Friday, January 30, 2015
Haiku Friday: The Street Where You Grew Up...
We all grew up somewhere (or somewheres), and most of us remember it well. What was your street like? Let's haiku about that today.
Here, I will go first:
Colonial Road, Grosse Pointe
Narrow street and a big lake;
Glimpsing Canada.
Now it is your turn! Make the first line 5 syllables, the second line 7, and the third 5, and have some fun with it!
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Muse Road grew pebbles
Grey,grit dust and a poet.
She learned to walk through
Life barefoot feeling each
Stone,some jagged painful,some
Round with blessed peace.
And she told each stone
To others,hoping to see
Them walk too bold Children.
Grey,grit dust and a poet.
She learned to walk through
Life barefoot feeling each
Stone,some jagged painful,some
Round with blessed peace.
And she told each stone
To others,hoping to see
Them walk too bold Children.
# posted by 
: 10:37 AM
: 10:37 AM
From my window on
Via of the Sad Roses
I heard him whistle.
His skin brown as bread.
When he saw me he blew kisses--
I came at dawn ready.
Via of the Sad Roses
I heard him whistle.
His skin brown as bread.
When he saw me he blew kisses--
I came at dawn ready.
# posted by : 2:19 PM
: 2:19 PM
Listen Osler--Geoff usually sucks!
On MulberryStreet
I grew up. Took Geoff home and he
Beat around my bush.
The cops arrested in
ME! Geoff brought Vickie ' s Secret
To cell. Orange knickers.
On MulberryStreet
I grew up. Took Geoff home and he
Beat around my bush.
The cops arrested in
ME! Geoff brought Vickie ' s Secret
To cell. Orange knickers.
# posted by : 3:22 PM
: 3:22 PM
Mulberry Street Love
I sing your bosomly charm
Cleavage Fiesta!
My street : Hard Knox RFD
Cow Ball was king. Manure wafted
Through: Farmer Chanel.
I sing your bosomly charm
Cleavage Fiesta!
My street : Hard Knox RFD
Cow Ball was king. Manure wafted
Through: Farmer Chanel.
# posted by : 3:32 PM
: 3:32 PM
ON HOLY COW ROAD
Me and Mel behind
the shed smokin' joints,drinking
Pabst: "The Days!" Shiiit,Man!
Me and Mel behind
the shed smokin' joints,drinking
Pabst: "The Days!" Shiiit,Man!
# posted by : 4:13 PM
: 4:13 PM
LANTZ AVENUE--CAMPBELL,CALIFORNIA
Prunes and apricots
The orchards behind us bloomed
Catching bees in hollyhock
Camellias white no
Fragrance.Rabbit hutch in back
A wooden white swing
Daddy made.Pepper's
Chase of mailman sent Heaven
Dog. Dotted Prince dog
Christine Driscoll the
Black Sheep neighbor kid threw
A rock at Toni's head.
Rock's accident. Dad's store
Round Corner Market. We
Presbyterians.
Prunes and apricots
The orchards behind us bloomed
Catching bees in hollyhock
Camellias white no
Fragrance.Rabbit hutch in back
A wooden white swing
Daddy made.Pepper's
Chase of mailman sent Heaven
Dog. Dotted Prince dog
Christine Driscoll the
Black Sheep neighbor kid threw
A rock at Toni's head.
Rock's accident. Dad's store
Round Corner Market. We
Presbyterians.
# posted by : 7:25 PM
: 7:25 PM
The sea was the house
Across my street,at times roaring
Inhospitably
Like a bad neighbor
At times it lulled you to sleep
A crashing cradle.
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Across my street,at times roaring
Inhospitably
Like a bad neighbor
At times it lulled you to sleep
A crashing cradle.
# posted by : 6:58 PM
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