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Such Nonsense Words

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 09 May 2013 19:09:00 +0100

What flowers which such dazling gaze,
What leaves and bright bring me to such a maze,
This funny tree that makes me jump around,
This grass that makes me want to lick the ground.

How is it that the wind swishes by,
How is it that the rain smells like pie,
When the river down the mountain flows,
OH! When during the night the moon glows.

And when the sun did such rays shine,
And when I felt the whole world was mine!!!!
Why is it that mushrooms so colourful looked?
Why is it that that mine chicken weren't cooked?

Such random words I like to say,
Such fun i find it to continue and play,
My brain thus thought that I was crazy,
My sofa simply thought that I was lazy.

Within this poem that i hope you like,
Within the mountain that I will one day hike,
Will you find such nonsense words,
Will I sing them to mine birds.

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Listen to nature..

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 20:01:00 +0100

When someone talks to us,
we listen, we don't leave,
not even if we wanted to.

Why?
Because it's rude,
and whatever someone might say,
might be important.

So what about when we rush inside,
when the wind is cold and it swishes by?
Why don't we stay for a while,
why don't we listen to it for once?

For nature might want to say something important,
and we just leave!
We hide from it!

There might be a point in the coldness,
but listen to me,
listen the wind,
to the nature,
and concentrate on making your body warm,
while you listen to it, at least for a WHILE.

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If such world ever existed

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 11:17:00 +0100

Imagine a world... the world as it should be. To read the poem, click read more.

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Imagine a planet,
of fields of green,
of yellow sun,
and blooming flowers.

Imagine a planet,
conserved in peace,
in such way that no one will harm it.

Imagine a planet,
with small country houses,
of farmers and cows,
chickens and horses.

Imagine them run,
in the ginourmous fields,
so full of freedom,
they'd never wish for it.

But we live in,
the contrary world,
of fields of darkness,
of grey dark clouds.

We live in,
a place of robots,
which do our jobs,
and destroy the planet.

We pollute the air,
we trash our belongings,
we are so unhealthy,
and we're still unhappy.

I wonder why?

Imagine a planet....
of fields of green,
yellow sun,
and blooming flowers,

A place conserved in peace,
in such way that no one will harm it.

Imagine...
small country houses,
in which live farmers and cows,
chickens and horses.

Imagine them run,
in the ginourmous fields,
so full of freedom,
they'd never wish for it.

If such world ever existed.

French Haiku

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 21:35:00 +0100

L'hiver est tres beaux
Je joue dans la nouvelle neige
La neige est tres froide!

Translation in English (please note that the translation may not pay attention to the haiku rules, like the five-seven-five syllablles rule):

The winter is very beautiful
I play in the new snow
The snow is very cold!

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As the wind brushes by

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 12:59:00 +0100

As the wind brushes by,
as the birds say goodbye,
as the leaves flutter away,
as I say good day,
I look around me,
oh, how wonderful nature can be.

As the trees ruffle and twist,
just as the flowers that I miss,
as my scarf turns around,
as I fall toward the ground.

As the chestnuts fall and fall,
as I call call and call,
as I see a squirrel climbing,
as I see myself writing,
I only know one thing.

It is autumn.

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Seasons

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 13:19:00 +0100

Gentle breeze, bones at ease,
Squirrels scampering in the trees
Cold lemonade, cards to trade
Watching your sunburn fade
Summer.

Leaves that darken and fall to the ground
Colds spreading all around
Cool walks on weekends, nothing more
Back to school, what a bore
Fall.

Gentle snowflakes fall in the night
The wild geese take their flight
Hoping school will be closed
Warm hot cocoa and days you dozed
Winter.

New awakenings, weak sunlight
Wishing on stars with all your might
Christmas carols stuck in your head
Warm cozy mornings tucked up in bed
Spring.

Seasons come and seasons go,
Through sunshine and through snow
People live, people die
We all laugh and we all cry
Running, running past the strife
Life.

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Young Bird

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 19:38:00 +0100

Oh young bird
With your feathers unruffled so;
Why do you spend all your time with me
When there are places you can go?

There are other lands than this little place
Beautiful lands of red and green
Lands I want to go to;
Places I have never seen.

You can fly, little bird
Fly up to the clouds,
Surrounded by the blue,blue clouds
Free of pollution and crowds.

So why don't you fly, little bird?
And leave me all alone?
Leave me with my thoughts
No electricity or phone.

There, I have convinced you now,
You're leaving this house and lawn
Off to find someone; maybe yourself
Going, going, gone.

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dog and frog limerick

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 11:21:00 +0100

There once was a dog named dog,
who lived in a cloud of fog,
he fell off a cliff,
and he started to sniff,
and he then saw his cousin, named frog.

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Wind

eaton.tara@gmail.com (Tara Eaton) — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 19:05:00 +0100

WInd
Fresh Cold
Everywhere and Nowhere
It caresses my skin
Calm

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Something new

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 19:28:00 +0100

Something new,
it has to happen,
something good,
it has to too.

If we continue polluting,
If we continue wasting water,
If we contine killing animals,
There'll be nothing left.

Not you,
nor me,
nor anybody in my family.

None of us will be here.

This is not nature,
the world wasn't made for this.

Without nature nobody will live.

Right now Nature is sick.
If we don't stand up and cure her,
we'll die too.

So what are we doing,
are we all suiciding ourselfs?

Let's get some work done,
we need something new.

We need to start again,
from the very beginning.

Because this is not nature,
and Nature is sick.

We need something new,
And something good has to happen.

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How do you heal a sick world?

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 02:34:17 +0100

When Mama was sick,towel on her head,
Daddy sent her to her room,into her bed.
When Daddy was sick,
Sneezing everywhere,
Mama tucked him up tight,
In his bed up the stairs.
When Sister Judy was sick,
Coughing this way and that,
Mama and Daddy said
"Well,that's that!"
And off to bed she went.
When I got sick,
I missed school,
All my friends in a blunder,
I was gone for a day ,
And they started to wonder.
But when the Earth was sick,
Many years ago,
People didn't try to stop it,
They just let it go.
No vaccinations or medicene,
Asprin or Nurofen,
And now we live in space,
Because the Earth has died because of the
Lazy Human Race!
So I ask you now,
How do you heal a sick world?

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Snow (but this time melting)

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 11:27:00 +0100

That feeling when your birthday is in december and you just want to play with the snow on your special day... and just a few days before it, the snow melts...
Well, this how I expressed my disappointment in december 2010, a few days before my tenth birthday.
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The snow,
Its all gone.

The Joy,
is all gone.

My birthday,
it has nearly passed.

I want the snow!
I want it!

That is what I want for my birthday:
Snow!Next time you'll ask me what I want for my birthday I'll say:
Snow!

I want to go dog sledging,
with snow.

The stupid rain.
Horrible.
It ruins it all.
It melts it all.

And now there is no snow.
There is no joy,
there is no snowman or igloo making,
there is no snowball throwing.
There is no snow.

Oh snow!
Come back!
I've done no such crime!
And now why do you punish me?

And now I fall in tears as I see the the last drop of snow....
Melting.

Snow

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 11:34:00 +0100

Don't you love snow? Well, I certainly did as a child, and I still do now! This poem was written nine days before my tenth birthday, hoping that the snow would still be there on my special day...
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Snow.
Beautiful snow.
Snow in december.
The snow.

Suddently a ball of snow pops out of the sky.
Into my head.
Snow.

My hat is soaking.
Why?
Because snow.

I hasn't stopped snowing in the entire day.
and when I come home it is covered by....
Snow!

How many centimeters of snow do you think there was?
I don't know.
Snow.Up to my knees was :
SnowAll I could see was :
Snow.

My sister fell and can't find her boot.
Because Snow.

And all I can think about now is :
Snow.

I dig holes around me.
Where is the shoe?
Shoe and snow.

I go inside.
No shoe.
In snow.

Dad finds shoe.
Full of snow.

OH!
The snow!
More than 60 cm tall!
The snow!
WOW!

(It is a true story)

YEY!
Hey!

Tell whoever is in charge of the snow that I want this to continue until the 10th of December!
(cause that is my birthday!)

Don't and let's!!!

nuria@w4bw.com (Núria Duran) — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 19:14:00 +0100

Don't pick all the flowers,
don't cut all the trees down,
don't kill all the animals,
let's Stop pollution!!

Let's reuse,
let's reduce,
let's recycle,
let's stop pollution.

Let's have more effort,
and do what I just said and more,
let's be kind and helpful,
to help nature live.

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Pollution

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 19:06:00 +0100

The good thing about pollution is,
that people care about it.

People say: we have to recycle
                     we have to use electric cars
                     we have to save the environment
                     we have to, we have to,

but it's a we have to,
not a we're going to,
So why don't we start this?

And that's the bad thing
and it includes:

When we try to stop,
we don't stop,
and Nobody stops.

SO CAN YOU HEAR ME???!!!!!

LET'S STOP POLLUTION!

By Judit Duran Calzada

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leaf cycle

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 18:54:00 +0100

leaf,
green leaf,
beautiful green leaf,
reminds me of paper.

paper,
white paper,
written white paper,
reminds me of tree.

tree,
brown tree,
colorful brown tree,
reminds me of LEAF ?

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Rock

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 18:45:00 +0100

Rock.
shiny rock.
what else to say about rock?

Beautiful rock?
coulorful rock.
brown rock.
pink rock.

Rock doesn't have much adjectives,
because it isn't alive,
but what if we could adjust rock,
and give rock life?

Then rock would be my doctor,
he'd tell me what to do,
h'd give me company,
and tell me whoo can help me better too.

By Judit Duran Calzada

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Open your eyes

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 18:39:00 +0100

Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the same as me?

Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the flowers?
can you see the same as me?

Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the trees?
can you see the same as me?

Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the bushes?
can you see the same as me?

Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the bumblebees?
can you see the same as me?

Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the night sky?
can you see the same as me?

Do you know how look around you,
and what can you see?
because soon it'll be time you'll tell me!!!!

By Judit Duran Calzada

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Nature

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 19:47:00 +0100

Nature is so green,
and very colourful,
sometimes people can be so mean,
to nature.

They cut down trees,
and flowers,
they don't think about,
how plants have life like us.

Nature maybe has the power to,
make people who are scared of it,
go crazy.

But I love nature,
and I will try to save nature,
and reuse, reduce, and recycle paper,
(when it's possible).

By Judit Duran Calzada

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discusting

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 19:31:00 +0100

Discusting I say,
when I see that playground,
when I smell it even,
from far away.

Some of it is green,
some of it is brown,
but they don't really know,
it is discusting smashed up painted car wheel tire.

All my friends go there,
and that makes me sad,
my mum doesn't let me go there,
and that also makes me mad.

But I don't care anyways cause it's,
discusting, smelly, green and brown,
smashed up, painted, car wheel tire.

By Judit Duran calzada

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