Wrapped by his sea breeze
Rolled around as people sees
Along the shore tease
His narrow ships and low keys
Bumpy tail through my hands squeeze
One more tanka in monorhyme.
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Wrapped by his sea breeze
Rolled around as people sees
Along the shore tease
His narrow ships and low keys
Bumpy tail through my hands squeeze
One more tanka in monorhyme.
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Lying words behind the scenes
Bulaklak ang dilah means
Flowering tongue — screens
By ‘Mal-Form’ of ‘Mal-Death’ genes
Rapid mouth sisters machines
‘Ogle’ the husband
Tired of mouth; cannot stand
Wife constant demand.
Like sister ‘Mal-Low’ command
‘Hammie’s grandchildren expand.
Two relative poems of re-visiting tanka in monorhyme.
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Wash the stinky birds
Parakeets of four remain
Three boys and one girl
Old Maw talks of old folks home
My anger tells her to stop!
First a big black one —
A bumble bee, then honey bee
Near parakeet cage
White towel with flower prints
Small sweet pea tree with flowers
Windy, clear blue sky
Then Angry Elder Maw screams
Irresponsible!
Let them die under the sun
The cause of the Old Maw’s pain
Hiding upstairs day
Nowhere to go but lay low
Typing and blogging
Nothing to say but stay still
Discovered word press dot com
Oh Joy! New hobby
Organize my blogs
Upload close to four hundred
No good! Cut and paste errors!
Fonts and colors in the way.
Phone call from BratBoy
Picked up by Old Maw screaming,
‘Flynn! It’s your BratBoy!’
Oh, BratBoy! What is it now?
Hi and goodbye: I’ll leave now.
A cash withdrawal
Late afternoon burger and pie
Fresh orange juice drink
Tall Chinese moms and their kids
Thick accents screaming at kids
Juicy hamburger
Until gray mares belly full
Apple pie from him
Another half an hour to go
Before visiting the brats
Heavy wooden pieces
Steps twenty two done halfway
Airhead not much help
Sitting around and staring
Pissing me off once again
Lifting some pieces
But nothing more could be done
Before niece walks in
Croissant tastes bad to my tongue
Talks about her new boyfriend
I stopped working hard.
After their lazy snack break,
BratBoy asks for help
Two Chinese only talking
In English and nothing more
I answered back niece
I’m older! You should help too.
Lazy broad got up.
Her attitude won’t pass me.
My first snap at those people!
She got up and tried.
Held electrical screwdriver
Gently but got up
Both Chinese scowled far away
I will not tolerate them!
Airhead talks to girl
Told my BratBoy I am leaving.
Motioned with my hands
Flapping of index and thumb
Talked to her, waved to him – goodbye
Saw Maw exercise
Silently passing by her
Didn’t say one word
Greeted parakeets a bit
And straight to the patio
Talked to Paw out back
Watering his lawn many times
About their new t.v. stand
China cabinet in height
For forty-two inch plasma
Ran upstairs again
But smelled the food from below
I could not resist
Had to bring out my own plate
Maw and I started to talk.
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20070419:
Long whales clouds of purple, blue and gray
Marching together by west side bay
Bell and saucer shape with bluish say
Clustering clouds form mountainous scene
Stretching above the east side hills green
After a gray morn to us unseen
20070418:
White fluffiness for the past few days
Puff, fluffy clouds with gray sleepy maze
Lightest blue skies with some sunshine rays
One big puffy ball right overhead
After one morning’s cold and gray spread
Cloud puffs snoozing behind hills ahead
20070417:
Freezing and chilling my long black hair
Spilling and whipping not meant to scare
After dinner dance with ‘Mar’ beware
20070416:
Can’t remember if sunny or rain
Tax time and another Monday chain
In my realm of the boring mundane
Six poems in nine syllables in monorhyme.
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For the bullish bears
Offers to investors shares
Tumble pull on hairs
Credits and foreign repairs
Banking with deficits tears
Men of charge d’affaires
Kings among their wares
Diamond rings and golden stairs
Oil contractors VISA fares
Embassies of world affairs
Zionists pigs glares
Bloggers’ truth tagged unawares
Wickedness and snares
Mindless slaves pay billing airs
Servitudes through love affairs
Three more samples of tanka in monorhyme.
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Rescue them from death
Secure us from fear’s darkness
Cure one from hatred
Shun me from Omega’s sin
Lone secret and immortal
With a Will and True Light
Before the break of dawn’s flight
Rest of peas a night
Square sun spins faster with might
Snip of dead branches of plight
Two more samples of tanka in monorhyme.
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Dream 1:
A night scheme dream
Spider web scream
Green Blue words gleam
Two buildings team
Gathering theme
All-gory stream
Talking a deem
A group regime
My right side bream
Seeks comfort beam
Of pillowed cream
Head rests supreme
Dream 2:
Saw baby chickens
Running here and there
Some gray and yellow
Soft with fuzzy hair
At a daytime fair
with a grayish flair
More chicken fellow
In wood container
Of hand made screen air
Lots of loving care
Calm baby jello
Back in spacious lair
Six poems of four and five syllables in monorhyme and aaba pattern, respectively.
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20070418-Running Blond
White shirt, blue shorts slight
Running blond from left to right
Skinny arms and leg white
Wavy hair and blue eyes sight
Look at me to garage flight
20070418-Con-Sider Pledge
Retired ‘Mar’ screams
Can’t afford diocese teams
Santa Clara schemes
Twenty-six-hundred kay dreams
‘Cat Hole Lick’ lawsuits, it seems.
Two more evening samples of tanka in monorhyme.
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Cowards sorry too
Hide behind trees and Bush grew
Protection of pooh!
Order no shooting on que
Amidst the dying accrue
CIA of ‘Zoo’
Mind of Asian victim screw
Thirty-three lives through
Program to kill his debut
Suicide and shooting drew
On darkest moon new!
Wake up fools and get a clue!
‘Right to bear arms’ glue!
Always crying never knew.
Bright stupid candles adieu.
God’s anger to brew
Made of lives in bloody stew
Delay overdue
Dark cahoots and fat ass goo
Silent sorry through my mew
Four more samples of dark tanka in monorhyme.
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mariam nelson <mrm_nelson32@hotmail.fr> wrote:
From: “mariam nelson” <mrm_nelson32@hotmail.fr>
Subject: From Your Humble Sister
Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2007 06:08:22 +0000From Mrs Mariam Nelson Dearest in Christ My name is Mrs Mariam Nelson a nationality of Kuwait. I am married to late Mr. James Nelson who worked with Kuwait embassy in Ivory Coast for nine years before he died in the year October 2003. We were married for twenty years with a child. He died after an illness that lasted for long four days. Before his death we were both born again Christians. When my late husband was alive we deposited the sum of $12Million (twelve Million U.S. Dollars) with one of good banks here in Cote d’Ivoire . Presently, this money is still with the bank. Recently my Doctor told me that I would not last for the next three months due to my cancer problem. Though what disturbs me most is my stroke. Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to church or better still a Christian
individual that will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct here in. I want a person or church that will use this fund to churches, orphanages, research centres and widows propagating the word of God and to ensure that the house of God is maintained. The Bible made us to understand that blessed is the hand that giveth. I took this decision because I have a child that will inherit this money but my son can not carryout this work only because i and my late husband decide to use some of the money to work for God and live some for our son to have a better live. our son is just 17years old now and been grow up in Africa, he have low maturity and my husband´s relatives are not Christians and I don´t want my family hard earned money to be misused by unbelievers. I don´t want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly manner. Hence the reason for taking this bold
decision. I am not afraid of death hence I know where I am going to. I know that I am going to be in the bosom of the Lord. Exodus 14 VS 14 says that the lord will fight my case and I shall hold my peace. I want your telephone communication in this regard because of my health and due to the presence of my family relatives around me always call me or my son his name is George, with this our telephone number is +22508970236, Immediately you received this message. I don´t want any of my husband family relatives to receive this money. With God all things are possible. As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the Finance/bank. I will also issue you a letter of authority that will empower you as the new beneficiary of this fund. I want you and the church to always pray for me because the lord is my shepherd. My happiness is
that I live a life of a worthy Christian. Whoever that wants to serve the Lord must serve him in spirit and truth. Please always be prayerful all through your life. Any delay in your reply will give me room in sourcing for a church or Christian individual for this same purpose. Please assure me that you will act accordingly as I stated here. Expecting to hearing from you on this private mailbox:
http://us.f343.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=mrmnelson1@yahoo.fr Remain blessed in the name of the Lord Mrs. Mariam Nelson
An afternoon ‘nod’
About a homeless man-god
Lights, sounds and cops squad
Ten fingers tips to door
Glowing and to him implore
Quiet through my snore
My bright lit place
Two renters in a small space
Someone’s saving face
Left and no good-bye
Down the hill; left U-turn cry
Fifth from left lanes vie
Struggling uphill defy
Back at home and still no guy
Open the closet
Small words on metallic fret
Sense he’s fine no sweat
Bright golden box sad regret
White crepe paper orgone let
Three haiku and two tanka in monorhyme.
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Angelic assigned
Warriors of our mankind
Wake the flying blind
Subconscious and peas of mind
Illusions that leave behind
Everyone to find
Toss at turns with open mind
Cellphone towers grind
Crying crystals by design
Boost, heal, clear to the maligned
Astrals intertwined
Unseen etheric remind
Orbs fly unconfined
Energy release not bind
Coven-ant honors consigned
Three more samples of tanka in monorhyme.
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