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Haiku & Shortform

Chimneys – A Haiku

indigo darkness
marauding across rooftops
chimneys breathe heavy

Here’s a little Monday evening haiku. The nights are setting in quickly now in Newcastle with some lovely shades of colour among the blackened blue.

Why not check some of my other writing while your here.

I love reading your feedback.

Take it easy.

Paul.

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Haiku & Shortform

Summer’s Farewell Kiss A Haiku

honeysuckle breeze
taste of summer’s farewell kiss
bronze leaves fall in love

This haiku came to me when out in the garden and catching a faint scent of honeysuckle this afternoon.

I’d love to hear your thoughts, and while your hear why not check my other pieces.

Thanks for reading,

Paul

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Haiku for Autumn

To celebrate the arrival of meteorological Autumn, here’s a little haiku.

leaves crack underfoot
honey-gold and warm bronze hues
autumn’s first rewards

I’d love to know your thoughts.

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Poetry

Leaking Twilight

Razor sharp winds
needling heavy clouds
perforating
those miserly grey temples
the leaking twilight
beaming warmth
like celestial beacons
reminding Lady Earth
and all her children
the sun is always watching
observing
the mundane and insane
and when it may seem
the bleakest and blackest
the hope of light
is real.

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Poetry

Parisian Lessons

It’s easy to get lost
in the romance of Paris
in the mystique of Paris
you can taste it
the aroma of sweet spice
and lingering vanilla tobacco
you can hear it
seductively whispering
notes of music
and conversations
from streetside cafes
you can see it
in the architecture
both masculine and feminine
lustily snapped by tourists
as evidence
that for a brief interlude
they were part
of the city of love
but
I’ll never be that naive
because
Paris
will always be
a den of wolves
in designer clothing
to me.

Aged 8 dawdling
feet struggling
on a cobbled urban jungle
a metre behind my parents
my protectors
when the city tried to tear me away
a candy-striped shirt
greying white trousers
that matched his hair
the strength
of his rancid breath
more powerful than his tanned arms
silent screams
searing my lungs
survival instincts kicked in
a case of
fight then flight
catching up with my father
fury igniting his face
powering his legs
as he tried to chase
the man down
like a lion
whose pride had been attacked
but wolves are cowards
and hide until it’s safe to attack again.

A couple of life lessons learned.
Aged 8.
Early for some
Too late for others.

Paris is only romantic in print.
You only see what they want you to see.

Wolves don’t scare me.
Face your fears.
Cowards retreat in the face of confrontation.

I have a lion’s blood.
Family is everything.

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Haiku & Shortform

Candles

The flame glows brightly
a memory of life lost
burning out too fast.

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Haiku & Shortform

Love Yourself

Curb your inner voice
it speaks in hateful language
always love yourself

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Haiku & Shortform

Sleeves

Sleeves on grey wet eyes
rush to wipe away sorrow
rub the pain deeper

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Haiku & Shortform

bamboo

we weave through life’s obstacles
like wind through bamboo
trying not to get whipped by branches
but often getting caught in the leaves.

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foundations

we live in paper houses
stained at the edges
the poison crept in slowly
tainting the foundations.