Tri-Haiku V (Red)

In fields of bright red
Rubies like treasures lie
Poppies in the sun

A blanket of red
Autumn from the many trees
Rubies on the ground

The red in the breeze
Falling down like crimson snow
Rubies to the wind

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Summer in Mind

A patch of wild flowers growing
in the churchyard yesterday
Reminded me that summer
wasn’t all that far away
And yes, I know it’s over
by the chill that’s in the air
Felt now come the mornings
seen by coats worn everywhere

Beauty to find

Poets gather words
to harmoniously craft
and beauty to find

Twelve months seven

No. 12 of 12 in the Jemverse “Twelve months’ series

Delphinium Larkspur
climbs to the sky
in the bright sun
on the first of July

Joy to share

Glint on water
Sea of blue
You’re just like a friend I knew

Oft I came
sat for a while
That friend knew how to make me smile

Wandering

Dappled sunlight
through the leaves
dances underneath
the trees

And with its movement
so do I
slowly as I
wander by

Beauty

Newton Ranaweera

She saw a Venus in her table mirror,
mirror that reflects images as they are,
or so close to their original form,
though a replica,
yet
she believed in what her lovers said,
the enthusiasts of her breasts
that did shield her heart often hurt,
that she is a Venus where Sun rises.
She tossed her head in pride
and her hair untamed
fell her dear Attic vase,
which broke
into pieces
and
was swept off.

HIDDEN MESSAGES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes Hidden Messages
Are There In Plain Sight,
Not Really Hidden At All,

Just Waiting To Be Seen
In A Different Light

Two Feet

these waves
they give
robes of shine

these waves
they bring
knights in sand

Beacon

The day was full of sunshine
as we headed out, day three
of our walks on hills of Sussex
my brother Dave and me
This time to Ditchling Beacon
climbing chalky paths and hill
then into shady valleys
where the air was calm and still

Sunset at Round Hill

Dusk wallows in the hill folds
waiting to be let loose,

Yellow Butterfly (for Emma)

Every moment gives a gift
An opportunity to see
A yellow butterfly lands
On the pool deck to give
The daughter a smile
She seemed to have lost.

Yellow Butterfly (for Emma)

Dogwood Tree

It was our neighbor’s dogwood tree
That prettified our lawn
And made us proud that we lived there
When Spring said there’s no need to care
The Winter has long gone.

Twin Swans

Newton Ranaweera

Beauty is doubled by adding beauty,
Hosts and guests with their gorgeous hue,
How so serene, so tranquil this scene to see!!
Green when doubly mixed with white and blue.

Pink and gorgeous

It was there in mid April
delivered with grace
Pink and quite gorgeous
and right in my face

The last of it…?

Thought we’d seen the last of it
in the sunshine yesterday
So little did we spare a thought
for more snow on the way
And yet first thing this morning
another blanket on the ground
white replacing yellow
with snowfall all around

Demimondaine

Her midriff is a rumba, she skims the dance club’s lights, flitty beetle
with a hard shell and the taste of vegemite,

and the musk of a jaguar; of all these people crammed here
she has the strongest bite.

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Sheltered Rhymes

Heard the words from your mouth,

That all things either end or head south;

After forgetting about the moment hear and now

Neglecting the good, golden rays falling upon the brow

Azores Evening

Moonlight  has banished an ocean of stars,
pouring  molten silver across the water.
Murmuring waves remember a primal ocean,

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Butterflies

Tattoo

Those beautiful lines etched on your skin
the art speaking for itself
emotions oozing out from each
drop of Ink

Broken Breakwater

Progress and safety and
longshore drift
have taken their toll
with budget and thrift
So, rare the breakwater
today you will find
Most hidden away
to low water confined

My Old Book of Poetry & Prose.

Please, feel free to help an aspiring artist, writer, poet, and musician achieve his lifelong destiny for success. Thanks in advance. Kyle T. Dibert’s Book of Poetry

Christmas Mummer – December 18, 2017 (tanka)

eventide
waltzing through the street
winter mummers*
twirling golden fairy lights
one for every season

gsk ’17

HAIKU: THE BABBLING BROOK

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Babbling Brook