Lovely Haiku Via Lize Bard / WandererHaiku / Haiku out of Africa
move across the land
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touching lightly where you go
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quiet wanderer
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Category Archives: Poetry
Where’-my? – Nina
I’m not here. I’m somewhere!
Sending these lines while my mind is “up there”.
Peaceful vibes seeding in rhymes
Fleeting rewind to childhood sublime
Run through the Brushwood
Playing pretend fairy tails or set sail down trails
I’m just lost in imagination
Fascination with my elevation…
Nina
“Who am I?” She thought… – Nina
Photo post.
Source: “Who am I?” She thought… – Nina
My mind and it’s sticky notes. – Nina
hehehe
Inside my mind is about 30 or so fairy princesses constantly frantically placing sticky notes along the walls of my skull. From matters of extreme importance to utter nonsense.
AND I DONT HAVE THE TIME OR THE PATIENCE FOR READING ALL THIS SHIT.
Lol
Love Nina
Taoist Mystic – Nina
There was nothing, became everything, words devastating.
The tongue is far sharp-er sword. Bit-er sweet words
They ink jot and plot on pages
Captivating your mind, your captive in this ancient
Way. Since pyramids you peer-amidst scripture
The script will surely fit-the-picture
Graffiti-esque hieroglyphs; of time
In rhyme-form or devine-chords
Forever and ever and ever… trying to define more
Writers n biters, stolen ideas are the highest potential in-sequential
Prior to this something there was a comforting nothing
Simplistic-mystic-blissful-infinitely-intimate
Nothing.
Source: Taoist Mystic by Nina Yin
Vanished.
Streetlights burnt out.
And the city’s are overgrown.
We’ve Vanished…
“Beautiful”, I thought.
-Nina
The sun will be rising soon. – Nina
The sun will be rising soon,
it is black
Sounds of rain.
Out of subconscious.
I am awakened.
Riding by – Nina :)
🙂
Life’s unpredictable / devious and blissful.
The Yin and Yang
I’m riding through and I see and feel everything in every moment
For whatever comes, may come
I simply want to be
Here in existence in these moments, this ride
Watching the world fly by
Or stop in time
I’m riding
Nina
Tread softly — Haiku out of africa
move across the land – touching lightly where you go – quiet wanderer © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/
Two minutes, before I Run Free or Die – By Sonja Jon
This poem plays a huge role for me as a writer; The movie Slam resonated deep inside me. This is just one of the MANY poems in the movie…
My back is against a brick wall
I got a Mack truck two inches from MY FACE!!
Well run free baby, run now
It just looks hard, but it would be, SOOO easy
Just turn around and go!
Clip all the wires, hook-ups and hangups
And then you’re HOME FREE
You can give birth, to an excuse so easily
You’ll believe it’s always been there
While the natural order made-to-order
By your forever clever MIND
CONSTANTLY protecting you against things
You no longer need to be protected FROM!
AND I, BELIEVE!
I believe like a holy roller
Singing sweaty preaching Go Tell It On The Mountain
While speaking in twenty different tongues and diving
In ten thousand feet of baptismal water
Without a life preserver
I believe like my bullet-ridden brother
Out there somewhere RIGHT NOW
Gurgling blood through his LAST BREATH
Spitting out a red bright prayer
So new, so sweet, so baby fresh
So full of truth he thinks he can save his life!
God does not exist in desperation
And Hope is lying dead, somewhere in the sewer
Down the street around the corner in the alley
Underneath the feet of somebody
ITCHING SCRATCHING TREMBLING
JONES’N for that next hit and suckin somebody’s dick!
Got two minutes y’all
I got TWO MOTHERFUCKIN MINUTES
Before I run free or die, y’all!
Two minutes…
Before I, smash my face into the grill of a Mack truck
Before I get, ten thousand bricks shoved up my ass
Before I, RUN, FREE OR DIE.
Sonja John
Slam – the movie
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Source: Two minutes, before I Run Free or Die – By Sonja Jon
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