Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Thank you, saw, you see so well! ♥♥♥

Powerful read indeed! Almost too much to grasp at one go, so will read again later. ♥♥♥

Be grateful, oh ye of the Western Hemisphere -- I can't get anything past Argentine Customs. No books, no paperweights, nothing. Boo. Hoo. Sue

The images follow one after the other, the mind boggles deliciously! I needed a wake-up poem, it's a dripping wet day here, news is gross and I am not in a very blithe mood. Thankee kindly, See, I mean Saw -- got it, now will get out! ♥♥

It’s still dark outside. The rooster is crowing his good morning at the dawn and the two women, mother and daughter, are already in the kitchen banging pots and pans. "Ben," Grandmother calls briskly, "I'm heating the water for the coffee!" Granddaddy, freshly shaved, goes to the big tin canister, c...

BUENOS AIRES, DECEMBER 31ST - DAY AFTER DAY,
THE TEMPERATURE APPALLS
CITIZENS SUFFER IN SILENCE
`CAUSE THE HEAT GAUGE NEVER FALLS.

IS IT HOT?
HA! IS IT NOT!

Je suis Cherif… Je suis Said… Je suis Amedy… JE SUIS MORT. As dead as the blasphemers, those who mocked God and the Prophet. Born in France, rejected by France, always accepted by Islam, the true Islam, not the weak whimpering Islam of the false Muslims. My blood brother, my brothers in blood, we be...

Thank you, Don Q Dadio! As is obvious, I love to watch the horses gallop over the field, whirl, stop on a dime, never crashing into each other--the players are frequently brothers or cousins, and nearly as handsome as their horses!

Since my idea of haiku is way far from May Ku and Ku Ku, prefer to present haiku here, as poetry. Hang on to your hats: THE POLO HAIKU What is polo? Who cares? but if you DO care: A polo match lasts about one and one-half hours and is divided into timed periods called chukkers. (Originated in India,...

DID...YOU...GET...THE...BOOKS? mujermaizyahoo.com

A tender poem of memories, but don't you mean ¨curt" rather than "kurt"? Sue

Thank you, Judith. Now I know why Australians don't remind me that it's autumn, not spring! ♥♥♥

Arcadia, lovely to share our wonderful spring, except we wish, oh, HOW we wish it would rain! ♥♥♥

Barefoot Spring comes dancing across the grass, tambourine in hand, a wreath of yellow jonquils in her tumble of chestnut curls... Her graceful feet whirl heel and toe, to the rhythm of the happy jingle jangle as the many-colored ribbons on her tambourine go flying-- barefoot Spring dances through m...

What a beautiful love poem, Joel ...

THERE YOU ARE! Did you get your books? ♥

Dadio, Arcadia, Joel // and it is GAMBARA, NIPPON! Never trust a newspaper. Thanks for enjoying my haiku, your words are balm to my poetic soul. ♥♥♥