Strange Angels (gunsaku)

Visual phrases
Cast object in subtle glow
Looking good in print

Make love to your muse
All poets must find release
Writer's block be damned

They don't look like us
Their language is just plain weird
But they still have rights

This is the classic
Haiku form five seven five
Syllables three lines

Who was on the phone
No one just a wrong number
Oh your girlfriend huh

Shiver to the bone
Cold and wet starting my day
Somehow poetic

Only three lines deep
seventeen syllables long
Wide as the mind's eye

Violets are purple
Some roses are pale yellow
Orchids span rainbow

Dancing on the edge
Beyond the traps of comfort
We find strange angels

The wall between worlds
Is a world unto itself
With native life forms

High white whispy clouds
Draw circles around full moon
In rainbow colors

Zen is for people
Seeing world as mind echos
Silence ones own voice

I'll gladly repay
Tomorrow if you buy me
Hamburgers today

Such a pleasant war
Spinach salad for the soul
You'll be glad you did