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Black and white squares,
Image of the Logic,
Have no place for games
Alike pin-ball..and the chess is magick.
One moves the white Pawn from the right,
Other,moves the Horse in front,the ballance is set,
Then,the 1th one brings the Tower on sight,
The 2d,moves the Pawn in front of the Queen,on the 4th square,
The clock is ticking,
The eyes are seeking,
The minds are thinking,
The ballance is set..
But hey,nothing remained,now,indeed..
All are gone...
The Twister was that one
Who turned the table up-side-down..
All that remained steady,was the little Pawn..

H2S04

*applause* That was really almost good.

Not Haiku, but hey...you march to your own drumbeat, and that's cool.

Applause?!who needs them?! !?
I surelly don't want!
Neither to start "i don't know what contest",
Neither "what could be considered as a game";
I do not want!
Remember that i'm not the subject of a test,
And also,my mind,has no time for rest;
Always working to express a metaphor,to show a sense,
This way i am,indeed,and for testing me,there's no chance..
But,indeed,if u would like some company,into writing,
I think that sounds...insteresting?!
Therefore,
There's no locked door,
There are no keys,
There are no dreams..
All that is,exists,expressions of mind,
Another aspects of life,that one still find,
More real than the un-real,
Keeping the same atmosphere of knowledge,of life,
Having the same stamp,the same code,the same seal,
Respecting the same spirit of poetry,i reveal..
What i reveal?!..
Everything i feel..
So then,there're no place,i say,
For technical writings,
For so many essays,
For that,smiling,one thing i say:
"The literature's critics,to search my grammar,and i bet they will smile"!
But for something else,there is a possible way:
"Either follow the rules that rules you,either twist them and have a smile"!
So,in both cases,u smile,which is positive;
Then,critics,found by me as having tendency to negative,
Are brought,slowly by slowly,to something positive,
And then,those who might encounter difficulties,regarding my mention,
When they're themselves in all what do,others are able to see his/her intention..
When they try to be something else,to disrupt the natural,
Or,to be what others want from them to be,they hide,they become fake,
They lose something so charming,called: in all u do,to be original..
And those who dream,but do not sleep,as me,they are awake..
Awake,now,and i say,perhapse,something,in another day
But for now,few words,to finish: see ya around,lady...

H2S04

thesulfuricacid wrote:

There's no locked door,
There are no keys,
There are no dreams..
...
"Either follow the rules that rules you,either twist them and have a smile"!

H2S04

Oh, my doors are locked; I have the keys. Do not come to my house to disrupt my dreams - I have a very dangerous laser (printer) and a large, three-headed dog named Cerberus.

Be original all you like (though go create a new topic if you don't like formal verse) - just remember that some "rules" are called "laws" and twisting them gets you thrown behind bars.

You scare me, sometimes.

Just teasing. Well...not about making your own sandbox. I mean, really, if you don't like Japanese forms, go start a thread on the devolution of language or free verse or... I dunno, there's a whole category for prose, too. Oh, wait, you know that already.

For H2SO4, because he reminded me of this childhood favorite:

What a wonderful bird the frog are.
When he stand, he sit almost.
When he hop, he fly almost.
He ain’t got no sense hardly.
He ain’t got no tail hardly, either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got almost!

-- Anonymous

hehehehe

Nice poem

..i throwed the keys away..
What are their use,anyway?

I found another doors,
But locked..
I climbed on the walls,
Instead,and now,i just made another law..
Another pattern,this way formed,
Another rain,another rainbow..
Only patterns i have changed..
Only numbers have remained,
Only thoughts have been out there,flying...
Flying away,back in time,but still i was one who kept the keys,in that day..
So many keys tun from numbers to literaes and reverse,
So many others thoughts,pawns of the chess,
So many patterns,changed,
So many laws,followed,
Made my days alike there,above,clear sky,
And yet,many others,questioned me why?
As why i see all these,there's nothing to say..
All its furfilled with joy,life,following a path,another way..
Waiting the next day who came already,
Forming my mind always into remaining steady,
I brough past in present,present in past,
I made green lands where was only sand and dust
And,indeed,satisfied i was,am and i will always be..
Question was why,answer was because i see..
Question was what i see and answer for that,surelly won't be..
And if will be an answer,kept under a key,in secret,it is,
As about where it is,who that is,why it is,inside of me,
There's the anwers found in questions,and my mind,cold as ice who now,freeze..
Freeze every word,every aspect of it,
For that this is the key-word,this is the link..
The mind of those who seek,sorted on patterns each little thought,
The same sand of the desert,the same water of the sea,was brought..
The same aspects of the twisting senses,
The same changing of patterns,
The same finish of verses,and i say:
See you around,in another day..

H2S04

P.S:
ah,i forgot to mention something:..speaking about the asian's poetry[cos also,the japanese are asians

,i might tell u something in chinese,to see that i am pasionate about

and which "contradicts" words as "if u do not like the japanese forms"

hehehe..[ eh,i know that was about haiku

hehehe]

Ancient Air ,by Li Bai >> a small fragment

"Deng gao wang si hai
Tian di he man man
Shuang bei qun wu qiu
Feng piao da hunag han"

ah,to post also the translation of these:

"Climb high gaze four seas
Heaven earth how vast vast
Frost blanket crowd thing autumn
Wind blow big desert cold"

These was fragment from the original verses..eh,chinese pinyin ,but,still showd that i liked the asian poetry..Li Bai was a great artist..

H2S04