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Spilwords.com presents: Bandit Queen written by Mark Tulin, a former Philadelphia Family Therapist who now resides in Santa Barbara, California.
Source: Bandit Queen, written by Mark Tulin at Spillwords.com
Only in turning
can I see the behind
and the years that have now passed me by
Shielding my eyes
I look to the past
and the distance in which they now lie
It is a good view
and I like what I find
but with short swivel forward I see
As only on turning
can I see what’s ahead
and the years that lie waiting for me
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
[I started the ‘Jemverse‘ blog five years ago. Since then, I’ve published 1,750 poems which have had 3,182 trackbacks and 242,599 likes. So, with a massive thank you to my 3,521 worldwide followers, here’s to the next five years and beyond!]
Don’t say you have nothing to offer,
never feel low
thinking you have nothing to show,
the world can bring the glitters of the stars,
the blithe of the moon,
and treasures from the past,
still they will fail
to come any close to what you possess,
for you have the world’s most beautiful smile
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Engraved on my mind
with letters in bold
and in some dark maroon gore
are the betrayals that left me aghast
a long while ago.
More I try to erase the unforgiving memories the inscribe becomes
more vivid
reminiscing the treacheries
from the distant past
The helpless state of a muddled mind
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
the sound of the surf
enters my home through the open window
and a butterfly
© Chèvrefeuille (2018)
symbol of resurrection
hope with graceful vibrant wings
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai : Tan Renga Challenge
What’s that you say, my friend?
You’ll have to come closer, I fear
Something is wrong with my hearing
I seemed to have misplaced my ear
Always happens around this time
Humans have a hankering for me
They buy me, to put into a basket
Wrap me in foil, swell, now I can’t see
Oh, but I know, what’s coming my way
First it’s one ear and then the other
Maybe they’ll forget about me, for today
Oops, there goes the rest of my brother!
February Writing Prompts – Hold your hankering horses – Day 16/28
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my pencil sketches ~ capture laughter in your eyes ~ but tears in your smile —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
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