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Author Archives: niebla
Rainy spring day haiku
For S. Why do you straighten them? I’d love to drown in them – the waves of your hair. – Niebla (© 2012) Posted for Haiku Heights and waves.
Sky blue haiku
It feels like bright shiny blue has come to drive all blues away. – Niebla (© 2012) Written and posted for Haiku Heights and Blue.
August 1914
Hot, hot summer, dry golden fields of wheat, harvested Hot, hot summer, thunder of a thousand boots on dry golden fields of wheat Fire and death on scorched fields of wheat, blood harvest – Niebla (© 2011) Written and posted … Continue reading
Posted in Death, History, Life, Literature, Poetry, Words
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Prisoner no. 9
“Every day is an opportunity!” “Padre, why are you telling me this?” “Every day is an opportunity for everyone.” “So what do you want me to do? Flutter out of here? Spread my wings?” “Even the caged bird sings.” – … Continue reading
Posted in Death, Life, Literature, Lyrics, Music, Words
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About the weather
I much would prefer the sun to sizzle to today’s grey dreary drizzle. – Niebla (© 2011) So much on the topic of ‘sizzle’ at Writer’s Island.
Posted in Blabla, Humor, Poetry, Words
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Various events
Gotta be yourself Be more like I tell you – Joan Armatrading These eyes have seen too much again today, they plain hurt. These fingers have hit too many keys today, that is another fact. I talked to you tonight, … Continue reading
Slightly irreverent
It’s San Fran with two birds in stone hand and none in the bush. – Niebla (© 2011) Inspired by the above picture at Magpie Tales (Mag 65). Simply could not resist playing around with the proverb.
Sunny Saturday in May
What could be more irritating than the nasty violence of a chain saw shredding a perfect day like this? – Niebla (© 2011) Razor edge of time poetic seasonal reporting for Writer’s Island.
Posted in Humor, Literature, Music, Nature, Poetry
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Piece of …
Hey, it’s a piece of cake – you get the right ingredients, mix them up as written down, shove the thing in the oven and let it brown. It’s a piece of cake … – Niebla (© 2011) Written for … Continue reading
In lieu of you
For you You’re not with me – a passionate pizza will have to do Batter kneaded with love and affection, flung in the air with lofty ease Tomato, not called paradise fruit without a reason in certain parts Artichokes a-plenty … Continue reading
Posted in Food, Humor, Life, Literature, Love, Poetry, Words
Tagged passion, passionate, pizza
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