A special friend (Senryu)

Fingers embracing
Your warmth and mine become one
Heart stopping heat joined

A lover's farewell

I am a being forged in hell.
All seeming good I'll soon dispel
All joy in life, promptly expel.
For your own good, quick, say "Farewell".


You think I bring you lasting fun.
Little knowing what you've just begun
So much you've worked for, all undone
I cannot be your true loved one.


If joined with me, you will be cursed.
Your life in sadness, full immersed,
A lifetime's gain, so soon dispersed,
Take this last kiss on your lips pursed.

Tough Love (Senryu-haiku)

Living trail of pain
Would that I had never been.
All those lives enjoyed.-

Aging (Senryu)

The only life, now.
Experience, here at once,
Yet past years pile up.

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Context: Another birthday and scanning a lot of old slides.

Gordon Brown (acrostic)

Gee it must be hard.
One chance only Tony scarred.
Reaping all the mess he's left,
Dour bleak Scotsman, joy bereft.
One consolation you can cherish
Now your term is set to perish.

Blair's chrome gloss will soon be gone,
Reality's rust his shine undone.
One Archerism and then another,
Wilful deceit the truth to smother.
Now you hold the sinking rudder.

Snow (haiku ... or should that be '`s no haiku')

Snow, the world is white.
Under foot, soft crunching ground
All is insecure.

Epizeuxis (Senryu)

Epizeuxis? Yes!
Really, truly, yes it is.
Would that it were so.


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With thanks to Ammon Shea (Reading the Oxford English Dictionary) for drawing my attention to this beautiful word. And yes, this little verse does have several meanings.

New Year (Haiku - or senryu - borderline I think)

Twenty-ten is here.
Passing time, minutes contract
And the years grow long.

Get over it

See, hear, the versifier's wares,
Craftily constructed dangerous lairs.
Wherein is found a poisoned key
To twist and open you and me


They feel and they articulate
And hope by words to consummate
A union hatched in darkest past
When meaning first on soul was scratched


Connoiseurs of anguished pain
Archivists of love and gain
When passions, joy or despair, burn
It is to wordsmiths that we turn


What moves we wrap in rhyme and meter
As though life's chaos would look neater.
Dismiss it all with one calm rule:
'Get over it nostalgic fool'.


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I have a love-hate-incomprehension relationship with verse and poetry (mostly incomprehension).  As John Cleese said, if you've got something to say just say it. At the same time I cannot deny its power and it's practically universal existence (interesting question - will intelligent extra-terrestrial life have the equivalent of poetry and music).  Perhaps it is more the poet (including myself in the loosest sense of the word) than the poetry itself that I struggle with.  Do I really want to know about or even care about how deeply they feel for this or that?  I suppose it is only when I wish that I'd said it because it says what I think about something (or what I wished I did think if only I was a better, kinder, more understanding human being).

I love you (very short surreal acrostic)

Intense
Llamas
Openly
Violate
Every
Yak's
Optimistic
Urges 

 [I'm sure there are deeper symbolic meanings in this - is the Yak a romantic?]

I love you (very short acrostic)

Infatuated
Lovers
Often
Violently
Exercise
Youthful
Opportunities
Unthinkingly.

 [Perhaps for the cynical and world weary]

Buddhism (acrostic)

Be still, see beyond mere name
Unmoved by praise and blame.
Dharma, gone, gone, utterly gone,
Dissolve the fetters one by one.
Hate and longing leave behind,
Ignorance too, veil athwart the mind.
See for yourself, don't take on trust.
Meditate, explore within you must.

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Fulfilment (Senryu)

My stomach feels full
For I have eaten my fill
Yet still not fulfilled.

I love you (short acrostic)

Igneous 

Lava 

Overflowing, 

Volcanic 

Eruption. 

Yes - one, united. 

 [Mostly in acrostic poems it is the start of each line which spells out the word or phrase, but in this case it didn't seem right to lay out the words in that way, and I wanted something very tight and short].

(Short Acrostic Poem): Fuck

Free from inhibition
Unbridle all your lust
Climactic exhibition
Kissing, licking - thrust.

Freely incandescent
Unfettered mindless bile
Curses effervescent
Klaxon rant at all that's vile

Love (very short acrostic poem)

Longing Overarching Violent Emotion

Life

Endings Letting go.
Clinging, to sadness.
Flowing with life
Growing out of old attire
Shaking free of binding mire
Trapped in forms
All that comes to be
Must pass At last.

The Vacuous Poet.

The poet cried in dire distress,
His soul entombed in shameful dress.
The source of this, his mournful hurt?
A thoughtless choice - a sleeveless shirt.
His feelings, lost. His tears depart.
Where could he pin his bleeding heart?

Haiku - Desire

Sitting on a rock
I watch the birds soar aloft
Their play eludes me.

Conceptual Art (Senryu)

(1) Conceptual Art. What word can capture it? Oxymoronic. (2) Masturbatory, Puerile, lacking talent. Conceptual Art. (3) A pointless being. Lo, Conceptual Artist. Feeling without form.