Pale face man appeared
Thick bottle eye glasses peered
Long, white wavy beard
Dark blue jacket and pants geared
White sneakers, not smelly but weird
Communion holy
Old man suddenly on knee
Priest in front of me
Center aisle got up with glee
Church people praying could see
Two strange samples of creepy tanka in monorhyme.
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Go to the light lone moth in flight!
Shiny and bright all pure and white
Being alright without a slight
Oh, blessed sight to one invite!
What a delight! Place of sprite.
Greetings polite, playing soul wight
Dancing excite, passions ignite
Loving full height, hugging so tight
Some thoughts not right, a tad bit trite
One cannot fight this urge of plight.
Maybe at night in dreams of fright
Bulb burning rite, heat takes a bite
‘Babel’ to cite, dead authors write
Lifetimes recite, pen in hand sleight
Free from contrite, knowing despite
With second sight, love’s writ of right
A ‘life after dark’ poem of four stanzas with eight syllables in internal and end rhymes.
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Take a long good look:-
If you cook, you’re in my book!
By hook or by crook
All the crannies in the nook
Dare not brook or rook this schnook
Another tasty sample of gobbledygook tanka of monorhyme.
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Do not be afraid of their spell
Red faces, false places like hell
Dark, gray spaces sulphuric smell
Anger and hate egos rebel.
To stomp at not knowing full well?
Undefined infinity swell
God is One eternally tell
Knowing all — too well, free-will fell
State of mind in physical shell
Questions unanswered by outside cell
God seeks answers by inward dwell
‘Duh’ eyes of south bay flying belle
A poem of three serendipitous stanzas with eight syllables in monorhyme.
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Kill a ball with an iron stick?
Light my candle of angered wick!
Wrong person to foolishly pick
Government agents should not trick.
Bad associations — my tick
From Pete and ‘JB’ to buck-teeth hick
Dare to play with my money! Quick!
Oil business import – export slick
Off with your heads, ‘ragging’ prick!
Stoning to your heads with my brick
Cook your goose well for my tongue lick
Lose your weight from girth so thick!
Fat ass bankers greedy to kick
Hand signals — middle fingers flick
Our patience tired and sick
For pissing this high clearance chick!
Four dark stanzas of ‘Not a funny joke, Fat Ass!’ poem with eight syllables in monorhyme.
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Some God(s) exists in my small mind
and keeps changing to us remind.
Follow Light with Darkness behind
or keep searching and maybe find.
Where stars and planets are defined
from lower to higher assigned —
God is nothing until refined.
We are nothing until combined.
Unity keeps us all entwined
until awakenings unwind
from anthropic views that confined
while inside the box as designed.
Our realities are combined
with various truths intertwined.
Intentions are good or maligned.
Some do nothing while others grind.
Love vibrating, always be kind
Fear believing, faithfully blind
Hate decreasing, falling behind
Water flowing, deepening bind
Five spatial stanzas with eight syllables in mindful monorhyme.
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The year of our Lord
Plus one and minus one scored
Golden ratio ward
Common lion roared
Value before first one adored
Voiceless speaking chord
Current ball point sword
Digging bowl shape concave horde
Twenty owe one poured
Three riddles of ‘Who am I?’ tanka in monorhyme.
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Dump energy grave
No more horno microwave !
Burn our food of crave
Too busy or lazy slave
Faster cooking to us save
Break energy wall
Install hovercrafts for all!
Spraying planes will stall.
Three bucks per gallon gas fall.
Oil users slow to a crawl.
Cool to own fried brain?
Cellphone, ‘eye-pod’ cancer gain!
Wired, ear-hole chain
Program all minds to insane
Flip the switch; energy drain!
Mind-programming mode
Internet shockwaves explode
Music lovers’ code
Movies, airtimes nonsense load
Visual, audio node
Mouthful to shirk
Mercury fillings rework
Fluoride toothpaste lurk
Radiated X-rays jerk!
Skull filled implants mental quirk
Atomic fusion
Radiation contusion
Nature’s conclusion
Nuclear blood transfusion
Warp genetics intrusion
Vaccination fears
Mercury injections spears
Autism appears!
Neurotoxin death adheres
Bio-pharmaceutical cheers
Cosmetic beauty
Silicon implants snooty
Liposuction bootie
Prettier clones for booty
Souls slaved by gay pride fruity!
Styrofoam taste — stinks!
Aluminum flavored drinks
Processed foods ad jinks
As upside down burger blinks
Fresh squeezed, organic picked thinks
Cloning of nature
Finding medical ill’s cure.
Save many lives lure
Seeds and feeds controlling poor
Nothing left: unsure and pure.
Nine dark samples of polluting tanka in monorhyme.
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Indoor building — lots of air, echoing, brightly lit
I climbed up to a contraption up stairs.
The white walls and white contraption
Recline legs up on contraption
Swinging forward and back
Exit to back carefully. Downwards
Previous dream walking among similar
But familiar place of light outdoors
Walking somewhere.
A poem in free-verse.
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Fluffy, oil free cheap
Clouds are no legs found on sheep.
Into twilight sleep
Sounds of howling earful beep
Picking boogers nostril deep
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Some to come home how
No-where, some-where, here and now
When pigs flying avow,
Hell freezes over allow
Or songs by fat lady cow
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A feeling before
To love me as a first score
A forgotten lore
Through subconscious blessed snore
Dreaming always ever more
Three more poems of ‘Qui! It’s not me but we!’ tanka in monorhyme.
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In the morning strain —
May first to fourth with some rain.
Clear blue skies again —
In the afternoon domain.
Fluffy clouds and sylphs maintain.
Stupid trails disdain:
May days of Sat and Sun pain —
Few crisscross by planes.
Sneezing boogers windy reign
Sleepiness energy drain.
Two more weather-related poems of tanka in monorhyme.
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I saw myself viewing people.
From the back, inside this train.
It was somewhat well lighted
With a window to my left.
We were going somewhere fast.
And entered from right to left
And laid down in the middle
Of clothes or materials.
Our heads were to the left side.
He was to my left hand side.
I was to his right hand side.
Another person was there.
With my left elbow, I propped
myself up and didn’t feel
the bunched clothes underneath me.
Later, after traveling
there were people making noise
which was outside to the right.
Of the door where we came in.
I found myself being placed
Slowly inside the female
And I opened my eyes
And looked around with her eyes.
I felt and saw the same man
Of black besides to my left.
He was trying to kiss me
Several times and gently.
I refused to part my lips.
A poem of seven stanza with seven syllables in free-verse.
Author’s note: Interesting, eh? There are several more mini-dreams as vivid as this but forgotten upon rising from sleep. Most are not nightmares but traveling among places and meeting of people.
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