Duo Duel

do be fair  

with yourself

FORGIVENESS

do see sin

before do not 

be aware

do be fair

with yourself

where is the subtle

difference 

cannot colour shame

while witnessing

a sunset

sea sin sounds 

have no music

subtle is the rhythm

rhyme is the shell

cannot colour shame 

while witnessing 

a sunset

too many colours

and the sea washes with sounds

that have a silence

that is a music

so many rhythms

to keep a beat

that rhymes

silent sounds have no sins 

songs of the sea sunset

wash endlessly away

there is no silence

in the colours of a sunset

subtle is the rhythm

Duo Duel

do be fair  

with yourself

FORGIVENESS

do see sin

before do not 

be aware

do be fair

with yourself

where is the subtle

difference 

cannot colour shame

while witnessing

a sunset

sea sin sounds 

have no music

subtle is the rhythm

rhyme is the shell

cannot colour shame 

while witnessing 

a sunset

too many colours

and the sea washes with sounds

that have a silence

that is a music

so many rhythms

to keep a beat

that rhymes

silent sounds have no sins 

songs of the sea sunset

wash endlessly away

there is no silence

in the colours of a sunset

subtle is the rhythm

Seasons Haiku Series Number Two and Three

 

 Seasons Haiku Series Number 2 and 3

 

 

 

 

 

 Seasons Haiku Series Number Two

 SPRING

spring came and it left

awarding many clear thoughts

of love, pains and loss



 SUMMER

of knowledge unknown

summer's collage end is seen

grand experience



 AUTUMN

hot is not the point

sunshine heals the hearts damage

as autumn arrives 



  WINTER

winter's discontent

holds promises holds intent

to do and intend

 Seasons Haiku Series Number Three

 Spring


Spring like a March tune

Showering  April and May

For a year so new




 Summer


Summer barely steps

to the music of July

missing Junes trumpet



 Autumn

 
there is no patience

in the Autumn of living

no patience to life




 Winter


winter walks in hope

steppping to music in tune

dancing in love's steps

Seasons Haiku Series Number Two and Three

 

 Seasons Haiku Series Number 2 and 3

 

 

 

 

 

 Seasons Haiku Series Number Two

 SPRING

spring came and it left

awarding many clear thoughts

of love, pains and loss



 SUMMER

of knowledge unknown

summer's collage end is seen

grand experience



 AUTUMN

hot is not the point

sunshine heals the hearts damage

as autumn arrives 



  WINTER

winter's discontent

holds promises holds intent

to do and intend

 Seasons Haiku Series Number Three

 Spring


Spring like a March tune

Showering  April and May

For a year so new




 Summer


Summer barely steps

to the music of July

missing Junes trumpet



 Autumn

 
there is no patience

in the Autumn of living

no patience to life




 Winter


winter walks in hope

steppping to music in tune

dancing in love's steps

idioms of the ages

by idiots or sages

unpainted pages

line lines lined

coloured thoughts

kwafted and caught

ordered not

idioms caught

neither sold

neither bought

coloured thought

sages pages

idioms' thoughts

coloured and caught

from palms to sea

idioms of the ages

by idiots or sages

unpainted pages

line lines lined

coloured thoughts

kwafted and caught

ordered not

idioms caught

neither sold

neither bought

coloured thought

sages pages

idioms' thoughts

coloured and caught

from palms to sea

Between

BETWEEN

The Desire

such sounds strip seemingly
carving cravings
apart aligning above
bitterness below
demands demons devouring
hearts.
apart such cravings bitterness demands.

The Space

the fault line of my mind
the cracked spaces of my heart
the gaping holes of my loves
the distances of my connections
the silences of my thoughts
the separation of my desire
of emptiness the universe
can only be filled
with love

Al Mendoza, 2015

Between

BETWEEN

The Desire

such sounds strip seemingly
carving cravings
apart aligning above
bitterness below
demands demons devouring
hearts.
apart such cravings bitterness demands.

The Space

the fault line of my mind
the cracked spaces of my heart
the gaping holes of my loves
the distances of my connections
the silences of my thoughts
the separation of my desire
of emptiness the universe
can only be filled
with love

Al Mendoza, 2015

Without a Spider

You see? And there, there are it was. 

Yet, there are not you see.

#poetry #meditation #poets #poems #zen



Like the stadium devotee
The faces of the facing attending
Standing as the settee sitting
A single sound from the whispers now roars
Like a song.

Patched together pounding air
A kaleidoscope of sewn quilts
A uniformed blanket from the patterns
Like a dance.

So here is the coloured music of a symphony
Rolling the ties together a net, a web
We know from our distance there are so many
All like single stitches
Without a spider.

Pins of sound highlighting light
The very sound of it covers as a blanket sewn
Brightness strung together inside of spaces
Netted with hollow places and tied rhythms vibrating Without a theme
Like a storm.

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Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

Without a Spider

You see? And there, there are it was. 

Yet, there are not you see.

#poetry #meditation #poets #poems #zen



Like the stadium devotee
The faces of the facing attending
Standing as the settee sitting
A single sound from the whispers now roars
Like a song.

Patched together pounding air
A kaleidoscope of sewn quilts
A uniformed blanket from the patterns
Like a dance.

So here is the coloured music of a symphony
Rolling the ties together a net, a web
We know from our distance there are so many
All like single stitches
Without a spider.

Pins of sound highlighting light
The very sound of it covers as a blanket sewn
Brightness strung together inside of spaces
Netted with hollow places and tied rhythms vibrating Without a theme
Like a storm.

licensed under a

Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.