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Key:
Stanza - One of the divisions of a poem, composed of two or more lines usually characterized by a common pattern of meter, rhyme, and number of lines.
Hai-ku - A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
Poem - A verbal composition designed to convey experiences, ideas, or emotions in a vivid and imaginative way, characterized by the use of language chosen for its sound and suggestive power and by the use of literary techniques such as meter, metaphor, and rhyme.
Key:
Stanza - One of the divisions of a poem, composed of two or more lines usually characterized by a common pattern of meter, rhyme, and number of lines.
Hai-ku - A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
Poem - A verbal composition designed to convey experiences, ideas, or emotions in a vivid and imaginative way, characterized by the use of language chosen for its sound and suggestive power and by the use of literary techniques such as meter, metaphor, and rhyme.
As I walked along the river bank one exotic summer’s day
I admired how much the beaten path had changed
I could hear the river trickle soothingly through the rocks
Dancing elegantly around the pebbles
The smell of life drifted through the air
The bittersweet smell of pine trees
The scent of exotic and common flowers
Even the lowliest weed contributed to the aroma
Tulips caressed by Roses
Daffodils partnered with Daisy’s
And thousands of combinations that never appeared before
I remember when the ground was as white as paper
The wind a freezing slap across my face
The branches of the once fruit filled trees were bare
All accept the pine trees
They were the only things that stayed evergreen
Created by Cubist
invading hands touch;
trailing along my skin to
find a secret place
Mother Earth is in such endless pain
But her agony, her cries, go unheard by mankind
Mankind, the only cause of her torment
They scurry around her skin,
Irritatingly, scratchily, uncaringly, unaware
Destroying all she nurtures
Scaring her beautiful features.
Mankind, the only cause of her pain
They burrow deep into her body
Agonisingly, greedily, uncaringly, unaware
Severing her connections to her skin
Tearing at her bountiful flesh
Mankind, the only cause of her sorrow
They are reaching the end of their existence
Unknowingly, unwittingly, uncaringly, unaware
They play their war games, in the name of peace
They deploy their weapons of mass destruction
Mankind, her single most devastating creation
Her initial joy, her folly, her passing error
> Mankind, her single most devastating creation
> Her initial joy, her folly, her passing error
I love these last lines. Its almost as if mother nature were deeply dissapointed in us, as a mother might be with a naughty child.
If your Racine and you know it, raise your hand.
If your Racine and you know it, and you really want to show it, If your Racine and you know it, raise your hand.
Only Racine can play.