Orange-red sunset glows,
Dark-hued clouds reflecting down,
Loosing the light, Gone.
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Haiku
Waves crashing on shore,
pelicans dipping, diving.
Whitecaps endless new.
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Quilters’ Haiku
Scrap bag overflows,
more colors than the rainbow.
Cut, Piece, Sew, Quilt, Done!
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Haiku
Look across the sea.
Insignificant am I
standing on the sand.
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Poetry: Let’s Not Pretend
Let's Not Pretend
To know you,
or really anybody for that matter,
I need to see you,
spend time with you,
face to face.
To see what you are saying,
with your body,
your eyes,
the timbre of your voice;
at times more important than your words.
To know you,
or really anybody for that matter,
I need to see you,
face to face.
We need this,
to really know the essence of you
and you, me.
c.2019 tch
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Poetry – Spring
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Goodbye Friend
Rose
Today my friend you’ll be laid to your final rest.
Yes, you will be sorely missed.
But when I think of you,
I will smile
and remember your laughter,
you dancing,
you tending to your garden
and smelling your flowers.
Your love and friendship
that you so readily gave.
I will remember you in your joy
and acceptance.
I will remember you with happiness.
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Diagnosis: Books
I have this disease called “Books”
they’re hidden in
every cranny and nook.
I’ve run out of room,
—it’s true,
but still I go
aborrowin and alookin
to find just one more book.
The basement is full
the attic too
shelves line the garage
they’re on the ceiling too.
I guess I’ll have
to dig a well
one without water
but “very” deep
and there more
new books
I will keep.
Many more books, I can seek,
have no doubt
I will find them very well.
And when that well is full,
you will see,
I’ll dig a new well
for my disease.
tcholland c. 2018
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Haiku ~ Respect & Peace
Respect, you and me ~ mutually caring, wanting ~ no room to pretend.
