Category Archives: mpy

With Haiku In Hand ( # Haiku )

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With Haiku in Hand

This was written then
And is being posted now –
Keep it for later.

I scheduled this one
So it would get to you now –
It’s a post-dater.

It’s something I’ve done
For the first time, here and now –
For you I cater.

Too clever by half
This programme I’m using now –
Obvious-stater.

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Whether the Weather be good; or… (A Badriomaku) #5

Weather!

Here’s the rain;
Then a hurricane;
Snow?
Wouldn’t be surprised;
Is it Summer?
Feels Wintry to me!

Krafterwerk (A Badriomaku) #4

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At home
After work
When I can stretch out
Why
Does time go quickly?
Six, seven, eight
So, soon, it’s bed time.

252 – My Voice

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My voice
Is my instrument
Of choice

I know
That I’m not the best –
‘Tis so.

But, hey!
What is my longing?
– To play!

What ‘They’ Say.

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‘They’ ‘say’ that my poetry really stinks; that, if heard, it would bring a grimace to the face of the immutable Sphinx; but, I don’t care what anyone thinks; my poetry is fine… to me.’They’, also ‘say’ that my rhymes are turgid and bland; that they could curdle milk and cause plagues throughout the land; but, I don’t mind, I understand – ‘they’ just don’t get the point… do you see? And ‘who’ are ‘they’ anyway? Just some jumped up critics, I suppose, analytics or the like, who can just get on ‘their’ bikes and go and read prose!