tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78324730462873156142024-02-02T10:40:09.644-08:00HOOTIN' ANNI'S Poetry-Haiku<br><a href="http://copyrightspot.com"><img align="left" src="http://copyrightspot.com/images/badges/cspot_white_130x60.gif" alt="Protected by CopyrightSpot" title="Plagiarism Detected by CopyrightSpot | Do Not Copy" width="130" height="60" border="0"></a><br>Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-81123829455988346812016-06-02T02:00:00.001-07:002016-06-02T02:03:25.900-07:00Haiku in Triplet...Living by the sea and the storms that make angry take on a whole new meaning, I tried to convey the beginning and the end. Making it a happy ending!! A traditional Haiku must have 5/ 7 /5 syllables in three lines - that's more challenging than expected!! Still...
Kinda 'cheesy' but none-the-less, here's my story. With a 'musical' tone...
Beacon cloaked in fate
Squall Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-81417255638468250882011-01-07T05:51:00.001-08:002015-06-19T09:11:35.419-07:00
ECLIPSE OF DARKNESS©
An azure eclipse of mystery your eyes are.Shrouded and alien with a hidden secretIndigo twilight on a cold wintry landscapeDazzling my every footpath of life withthe sparkle, the glow of a far away, distant starOutwardly, a wild and untamed skyyour gazing orbs become celestial spheresencircling my being like heaven on earth...dancing with moon beams and starshinerarely a Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-3199749062131308352011-01-05T05:53:00.000-08:002011-01-07T05:57:16.487-08:00SOLITARY RAY ©If we had a chance to spread our wings flying, gliding, soaring with an eaglewould we see all the glory it brings the glory of so many things so regal?I walk along; inhaling, suffocating in icy air. At my feet the commotion of surf's foaming, the morn's filled with unruliness; unrest.Poised on the shore, seeing the vision so clear do I?Glancing to the horizon, it did appear...Like Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-54860471190387785582010-10-22T05:55:00.000-07:002011-01-07T05:56:32.338-08:00Stepping over the thresholdFloorboards creaking and cracklingLeaving the moonlight behind; darkness enfolds.A faint moan, a distant scream....Going towards something alarming.Your daring soul reaches onward,Continuing in the ebony folds of theunknown; walls that consume you.Every step feeling pounding, terrifying heartbeats...Fright turns to braveryCourage now becomes unharming.Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-18727034450618918172010-10-16T05:58:00.000-07:002011-01-07T05:58:52.115-08:00It came to meRecalling my first day for school...Aged five, my mommy I did miss.At noon, carrying my brown paper bag,Walking into a room filled with noise 'n' chatter,I pulled out a sandwich & apple.Attached, was a note..."Remember I love you",Among the noise; the clatter,I felt bliss.DOUBLE WHAMMY 55...Time passes so fast.still ev'ry now and thena memory arises for just a fleeting moment.A Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-72256682225934819052010-05-03T03:54:00.000-07:002010-08-10T06:22:11.292-07:00He looks up with inquisitive eyes and asks of me:"Grandma, what's it like to be so old?"His question makes me smile inside.His direct curiosity; so pure.Of this, his prying mind, afterall, it's not so very bold!His inquiring is really honest-to-goodness bona fide.Through the echos of my mind, I'll try and answer, tho I must be sure...I take his pint-sized hand in mine.I guide him to the chair...Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-26752845563074452972009-08-27T03:47:00.001-07:002010-08-10T06:22:23.577-07:00A haunting reverie; a songResounding through my mind.Eternal, a place, for which I long...ageless, constant; tender & kind!Yet, still, those words outlast.Lyrics carry me; a distance far awayof time lingering; past...as if, only yesterday.Words within, will remain.The haunting reverie of a song...Love's harmony, forever; once again.Love's Refrain © August, 2009by....Hootin' AnniDo Not Copy!Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-33091200915713529812009-08-14T05:07:00.001-07:002010-08-10T06:22:36.132-07:00Loving You....like a soft breeze...kindness goes farlike a spoken whisper...gentle mends a broken heartlike a special scent...tenderness lingerslike falling raindrops...tears shed helps heallike one plus one...TWO should never partlike thread unravels...kisses stitch tattered edgeslike flowers blossom...a new day'll startARREST THE CRUSHING ACHEHootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-1105560925142887332009-04-24T05:04:00.000-07:002010-08-10T06:22:47.578-07:00_ _ _ _ _ Becomes YouTaking law of survival into my grasp;him I slay!Keeping my being,my purpose now fulfilled,I inject my wrath; lovemaking done today...The hourglass of time, he'll soon decay.Die! Death! No remorse for me.Survival of the fittest.Now, as generations before me;Offspring in due time...I endure.I climb away.Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-36058080856808997972009-04-21T05:08:00.000-07:002010-08-10T06:22:59.837-07:00Once Upon a time in the land of mineFairies were aplentyand Gnomes were hidingNow their wings are kept together with bubble gum and twineFairy friends down to 6 but once were twenty...and the Gnomes? The gnomes're still residing.Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-34608845509168180162009-04-17T05:13:00.000-07:002010-08-10T06:23:12.580-07:00In the Bible"When evening comes, you say,'It will be fair weather: for the sky is red.'And in the morning,'Today it will be stormy, for the sky is red and overcast.'"Matthew 16:2-3 -- [Jesus]From ShakespeareLike a red morn that ever yet betokened,Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.With the North Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-69478418734398170722009-03-07T05:02:00.000-08:002010-08-10T06:23:23.656-07:00It's There, The RainbowA jaundiced life pulls you downAged rungs of a ladder...The higher you climbThe harder you fall!Disproving, opprobrious, cynicaland bitterness...The decaying spiritThe more you chewRot, it intensifies!Bigoted, blind, warpedand distorted...Through these eyesThe unseeing, they stumble!Stand erect and find solace,Sunrise of a new day...Your soul's harmony awaitsSeek and find Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-48287293247921928622009-02-05T05:15:00.000-08:002010-08-10T06:23:34.693-07:00<><><>haikuA Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. my word prompt for today "Texas"Everything's BiggerA world all its own and moreDrawls, 'bonnets blue', stars<><><>Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-10783448824776010672009-01-15T05:16:00.000-08:002010-08-10T06:23:46.358-07:00haikuA Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. my word prompt for today "tickle"Misty day todayRain tickles the glossy leavesAt dusk still in gloomHootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-20583386781293464972009-01-01T05:17:00.000-08:002010-08-10T06:23:59.849-07:00haiku A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables.my word prompt today is "common" Down home common folk Some the best others the worst Thoughts, actions, ventures.Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-44930122599518778252008-12-30T05:18:00.000-08:002010-08-10T06:24:13.214-07:00I wrote this yesterday after knowing that we were going to have a sunny day, while I stopped to watch the sun rise. Finally!!!!What's this? What's this peeking through the tree?Forever and a day it was hidden from me...Weeks upon weeks Weeks upon weeks; times three!A December day, this warm globe'll guaranteeI'll now be dancing in the streets with so much glee.Today in my heart, there is Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-42280514899009907212008-12-28T04:40:00.001-08:002010-08-10T06:24:24.582-07:00Four Seasons©by Hootin' AnniDecember 2008The beads of dew on a leaf'll trickle downthe green still unrelenting; constant and ceaselessa fading winter rose drinks in heartilyand captures in itself life-giving liquor;the seasons, all too brief...On a cold December mornthere remains a glory of nature 'round meIn the gray misty sky hides the light of day.Still, it shows the delicate balanceof life Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-31228463778335437072007-11-13T03:15:00.001-08:002010-08-10T06:24:35.725-07:00<><><>CLINT'S SKY©1989 --- 2008[this was written in the hospital waiting room, on a magazine cover, during our grandson's open heart surgery - at 5 months of age. And the image above is my own graphic. The face in the clouds is actually Clint! Superimposed from a pencil sketch of mine of him.]I think the sky ends in your heartso you've captured mine.With twilight's purples, pinks, and gold...Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-6866281517684295092007-11-13T03:14:00.001-08:002010-08-10T06:28:25.714-07:00<><><>CAPTURE THE SUN*© 2001 --- 2008The soft winds of time make me realize what life has held.I remember the days when my childhood was free...To be up in my treehouse with filtering sun kissing my cheeks---This was a place of fantasy in which I longingly dwelled.Then I go back in memory of days so long ago,where the butterflies flitted before my eyesand stopped to drink a flower's nectar.Yes, Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-74085746233831980872007-11-13T03:13:00.002-08:002010-08-10T06:27:36.633-07:00<><><>MY RED BOOTS© 2001 --- 2008[this is written to show my youngest grandson's personality...when just a toddler, he loved his red boots!]A favorite pair of boots of minesits unattended, hushed, in the nook.They're crimson, and leather, but scuff marked.Like the ones seen in my cowboy book.I wore 'em dailywith outfits I'd don...for play, for homework,for shopping with mom!Those high tops gentlyHootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-51400744752399674562007-11-13T03:13:00.001-08:002010-08-10T06:24:46.119-07:00REFRAIN OF SOLITUDE© 1999 --- 2008<><><>As I sit here now,as I try to penetrate my thoughts...mouthing the words, I listen.* * *I heard a melody today...reminded me of you.Of how our life used to be...oh so long ago,Lyrics echoing in my memory.I carry on with my chores, very routine...I could do them without sight, as we say...I could do it blind.Still, the tune lingers, it remains....Running Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-63158157627289864822007-11-11T04:11:00.000-08:002010-08-10T06:24:57.226-07:00Most times in my life I try to make things/moments that are handed to me laughable and cheerful. But, there is another side to me that can come out of nowhere. Like today---Haiku[7 -5- 7]Crimson with Amber & GoldCalm silence brokenThe brilliance, of a new day.~A RED DAWN© 2008 - Hootin' Anni- - -A lone whistle peals throughBrume of gray wisps dwellThe crack of waves resounding.~ ANGEL MIST© Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-61973079182175258202007-08-28T04:16:00.000-07:002010-08-10T06:25:08.148-07:00Early one morning this summer, being outdoors in the yet still, quiet, darkness, I spied a lightning bug flitting around near the grass blade tops and it brought back memories.SHINE FOR ME© 2008 Hootin' AnniIn the darkness of the nightHe's searching here and searching there,Off in the distance, under the tree;Atop a fern, or near the ground,He hopes to see a flare.He's waiting and hoping;Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-91865919493117208822007-04-20T04:22:00.000-07:002010-08-10T06:25:23.077-07:00Most often, the haiku is a representation of emotion, seasons. Haiku is to, with other 'media forms', draw a painting, tell of a dream, or bring forth a story. With haiku, the words, even rearranged should still convey the same meaning.<><><>© 2007--2008Hootin' AnniHere are my seven different attempts [with the 5,7,5] at the 'seasonal' haiku:Summer sand pebblesTorture, piercing, blisteringBeneathHootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832473046287315614.post-35787978266752113932007-02-21T04:24:00.000-08:002010-08-10T06:27:01.993-07:00In 1999, I published this poem dedicated to my parents. They've meant the world to me, when they were with me and now, while they're sleeping....[this photo is of me -in yellow, with my family in the back line...hubby, son, me and daughter. And in front reverence, my parents, on their 55th wedding anniversary. Soon after, my mother had her first of many strokes which would eventually take her Hootin Annihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.com