tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556860539390463349.post4210707456005364464..comments2023-06-05T04:44:09.556-04:00Comments on A Year of HYPERLIVING: Week 2: Poems / Week 2, Day 1: HaikuNihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048772978869599544noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556860539390463349.post-88002275204072691792008-01-16T00:55:00.000-05:002008-01-16T00:55:00.000-05:00From Joe AB, a 5/7/5:root stem leaf flowerdon't fo...<I>From Joe AB, a 5/7/5:</I><BR/><BR/>root stem leaf flower<BR/>don't forget that nuts like me<BR/>will someday be treesNihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everythinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06048772978869599544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556860539390463349.post-1824485593165953612008-01-15T07:48:00.000-05:002008-01-15T07:48:00.000-05:00this is how to make a grown man cry at 7:45 in the...this is how to make a grown man cry at 7:45 in the morning:<BR/><BR/><B>Benjamin<BR/>I am your mother<BR/>I love you</B>Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everythinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06048772978869599544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556860539390463349.post-62815026891296455362008-01-14T15:20:00.000-05:002008-01-14T15:20:00.000-05:00From my favorite Tang Dynasty poet, Li Bai, "Drink...From my favorite Tang Dynasty poet, Li Bai, "Drinking Alone with the Moon"<BR/><BR/>From a pot of wine among the flowers<BR/>I drank alone. There was no one with me –<BR/>Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon<BR/>To bring me my shadow and make us three.<BR/>Alas, the moon was unable to drink<BR/>And my shadow tagged me vacantly;<BR/>But still for a while I had these friends<BR/>To cheer me through the end of spring....<BR/>I sang. The moon encouraged me.<BR/>I danced. My shadow tumbled after.<BR/>As long as I knew, we were boon companions.<BR/>And then I was drunk, and we lost one another.<BR/>...Shall goodwill ever be secure?<BR/>I watch the long road of the River of Stars.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556860539390463349.post-50838006199360241432008-01-14T15:13:00.000-05:002008-01-14T15:13:00.000-05:00My mom once had to meet with my fourth grade teach...My mom once had to meet with my fourth grade teacher because I wrote a naughty limerick about farting. She read the poem, started laughing and told my teacher she was an idiot for making her take a day off of work for a 10 year old's fart jokes.E-BADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09728363749900327896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556860539390463349.post-57319820867254094782008-01-14T12:05:00.000-05:002008-01-14T12:05:00.000-05:00TRUE. DONE.TRUE. DONE.Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everythinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06048772978869599544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556860539390463349.post-91046442284813735802008-01-14T11:59:00.000-05:002008-01-14T11:59:00.000-05:00Week one was impressive, and I have faith that wee...Week one was impressive, and I have faith that week two will be nothing less. However, I would like to suggest editing the final line of your haiku to "I'm alone." You've got one too many syllables in there friend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com