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Feb 24, 2020

Chant

George Vizyenos (1849–1896) Like an endless wellspring, gushing forth in mountains, my tears are flowing eternally, in silence. They soften the stones, they plow strong marbles, and through their deep grooves there sprout florescent flowers. Your mere heart can not mellow, can not bow it’s mere hard so love won’t ever grow. Γεώργιος Βιζυηνός (1849–1896) ᾎσμα Σὰν τὴν ἀστέρευτη πηγή, ποὺ βουρβουλᾷ μέσ᾿ στὰ βουνά, τὰ δάκρυά μου στὴ σιγὴ κατρακυλοῦν παντοτεινά.

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Poets Unlimited

·Apr 8, 2019

Oak

Oak tree I was walking in the grove talking to the trees, I rove. Then, I found a downy leaf a thorny shell, what a relief! Belonging to an oak tree with bendy branches, as I see. On top of it, there’s a fairy, That one day, I may marry. Passersby are scared of her, as her name Dryad were. _

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Poets Unlimited

·Apr 1, 2019

if else

Nobody waits for you. When I spin the circular moon, you become an elusive syllable of reflection that leads to me. _

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if else
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New North

·Mar 13, 2019

Haiku 2

A bear that commutes to work every day in suits has to remain mute.

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Poets Unlimited

·Mar 13, 2019

Haiku 1

A fox that counts stars hates all the cars, but loves one that goes to Mars

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New North

·Mar 8, 2019

Haiku

A bear and a fox were sleeping when the earth cracked they hugged each other.

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Poets Unlimited

·Mar 7, 2019

No

No Nanny says No, Am I a billy goat? But I prey, I don’t pray. Nanny says No, Am I her quote? _

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Aug 31, 2017

He

He mumbles, He is never wrong, He is not for me, He prefers to mumble than to speak, than to pour love into my clear glass, than to clear my sky, that nice, clear, blue color Of my brain pool. Truth is a table after eating. Clear away my unwanted words.

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The Creative Cafe

·Aug 26, 2017

Tanka

Darkness, do not part Gloom the ocean of my mind Stars, do not shine bright Bitter water, veil his life Suffocate my memory

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Published in

New North

·Aug 19, 2017

Haiku

My heart has a hole I shout at her I love you So many tears spring

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Zoe Nikolopoulou

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