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her words...

all haukus and poetry are from "A Direct Line, A Book of Poetry" by Syndeelou Jones, all rights
are reserved.                                                                      

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Footsteps in the sand
memories of you and I
Soon, to wash away.
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Forest bones rattle
Arctic breath coils the mountain
Growth comes with a shock.
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Moon above water.
A promise rests in whispers.
Tomorrow awaits
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Chocolate stained face
Freckles wrap around your nose
You...daughter of mine
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The clearing pale sky
Laughter hides in bare branches
Spring is almost come
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Sex, coffee and booze
are the tokens of today
Behind them...we fall.
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Red wine falls from glass
I laugh in my white soiled dress
A moment with you
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The New Year arrives
and instead of plum blossoms
comes a great white storm
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As the bird circles
His round eyes align – its time....
Pecking at my soft soled shoes.
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From the lilly lake
springing up into the sky
clouded peaks beckon. 

 

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Dont look for love in

countless places and faces...

Find it within you.

 

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Autumn's sweet wind

sings her lament over the hills

Come and sit beside me.

FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH

Should you hear these words

as you lay under the cherry blossom tree

and throw stones

at your reluctant remembrances of you and I

I want you to know

I loved you

So what, if my friends say I look better without you?

The dice fell where you tossed them

and you

collected all the winnings.

Three words

I love you.

Wear them like a warm woolen coat

Lay with them when the moon deserts you

Hold them beneath your bones

against your heart

so they can dance

 

They are yours.

For what it is worth

A veil of silence

screams as loud as a siren.

Vengeance leaves its scars.

HAIKU:  Japanese verse meaning good words.  

"Writing words in a melodic way by utilizing the syllables is both challenging and engaging to me as a lover of words and melody. To evoke an emotion so precisely that it can be felt with only 17 syllables.  A writer has but one chance to grab you, to capture you and to remain within you."
                 ----Syndeelou Jones

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​EVE
What was her appeal,
That all women’s apples fell from her tree?
 
Ripe juicy round soft apples
Bouncing off of each other
before they hit the ground
Bruised
Battered
Begging
for a chance to be eaten
PEACHes
are like women
juicy

ripe

tasty

nourishing

soft

hard

and

if you bite down too hard

you'll crack your teeth

on a crazy nut.

 

The ambitious mouth

says and feels and gives too much.

Silence earns respect.

BURNT BREAD

I burnt my toast

which feels like death

because it was my last piece of bread

The eggs are steaming

on the cracked green plate

Coffee is filled with almond creme

Butter is warm and soft

It is a perfect picture.

I woke dreaming of this masterpiece

So, what possessed me

to make such a fatal mistake?

Don't beg Charlie.

It's beneath you.

His tongue hangs over his furry lips

as i scrape the charred black remnants of hope

into the arms of my rusted trash can.

My beloved toast breaks apart in my hands

falling to the floor

and my good ole boy gets his wish.

Gobbling it up as if it is some great reward.

I look over at my eggs

which are now cold and hard,

poke them with my finger

before pushing them into Charlie's bowl

Bend down and kiss his warm nose.

I love you boy.

    Enjoy.

Mouth of the ocean

smiling at me fervently

before swallowing.

Love can take you to

many places deep and far.

Go ahead… go on

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