I was transformed into a rock of salt, because I questioned Your power.

I was transformed into
a rock of salt,
because I questioned
Your power.

I was trasformed into
A cloud, a dark cloud
because I questioned
Your beauty.
I was transformed into
an perpetual wave,
Searching for your presence
everywhere upon the face of the Earth,
because… I questioned
You existance…

and now,
You have extended my search of You among
the furtherst away stars, and dark spaces in the Universe…
Will I find You?
Will I like You?

By George Bost.
(Copyright 2016)
Long Beach, California.

Haiku: Old times memories (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Haiku: Old times memories (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Old times memories:

It’s a time to remember

Some forgotten ones.

Haiku: Few dead leaves and sticks (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Haiku: Few dead leaves and sticks (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Few dead leaves and sticks make

live ikebana in vase…

No need to water.

Haiku: Few dead leaves and sticks (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

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Just a thought: “Imagination is fearlessness applied, with mother’s courage as weapon.”

“Imagination is fearlessness applied, with mother’s courage as weapon.”

(© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

??????????? Answered (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa): “Time is capricious, love unclaimed transcends.”

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????????????? Answered (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

(© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Love, love, love,
is it love,
if one cannot embrace human vanity
or is it just plain silliness?
Should love be sang, declared,
or deep in one’s heart vault be contained,
no,
not like in a prison cell, but like
a precious ore not yet uncovered, claimed, explored…
not yet EXPLOITED, by anyone,
ever so well unclaimed,
it shines like the sum of all suns

Time is capricious, love unclaimed transcends.
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Haiku: Memories (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Haiku: Memories

(© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Like clothes on clotheslines

Washed off a little each time:

Memories drying.

Haiku: Haiku def.(noun) (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Haiku: Haiku def. (noun)

(© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Five syllables words

Seven syllables follow

End… as it started.

Haiku

Haiku

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Haiku: Daylight (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Daylight is hidden-

Buried in thick piles of darkness…

We pray for daylight

Haiku: Believes (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Haiku: Believes

(© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Some younger people

Believe TV shows are true…

What’s reality?

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