Saturday, April 21, 2007

a breath of air stirs night
the leaves fall down form trees
so am I stripped and bare

Friday, July 07, 2006

of Sixlets and Emile's appalling example

Gnawing, as you know,
is truly now the new thing
to do with fang--shoo!
A cat's the only cat who
chooses you to chew today.

Look how it is. He
lies on your his own throne couch cushion,
still, so innocent.
Your Some pale flabby arm descends
too near his tempted jaws--snap!

Spray of H2O,
sprigs of Sixlets ready by--sweet!
I perch like Emile,
recoiling from this excess:
dentless, dry, and boring desk.

誠 makota
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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Today I read a remark
from one who thusly did bark:
"you're blog's got a poem,
but here you don't show 'em!"
So she this limerick sparked.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

dripping change falls
tiny, gentle, rhythmic, still
until it rains.

市郎 (ichiro)
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

mots, λέξεις, слова, Wörter, palabras

mean frustrated words
overhead, and Internet
"your little dog too."

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Thirty thousand feet
four hours there and five back
crammed nose to tail.

康夫 yasuo
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Four dogs on the porch in May.
Three cats who've begun to stray.
Two mice burrowed in the hay.
One bird to announce the day.