burning

burning

bushes place new prayers
hanging in small circled clouds
over desert sands

Luke! - Thank you for printing this today

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It's all right. . .

It’s all right to be poor
yet not to have a stench of uncaring.

Good to have shelter.
Lonely and quiet.
At peace.

- r soos

Thanks to Luke for publishing this at Micropoetry today!

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drink

drink

desert with desire

thirst disappearing while dry

stones fill deep hunger

Thank you Luke, for publishing this on micropoetry today! 

http://micropoetry.com/drink-3.html

thunder

thunder

in the dark mountains
shakes dry lightening from wet stones
dispensing new paths

Thanks to Luke for publishing Thunder today!
http://micropoetry.com/thunder-6.html

History is good - keeps us grounded. This ancient chinese poet reminds us people have always found a way to mix poetry & drink:

"“When you write in prose, you cook the rice. When you write poetry, you turn rice into rice wine. Cooked rice doesn’t change its shape, but rice wine changes both in quality and shape. Cooked rice makes one full so one can live out one’s life span . . . wine, on the other hand, makes one drunk, makes the sad happy, and the happy sad. Its effect is sublimely beyond explanation.” – Wu Qiao

paths

paths

name the trails we walk
but don’t bother to map them
the deer will not care

thanks to Luke for publishing paths today =:-)

http://micropoetry.com/paths.html

We look at houses

Us old geezers have to laugh at ourselves, because everyone else is laughing at us anyway. Thanks to Luke for publishing this today =:-)

We look at houses

20 years old and laugh

40 years old in disgust

60 years old and wonder who could live there

We are older than houses

& wonder why we wonder

http://micropoetry.com/we-look-at-houses.html