Missing By David Wagoner

stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again saying Here.
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No two trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does it lost on you,
You are surely lost. stand still. The forest knows
where you are, you must let it find you.

Twenty Questions?

are you okay?
How is the weather today?
are you a passionate reader?
Do you love music?
Do you like famous writer?
what is your favorite color?
Do you swim?
Are you married?
What's your native language, then?
Do you recognize the word for carnation?
.
Are you happy?
Will you be happy?
What's your favorite fruit?
what's in your mind today?
Do you smoke?
Do you visit dentist?
Do you wear glasses?
Can you tell us more about yourself?
Is she a star or a criminal?
Do you have a word for calyx?

Atlas (The Book of Maps) By Kay Ryan

Extreme exertion
isolates a person
from help,
Discovered Atlas.
Once a certain
shoulder-to-burden
ratio collapses,
there is so little
others can do:
they cannot
lend a hand
with Brazil
and not stand
on Peru.

Schemes

Schemes are sugar-coated pills,
They look young and yummy,
They dress up as baits
on a fishing pole,
Those who are caught
are unfortunate,
Decent fish swim in deep waters,
They are not easily fooled
by freely offered artificial treats.

Mind your Own Business Please!

People make all sorts of decisions for me,
They assume, reason, decide, conclude,
for me, they interfere without
consulting my opinions or emotions,
They believe their wisdom,
and plot my future based on their views,
Does it work?
They don't care!
Do they benefit from such?
They make blank stare,
simply enjoy seeing me in blizzard weather.
...
what's best form me?
I know it better,
Thus, no matter how great your plans are,
I will walk my road, on my own, and go far,
and sing my type of song, like a pop star.

The Cold By Lance Henson

What remains of summer
is hidden in the memories
of crows.
.
in our sleep their shadows
inherit us
we pass warm ashes
of ourselves.
.
We sit on the cold mountain
among the lonely wolves.

Haiku on Nature

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we seek external
connection, it's part of life
in nature, period.
.
Love, the lasting theme,
either heals or hurts deeply,
by childish nature.
.
Look around, find comfort,
otherwise, cry for attention,
a baby's nature.

Haiku Heights #194 - Nature 

Things In Vein, Reality In Pain!

 Red Christmas Love =Hong Sheng Dan Ay(a)

Thursday Mini Fiction Writing Prompt Week 30: Life In The Art Box

Things
just sit and rust,
so you won't trust
enough to the settlement
in things.
.
We are projecting the world with trash,
and how values are coated with cash.
.
We can place men on the moon,
but can we fly high enough
to see the whole picture
and stop our souls from shrinking.

Reading At Night By David Ignatow (1914-1997)

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what have I learned that can keep me
from the simple fact of my quitting?
None of the ideas I read stay
with me for long, I find the dark
closed in about me as I close
the book and I hurry to open it
again to let its light shine
on my face.

Time Calls (Short Fiction Week 29 and Poets Rally Week 75)

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Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 75 (October 18 - October 24, 2012)

  

The sky is a mirror of nature's mood,
and it reflects what's going on
in the world's Heaven-hood,
because there is always a forest to ponder upon.
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when the day is happy,
We see sunshine and light,
When the day turns moody,
We encounter rain, pain, and fright.
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At times when the day is consistently hot,
That's summer we've got,
If the day is frozen cold,
we have winter then, grey and old.