photos by Cory Corrado (17/08/28)
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wildflower nest
by the side of the road ―Queen’s
lace in the making
© Cory Corrado (17/08/28)
Cory’s Haiku
05 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in Cory's Haiku, Poetry Tags: by the side of the road, Cory Corrado, Cory's Haiku, photos by Cory, Queen's lace in the making, wildflower nest
Portal #7 Out of racism
04 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
My relatives dig black and white
Flying on Cape Cod
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black toes-white toes throw
the sand out of hearts and souls-
into sea to change!
Highlight’s Haiku
04 Sep 2017 1 Comment
in Highlight's Haiku, Poetry Tags: Bill, Don, Eileen, hidden pictures, high spirits, Highlight's Haiku, Jeanne, joy, pick up game at gloaming, Sunlit by Neil Waldman, yin and yang of chi, Yo!stunning delivery
painting “Sunlit ” by Neil Goldman
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highlights over low lights
lowly versus noble
yin and yang of chi
Jeanne
pick up game at gloaming
evening entertainment
under highlights
Don
hidden pictures
magical words
Hi Five for Highlights
Bill
high spirits
high hearts
Highlight’s haiku morning
Eileen
Yo! stunning delivery
fun with a purpose
haiku for Highlights
Joy
Knight kneels
03 Sep 2017 1 Comment
in knight kneels, Poetry Tags: illustrated by Jeanne, knight kneels, night bows to day, princess wheels about, sword rises
illustrated by jeanne
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knight kneels; sword rises
princess wheels about
night bows to day
Stretch
02 Sep 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry, Stretch Tags: balancing tires, bird poop, clearing dishes, climbing, coo-coo-ki-choo, Don in 1988, downstream, encyclopedic lessons, finding, folding, hanging from monkey bars, living with you is a stretch, lowering toilet seat, manicuring, moving car seat back, stacking, Stretch, taking time for the tid-bits, washer to dryer, waxing
Don in 1988
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living with you is a “stretch”:
climbing to the man-cave
hanging from the monkey bars
lowering the toilet seat
moving the car seat back
clearing the dishes in the sink
moving things from the washer to dryer
folding the clothes
stacking on shelves
finding the remote
cleaning the bird poop from the deck
balancing the tires on the Rogue
waxing the paint
manicuring your nails
tailoring your pants
listening to your encyclopedic lessons
starting over each day
taking time for the tidbits
being washed downstream with you.
coo coo ki choo!
Rhyme Wrangler
01 Sep 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry, Rhyme Wrangler Tags: Are you going to tase me bro?, black sky sparkles, each star'd silent dance, folding into night, getting renga neck, Joy Acey, Rhyme Wrangler, rhyming the haiku, round table renga haiku, the renga master, Tony Medina, whisks around the table
Tony Medina
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“Are you going to tase me, bro?”
Tony asks of Joy when she discourages his rhyming the haiku.
“I’m getting renga neck” he complains when the round table renga haiku whisk around the room.
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“black sky sparkles
each star’s silent dance
folding into night”
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the renga master:
Sweater
31 Aug 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry, sweater Tags: 0ver the head, damps the fire, sweater, tents my endurance
photo by Kelly
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over the head sweater
damps the fire on my forehead
tents my endurance
Orange haiku
30 Aug 2017 Leave a comment
in Orange Haiku, Poetry Tags: cantaloupe blushes, crush, juicy nectarines, Neil Waldman, orange peaches, splash
art by Neil Waldman
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orange peaches splash
cantaloupe blushes crush
juicy nectarines
Knots in the Wood
29 Aug 2017 1 Comment
in Knots in the Wood, Poetry Tags: a nebular display, blink above, ceiling knots wink, flaming kissed, fly from the dark, galaxies to hold, haloed lights, Knots in the Wood, lumber bent under the saw, morning breaks, my dreams, pine-y sky, shooting stars, streaking from above
iPhone shot of cabin ceiling in the barn
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the ceiling knots
wink down on me
(meteors from space)
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they blink above
like haloed lights
(galaxies to hold)
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The lumber bent
under the saw
(the knots like shooting stars)
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my dreams and I
fly from the dark
(a nebular display)
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When morning breaks
‘neath pine-y sky
(a stellar rain begins)
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its breath on me
flaming kissed
streaking from above!
Afraid
28 Aug 2017 Leave a comment
in Afraid 2, Poetry Tags: a centepede crawling in the dark, a crack in the wall, a pathfinder, a voice to hear, afraid, afraid of being invisible, angels sing, breath, echoes from the mountains, glory to the creator, placed me outside the frame, siblings blocked the view, sing and clap and dance, without scent, without voice
i used to be
afraid
of being invisible
without scent
without voice
or breath
Siblings
blocked the view
placed me
outside the frame
a crack
in the wall
a centipede
crawling in the dark
But now
I sing
and clap
and dance
’til echoes
bounce from mountain tops
and angels sing
glory to the creator
praise to the son
submission to the spirit
I have become
a voice to hear
a light to guide
a pathfinder!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 