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dawn meeting of minds
sharing facts in orange mist
espionage days

for the good of all
like roses in the green hall
make the hours brighter

joy and liberty
underneath the singing birds
misty dreams of morn

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!

The light soaks the soul
Taken beyond physical 
Earth, sky become one.

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy

the bare branch
as with other things
the mystery is gone

Mystery Moon  

keeper of secrets 
peeps behind a veil of clouds… 
enigmatic moon



10-26-2014

Contest:     Theme #5 - The Moon
Sponsor:     SKAT A
Placement:  9th

multi-colored lights
aurora borealis
spirits in the sky

Shadows of midnight
In the dark valley of black.
Grim garden growing.

Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

           Understanding A
       Metaphysical Moment …
       … Nature’s Mysteries



                 This Haiku is for:
       The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))

                        MoonBee

GOLDEN YEARS (triple Haiku)

and where to from here?
see those gray mists gathering
questions answered soon

oh!    So many years
why? ‘twas only yesterday
same eyes looking out

where has the time gone?
forgetfulness is soothing
but where to from here?

PRIMATES(Haiku and Senryu poetry)

Calm is the monkey
Sharing the same genes with man
Nature made it so.


Though beyond knowledge
Man`s intellect is  pronounced
which makes us unique.

a trip thru two spheres
what wilful shadows of realities 
with a dead bursting into life

What mystery lies
Deep in pavilions green
Draped in sunbeams bright

hornbill knocked on wood..

                    superstition understood..

           fly away it would.

Eerie eerie fog
Crept and crept along the ground
Like clouds held at bay

Dove shaped wing in 
Sky, looking down on earth
Even your color same

the sun rose lemon
wildflowers speckled the grass
marigold gardens

the skies were orange
with touches of red and mauve
the wind burst with sound

colorful birds sang
their mystery treetop songs
green days of summer

The Unknown never 
introduced itself to me.
It whispered-  'you first.'

so doubly golden
a sunflower field of sun
beauty waits for me

colorful splendor
abstract paintings draw the eye
to that other world

dazzling bird green trees
to all sings of dawn glory
and takes to blue skies

mountains in the clouds
mostly lost in mystery
before orange sun

In the shifting air
the sweet scent of candy corn
candle wax burning

All doors are open
an ancient mystery lives
I bask in its glow

lolling on a hill
in glossy days of summer
cherishing blue skies

fat bumblebees hum
tunes of sweetness and sunlight
purple rose delight

gurgling brook's laughing
then the fall, and mum's the word
chrysanthemum craze

calico cat frisks
in the mystery of hours
colored by beauty

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

pianist sits still;
blood flowing down
keys going off-key

God's criticism towards our life 
Is like a father-&-son relationship
-- he disciplines us well with peace

A King in a dream
The horn blooms in its glory
Miracles for eyes









14.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)

Rhythmic sound, soft, low
Almost a whisper, a gift
Heaven sent, child’s breath

Allow me another moment,
A moment in your nostalgia,
The moment that stretches to eternity.

Allow me another mile,
A mile by your side,
The mile that transcends the dead-end.

Copper skinned horses,
On a shiny silver box,
Gallop to freedom.

Mystery unfolds.
Gasps: "Oh Wow Oh Wow Oh Wow!"
Greatness is amazed.

there… solitary
on the street corner she stands
naked, shivering
~*~

Note:  Sorry, but there's no mystery here.  There is a little oak tree on the street corner (I've taken photos of her since her leaves began to change colors).  Then two days ago after a long, cold rain, all her leaves were gone!

whispering low tides
              lunar fables washed ashore 
                      articulate waves  




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For Rauls "reflections" contest!

he kept his legs crossed
so the mystery of the kilt
would not be revealed

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

The new moon
Of Eid-ul-fitr
Is like God’s smile!

the less i have of
the additional use of
the more it breaks down