 Aug 2018 Sarah Saju
She Writes
You asked me why I like you
But I didn’t want to tell
Some of my reasons are cheesy...
But here is why I fell

I love the way your lips curve
When I make you smile
It makes me want to pull you close
And kiss you for awhile

I love the way your eyes twinkle
When you talk about things you love
I truely believe
You are a gift from above

I love that you are compassionate
You have such a big heart
That was the first thing I noticed
Right from the start

I love the way it feels
When you hold me tight
I finally feel safe
Like I could sleep through the night

I love that you don’t judge me
For my less than perfect self
That is more attractive
Than any amount of wealth

There are so many more reasons
But I’ll start with just this few
Maybe someday
I’ll give this poem to you

 Jun 2018 Sarah Saju
Aa Harvey
A weep of fate

There was a man sat on a bench, waiting for his bride to arrive;
There was a woman outside a church, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Today was the day his future bride would have arrived;
Today was the day her husband had lost his life.

The tears that poured down from his eyes,
Created the puddle in which her reflection lied.
Her smile told of beauty, of love and of radiance;
When inside all she felt, was the end of all romance.

She handed him her handkerchief and asked what was wrong;
The words fell from his mouth, unwittingly like a song.
His bride, he said, had not arrived.
His heart was broken; his love-life had died.

She offered him comfort and he thanked her for caring,
Then she spoke of her lover and his death left her crying.
As the two of them talked, she embraced all his words,
As she realised he was just like her.

She suddenly stopped and apologized for talking,
For she had come over in the first place,
To maybe aid him, whilst she was herself in mourning.
As he told her his tale, it saddened her to see,
The man was still in mourning, for his bride to be.

One year before, in a collision with a car,
She too had died and floated away up into the stars.
Coincidence, this may have been.
Two lovers were now lost, to never be;
But with a simple twist of fate, new lovers would exist…

Their misery had given them a connection.
Their love was so strong, it left a lasting impression.
Now twenty two years later, at the graveyard she weeps;
For the twice widowed woman,
Has lost her man of mourning in his sleep.

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
 Jun 2018 Sarah Saju
Aa Harvey

A bird chirps to get me out of bed,
But I am still resting my head and I don’t want to get up yet.
It’s nice and cozy under these blankets
And I haven’t got to go to work today,
So I am deciding what to do next.

I will get up, but I don’t want to.
I will make myself a nice breakfast
And for lunch I will have soup;
But I will not be cooking tonight because I have a date.
I must not be late.  I think she said to meet at eight…

Or was it seven?  Or half past?  Oh well.
I will figure it out;
I have no doubt,
Things they will all be just swell.

I am sure she will text me before then,
So I can pretend that I knew all along…
Maybe I will finish writing that song,
That I have been working on.

It’s so nice and warm beneath my quilt,
So why move at all when I can be happy being still?
But still I am hungry, so up I will get
And make myself some toast,
But I am so bored of bread!
My body needs sustenance and I think I need porridge;
My stomach will just have to be patient for a while
And somehow I will manage.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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