Joe Lamport

Today is the 30th anniversary of Mr. Apology’s death. He did his best to make the world a better place. One of these days the world is going to catch up with him.

#mrapology #allanbrdige

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The Fifth Season is here
The whir and mesh of Earth’s gears
As plants now must attend
To their layaway plans
Through dispersal of seed

#tanka #gardening

One of the three gems
is sangha - it’s community
that makes us complete

#haiku

fine crackle finish
blossoms on top of lichen
on top of bark

#haiku

But with August comes
the specter of pollen dearth
when bees must begin
to tap their honey reserves

Just before sundown
the thistles call to prayer
Om Mani Padme Hum

#haiku

It’s also time
to plant the lettuce seeds for
your autumn crop
The Earth keeps turning
without pause or stop

Yet Silence is always preceded and attended by Noise

some broken some not
the windows of perception
fly open and shut

#haiku

(What a great image! Like a game of lotto being played with rocks and birds.)

Love it. How about this for an English version:

In the vastness of space
Earth is a typo
Soon to be erased

#haiku

the job of collecting pollen
calls for a delicate touch
at least two wings
absolutely necessary
a fine proboscis helps

#tanka for a pollen collector job opening

pepinos
a gift from the priapic
heart of summer

#haiku

great poem!

what's the difference
pre or post apocalyptic
feels almost the same
way ... given over to
endless mourning
and chagrin about
the mistreatment of
all our gift horses
who are now galloping
with four other horsemen

Nocturne The moon hums low like a cello bow drawn slow across the spine of night. Windows flicker with forgotten dreams- shadows lean in for a second light. Moths write elegies against the glass. Streetlamps listen without reply. Your voice drips in the hush between the train horn’s cry and the echo’s sigh. Somewhere, a child outgrows a prayer. Somewhere, a widow leaves one on. Stillness takes root in the cracks of time- and stars confess to what they’ve done. -Gerhard Oevermann 7/29/25

Nocturne

#poem #poetry #writing #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity

when everything speaks
for itself there will be no
more need for poems

#haiku

the path is a life
sentence and there is no one
who can grant parole

#haiku

We are not the wood
Any more than the fire
But the heat which is
A marriage of the two

Jack Gilbert from music is in the piano only when it is played

worlds within worlds
a cosmos awaits inside
a shady bower

#haiku

Furrows in the sky
and earth as we schlepp
our way to Heaven

#haiku for @ianrpearsall.bsky.social

The pregnant heart is
driven by hopes that are the
wrong size for this world

#senryu #haiku #jackgilbert from the poem Trouble

The sun leveling up
Each day another reminder
Of our common fate

#haiku for Hiro Ohta

Tomorrow is so
Full of yesterdays
Ouroboros ought to be
Time's nickname

#tanka for behind the l👀king glass‬ (and many thanks for your wonderful work!)

the plug don't fit
and now we're all
just burning candles

#haiku #BobDylan

The Lord gives everything
and charges by taking it back
What a bargain

#haiku #jackgilbert from the lost hotels of Paris

#tanka for Sunday morning:

Think of the people
Of Gaza every morning
Afternoon and night
The door of compassion
Is not yet barred fast

#gaza

#haiku for @xlix.me

a purple sash holds
together day and night in
the sky’s royal robe

#haiku for Sappho:

the wind in the trees
library of lost poems
recited by leaves

#tanka for a Saturday afternoon

Conscience is a pot
That every once in a while
Completely boils over
We must feed the people
In Gaza now!

#gaza

Gaza proves if something
Can’t be ignored there’s a good
Chance it will be

#haiku