The Infinite Haiku

[lazariuk]

to the feathered bed
where the feathers will tickle
and the bed will rock

[jimbo]

and the bed will rock
in the blue mountain cabin
with windows steamed up

[jimbo]

so continue

[jimbo]

so what happened behind
closed woodcabin doors stays there
lets say nothing more

[lazariuk]

lets say nothing more
United states of artists
silent a moment

[Byron]

silent a moment
to remember absent friends
...amen

[jimbo]

silent a momment
clocks ticking newyear new year
big ben strikes amen

[Byron]

Big Ben strikes amen
Champagne corks blast across us
Drinks and tears spill

[jimbo]

drinks and tears will spill
and let our new beginning
peace to all mankind

[Byron]

drinks and tears will spill
and let our new beginning
peace to all mankind

drinks and tears will spill
at this new beginning of
peace to all mankind.

I'm thinking of the way we all try to renew the best characteristics of mankind at this changing of the years. Hoping that evil dies away behind us, and love fills the vacuums that it leaves. Spring is around the corner and we hope for new life, new chances, new excitement, new ventures, renewal of all that is best within us. We hope...

[lazariuk]

peace to all mankind
a renewal of ethics
stemming from true love

[jimbo]

stemming from true love
which all have hid within our
flimsy bonefilled skin

[Byron]

stemming from true love
which all have hid within our
flimsy bonefilled skin

The Souls Of Old Men

Inside their aged and worn out bodies
reside the souls of old men.
How despondent the poor things are
and how tired of the wretched life they endure.
How they fear losing that life, and how they exalt it,
those perplexed and contradictory
souls that reside - tragicomically -
inside their aged and threadbare skins.

C.P.Cavafy.

[jimbo]

thank you Byron...............

aged an tread bear skins
must cling to their tortured souls
if its death they fear

[Cate]

if it's death they fear
if trepidation controls
they seal their own fate