It's the Sideshow Cecil Haiku thread

Blue Skye

Blue Skies: a jazz song
Five in the morning right now
my head full of jazz

Jazz and poetry
always seem the same to me
improvisation

When I write a poem
My pen is an instrument
I am playing words

Poetic rhythms
are as musical as song
just listen for them

Mine have a rhythm
of smokey clubs and the blues
my heart belongs there

I don't understand
why this music so pulls me
well maybe I do

The blues born in pain
elevated to art form
that is beautiful

The blues born in pain
speak the human condition
to live is to hurt

But remake your pain
wail it through a tenor sax
change it to pleasure

Offer your sadness
to a voice that rocks rhythm
a transformation

This is paradox
exquisite and meaningful
making joy from pain
 
nothing but the rain
and no footsteps on the ground
listening but theres no sound

don't know who you are
isn't anyone going to find me?
won't someone take me home?

searching for a face
anybody here i know?
noone likes to be alone

its a damn cold night
trying to figure out this life
take me by the hand?

take me somewhere new
don't know who you are really
but i, i am with you.

(not mine. but expresses what im feeling better than i can. thank you miss Avril)

Skye
 
Where are you Cecil?
Surprise! its your silly friend skye
are you still alive?

drop me a line hon....email me, pm me, or IM me...i miss you

hugggs Skye
 
Just thought that I would
Say hi and revive the thread.
Keep on posting, guys!
 
Not sure of this thing
But will try my best to do
Hope I passed dear cecil




Live :heart: Love :heart: Laugh :heart: Be Happy
 
Waiting out this cold,
Trying hard to be patient,
Icicles and all.

Looking for the sun,
For that little ray of hope
that summer is here.

Can't wait until I
can lounge in my backyard in
blissful, warm undress,

Feel the heat hugging
my body, occupy time
with beach, sandcastles,

Crystal blue ocean.
Hoping for warm weather soon,
writing poems - haikus -

Waiting out this cold,
trying to make sure that my
fingers do not freeze.
 
Fog descends about
My head as I struggle for
Inspiration... Help!

The smell of coffee
Tantalizes my senses
I need caffeine now

Dirty dishes piled
Whose turn is it to wash them?
I hope it's not me.
 
Still freezing my ass
off in this tiny dorm room.
Her window open...

I am wondering,
is Roomate-acide a crime?
I may just risk it.
 
Here's wishing you all
a very happy Easter
and a lovely day.

With baskets of eggs
adorable bunnies, and
lots of easter grass....

I hope this day is
the best holiday for all
my favorite pervs ;)
 
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