Haiku's,Poems and anything that rhymes!

Dragon on high
She flies through
the sky

Roaring red flames
As red as her
scales and mane

Flapping her wings
What a delight
it is to be free!

Body of water below
reflection is deep
Look now
I hear a voice

Who is it that speaks?
Daenerys is her name
She has mastered
dragons and
our flames.

She is kind
to us
beyond anything
Around her,
we are tame

If you try
to hurt her
watch out for
our flames!

Daenerys is
true to us
beyond anything
Loyalty and trust
Daenerys shows
us love.
 
Luna, Luna, Luna
Such a true friend
She isn't afraid
to stick up
for anyone
that she befriends

Blond hair
Cute quirks
Lovely face
Not afraid to
face anything
where it lurks

Supporter of
the Quibbler
Always has a copy
in her palm

Loyal to the end
Luna Lovegood
is such a
true friend
 
Today was the first day of autumn, and my husband pointed out all these birds to me during one of our walks (see photo), so it set me in a haiku-sort of mood.

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First Day of Fall 2017

Birds strung like chilled beads
on powerlines! We smile.
Autumn is on its way...


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The amusing sequel to my effort to capture the beginning of fall, was that the husband of one of my close friends saw my haiku, and it inspired him to write one of his own:

Birds on power lines,
as I drive underneath them,
time to wash my car!


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Don't you just love creative synergy?!!

 
Since the Honorable Glenburne has unearthed this thread, I shall post my own latest haiku. It is for Theresa Rader, a female real-world friend of mine who is not a TDL member. The occasion for the haiku is that she needed to replace her Colorado state ID card. She can't drive (which is why it was not a driver's license she was replacing, duh), so I drove her to the relevant office.

At the D.M.V.,
She spent cash to prove again
That she is herself.
 
(haiku) Copperfox poems in general & "At the D.M.V. in particular

Love it, Copperfox!
Your poems: bright sparks of wit
whirling like the 4th.
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Hello Hello
I've missed you so
It's great to be back, my oldest friends
how bittersweet yet wonderful
to see you all again

It's me! It's me!
Remember Me?
I vanished without a trace
my writing got better, my brain got sicker
New scars, new battles to face

Goodbye Goodbye
Beautiful sky
The person I was back then
But hello hello!
I've missed you all so
Can we be friends again?
Love, Dusty 🥰
 
Lady Airplane, your new username reminds me of a haiku I once wrote. It refers to an incident around twenty years ago, when my first wife Mary still was living, and my parents had just visited us in the Baltimore area where we then lived.

From an airport lounge,
We saw jets take off in rain.
Their wings were swimming.


Now, in honor of you rejoining us, here's a NEW haiku which I literally just thought up minutes ago:

Restoring friendships--
At once a sense of newness,
And past warmth regained.
 
Face your demons
Face your angels
Face the God that created you

Face me
Face her
face us both on the stand
Look at what you've done to us
you don't deserve reprimand

you deserve death
you deserve hell
you deserve worse than death's bell

Face me
Face me
Look into my eyes
You should've never told me your secrets
I did nothing but fantasize
about where we are now

Surprised?​
 
Hooo-eeee! I wouldn't want to be the person that poem is aimed at!

Without claiming to know more than your lines tell, I am again reminded of something. I have often been compelled to discuss with other people the meaning-- and the limits-- of forgiveness. Some have expected me to pretend that a wrongdoer DIDN'T EVEN REALLY do any wrong. Some, still worse, have implied that I ought to STAY VULNERABLE to a wrongdoer. Like, "Please hurt me some more, I enjoy it!"

You do NOT owe it to offenders to permit them to keep on hurting you. And when you are clearly the injured party, you ABSOLUTELY do not owe it to ANYONE to accept a "both sides equally wrong" interpretation. Cain and Abel were not "equally wrong;" Cain alone deserves ALL the blame for what he did.

Have you ever heard of a Catholic author named Moira Greyland? I've never met her in person, but I'm online friends with her. She wrote an autobiography which might have some bearing on experiences of yours. I can't discuss her youthful troubles here, because the account would absolutely not be suitable for nine-year-olds to read. But you should be able to find it.
 
Hooo-eeee! I wouldn't want to be the person that poem is aimed at!

Without claiming to know more than your lines tell, I am again reminded of something. I have often been compelled to discuss with other people the meaning-- and the limits-- of forgiveness. Some have expected me to pretend that a wrongdoer DIDN'T EVEN REALLY do any wrong. Some, still worse, have implied that I ought to STAY VULNERABLE to a wrongdoer. Like, "Please hurt me some more, I enjoy it!"

You do NOT owe it to offenders to permit them to keep on hurting you. And when you are clearly the injured party, you ABSOLUTELY do not owe it to ANYONE to accept a "both sides equally wrong" interpretation. Cain and Abel were not "equally wrong;" Cain alone deserves ALL the blame for what he did.

Have you ever heard of a Catholic author named Moira Greyland? I've never met her in person, but I'm online friends with her. She wrote an autobiography which might have some bearing on experiences of yours. I can't discuss her youthful troubles here, because the account would absolutely not be suitable for nine-year-olds to read. But you should be able to find it.
Ah this is actually aimed at an ex of mine who's going to trial for domestic assault and CP :(
 
My own composition. It is not perfect, but it closely follows the style of poems attributed to the historical and legendary bard, Taliesin.

The Grail’s Call

by Thomas Adams



A thousand years frozen in time.

Watching the centuries pass me by,

as kingdoms are born and die.

I was there when Macsen arrived,

I was there when the Saxons came,

And there still when both had died.

I carried the Pendragon’s flame.



I was the song of Patrick’s heart,

and what made Arthur’s quest start.

When the music of Taliesin ceased to flow,

I saw the invaders come and go.

When the Bear smote the Boar,

When the dragon banner did soar,

Thus was rejoicing at the end of war.

Yet you ask “what was it all for?”



That Christian men and women might live.

in freedom, love, and right, did they give

their blood, their lives, their very souls.

So was the gift of God in earthen vessels.

A world of chivalry and justice wrought,

by blood and strong courage bought.

Though for only a short time it reigned,

Merlin prophesied it would be regained.



Though ruined, lost and forgotten,

Camelot lives in the hearts of the pure.

A refuge for the downtrodden,

Strong, honest, brave and sure,

Albion’s knights live again,

even if not in Britain.

Though scattered and separated,

the stones that built Camelot reunite.

Chivalry and honor will be paraded,

The maiden will accept her knight.

The king will again take up Caliburn,

To defend the honor of the lady spurned.

Lancelot redeem his name,

Galahad reignite the flame.



The holy quest begins anew

The Grail of Christ beckons,

To all knights good and true.
 
Note, everybody, that when Tom refers to Lancelot redeeming his name, this does not mean Lancelot finding forgiveness for a major offense against Arthur. The genuine historic Lancelot didn't ruin Arthur's marriage. It was later generations, under Norman dominion, who invented that whole affair out of nothing, because they thought it made a cool story. Redeeming Lancelot's name actually means proving his (and Guinevere's) innocence.

If you watch the 2004 movie "King Arthur," and filter out the malicious Christian-bashing inserted by politically-correct director Antoine Fuqua, you'll have an account fairly close to the actual events.

Concerning the bard Taliesen: if God ever grants it to Tom to stage an Arthurian Festival in Oklahoma, Taliesen will be included in the cast of characters.
 
There is a thing that happens in the hearts,
of men when they sleep under the Narnian moon

Under fading golden red rays of the sun it starts, and ends as the silvery stars hum their tune

In the quietude amidst the noise, of birds and squirrels and nymphs and trees

The human heart awakens to poise, as his soul and spirit hit their knees

For the Great Emperor over the seas shines there, unlike He's shone on earth in years

In this world still rich with truth and care, unshadowed by fallen hates and fears

Communion with the Father lost, for sons of Adam and daughters of Eve

Though bought back at the highest cost, the Earth itself still under siege

Underneath the Narnian moon, it learns respect and awe, joy and delight

Shine upon my heart too, Sir, as I lie upon this Dancing Lawn one Narnian night
 
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