Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Howard Lamson


Ice cannot shiver in the cold,
Nor stones shrink from the lapping flame.
Eyes that are sealed, no more have tears;
Ears that are stopped hear nothing ill;
Hearts turned to silt are strange to pain;
Tongues that are dumb report no loss;
Hands stiffened, well may idle be;
no sigh is from a breathless breast.
Beauty may fade, but closed eyes see not;
Sorrow may wail, but stopped ears hear not;
Work is, but folded hands need work not;
Nothing to say is for dumb tongues.
The rolling earth rolls on and on
with trees and stones and winding streams-
My dream is what the hill-side dreams!


Thursday, July 18, 2013

Haiku Poem - Morning Mist by R H Y T H M U S [ Inside My Poem Book ]


Droplets, arced and fine  
Sweat kisses on thy forehead
Akin Morning mist

"A Sweat portrays Human Labor"
The dawn is so beautiful with dews on leaves and flowers and the same dew on humans are beautiful too just like the above Haiku

- haiku written for Haiku Heights


Friday, July 5, 2013

The Top of My Hot Dog by Robert Pottle


(Sing to the tune of "On Top of Old Smoky") The top of my hot dog
is no longer bare.
It now has a topping
I didn’t want there.

I ordered my hot dog.
I ordered it plain,
without any toppings.
I ordered in vain.

Well, I started eating,
then looked up in the air,
A seagull flew toward me
and gave me a scare.

I covered my hot dog
a second too late.
What fell from that seagull’s
too gross to relate.

The top of my hot dog
is no longer bare.
It now has a topping
a seagull put there.