Tuesday: Where beest thou from?

WellyWales: Yehi zikhra barukh, may her memory be blessèd.

Stardust: Kinda emo.

(warabe/tóng, child. Hey, if Oscar Wilde can use Greek, Latin, and French in the titles of his poems, I can have Chinese characters!)

Oh! greatest reasure of them all,
One day you'll hear Nature's call,
Like great Saul thou shall fall,
To Oblivion in thy pall.

Foxy Lady: The problem is they're Hebrew... And they're in the school library, and now's Passover... (which reminds me: Happy Passover, everyone!)

Foxy Lady: How about 'Poems of Egypt Plagues' by Natan Alterman?

Foxy Lady: And please remember this is the 3rd millenium.

Haridaspal: Well, it can be interpreted as such, but I find it to be a rather vulgar form of poetry. (Oh Buddha, I sound so gay...)

Ditty^Doo: Oops...

Ditty^Doo: I didn't mispell it. It's British spelling.

Stardust: Yup. Look at it twisting your head 90 degrees to the left.

rednaz23: XD

Ditty^Doo: No offence, but haikus are supposed to be poems of three lines consisting of 5-7-5 syllables, speaking about nature in an allegoric-philosophoc way. (I know, what I wrote cannot really be seen as a haiku, but that was before I understood what haikus are all about. Nowadays, I write my haikus completely different, and mainly in Hebrew.)

Haridaspal: You remind me of that greek poet, Simonidas (I think that's how his nam'es spelled).

Foxy Lady: :) A toi et a tout le monde aussi!

Foxy Lady: You should read 'Stop Night' (ליל חניה) by Natan Alterman (נתן אלתרמן). And quit the Kitch.

Foxy Lady: Ah! It makes me want to stop being an atheist...

Haridaspal: Very nice! Say, how old are you? in what languages do you usually write?

Haridaspal: Thank you!

The Heavenly Damsel and the Red Rose

The Heavenly damsel descends to the earth
To once again join her love.
Her coming is signaled from miles away
By the cry of the dove.
Countless riders have ridden their steeds
After giving a red rose to their wives.
Most of them have yet to return
The rest have already lost their lives.
As horrible massacres still proceed
The Heavenly Damsel looks forth as she steps.
The Rose, which she holds tight between her velvet fingers
Goes deep into her heart, reaching its depths.
Commanders yell to enforce the spirits
Of the men who are willing to die for a king.
Such a great deal of them have lost
The ability to once again sing.
Dark clouds cloud all the bright sun rays
And rain washes all tears and blood.
Bravest hearts and noblest steeds
Have all descended to plain filth and mud.
The Heavenly Damsel still has no fear
Her Eyes still remaining on her goal.
But once she reaches her destination
All her hopes burn like charcoal.
The rain is gone like all dark clouds
But all the battlefield has turned red.
And in the sea of soldiers’ corpses
She finds her beloved husband dead.
Then tears burst out of her two eyes
And she places the Red Rose on his chest.
‘Alas,’ she says, ‘‘tis my last tribute,
I hope now you may finally rest.’

Perhaps this is just another one
Of God’s tests?

Haridaspal: Heh, I can write darker, but I write in Hebrew, and it's NOT funny.

Haiku is too sophisticated for you... Otherwise you would have said something...