I had a few haikus published in an anthology. Nothing earthshattering though.
http://www.lulu.com/shop/r-j-davey-a...-21052785.html

This is a re-write which addresses some of the niggles I had with the original. Probably not quite there yet but closing the gap.

I see a man who lost his job today,
I see him walking home, I see him pray.
I see him on the streets,
sleeping under filthy sheets,
I see he's angry at the god who failed.
I see the youngsters beat him
and I see us all walk by:
the kick, the punch, the screaming -
the curse of humankind.

Would it be wrong
to want to see us burn?

Existence burns bright and clear
with justice, joy and tears.
It's burning at both ends
and the message that it sends
is a purifying, penetrating fear:
"I am beta, I am psi,
I'm the root of David's tree;
the flame that gave you life
will bring your ashes back to me."

Would it be wrong
to want to see it burn?

That fire burns bright in the eyes
of vermin, men and mice.
It rides a fiery horse
and it causes every cause
from Einstein to microscopic lice.
The man, the calf, the eagle
burn with equal fervency;
the strong, the wise, the feeble
race to meet their destiny.

Would it be wrong
to want to see them burn?

Life is a double-edged b1tch,
the fire makes her cognisance itch.
She burst from nebulae
to copulate with glee,
she gave the hairy simians a twitch.
Moloch was hers, and Birkenau,
the Trail of Tears, too;
the poppies blowing, row on row,
she brought about for you.

Would it be wrong
to want to see her burn?

The T-Rex stands, looking at the dawn,
ignited by the heavens' rocky spawn.
He sees his mother Earth
embrace this promising new birth;
he knows his time has come for moving on.
He lifts his mighty lips to sing
his last halleluja-ah,
he sees this furry little thing
escape the Gomorra-ah.

Would it be wrong
to want to see him burn?

At dusk, the light is red and warm;
we wait to see the night be born.
But dark is light asleep,
and joy is, when we weep,
more radiant than if we never mourn.
The horses race now neck and neck,
the whips are burning bright:
the justice of Melchizedek
is coming to its right.

Would it be wrong
to want to see it burn?

Silence crushes memories
to fill my cup with juice;
I drink to you.
I surrender this deuce:
the advantage is once again all yours.

I don't know
what my eyes told you;
I was blinded, I never saw the truth
until time brought his scythe... I was a fool.

I'm lonely,
but they tell me you
are all alone and starving, too,
you know... I never shut the door behind you.

Hmmm

Originally Posted by VivaPalestina

Enough philosophy and on with the romance already please. Thank you.

Still waiting.

Time to move on. Thanks everyone. Take care!