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Ia. Labor of Extremities
Of velvet and brocade
Calloused, glimmer cream
Years of texture over-layed
Crematory, turns to steam
Waste resides under scales
Grotesque until clean
Fates not to be tossed like bales
Of hay, which all do screen
Gradual evolution
Ib. Twilight Verano
The smell of must
Fresh water flow
Company will never go
Under the season's lust
Sunsets fly
Grease comes through
Tastes of heat, a clue
Aware that the eve will soon die
Insects and humidity
Boundless is the joy
Force ones to shed their being coy
Breathe the air with profound lucidity
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Haiku 01
00:28
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Turquoise waters froth
Greeneries flourish so
From the deck, life bursts.
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Agriebb
03:28
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II. Agriebb
No longer able
To toil around
The grounds I love
Smells of grains
Now only a fragrance
On the few clothes
I have left
Feeling unwanted
By everyone else
Is painful
People's wallets showing
As much
As their hearts
To see what we endure
And now the future we face
Wrinkles of pain and sadness
Would surely form
Giving and not receiving
The downfall of a profession
Hands calloused and blood-crusted
Now clutching a bowl of modest stew
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Haiku 02
00:21
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Mirrored waters here
In the distance, a sharp peak
A temple remains.
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The Troubles
03:10
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III. The Troubles
Northern Ireland, to remain or to join
Confederates in the Union fighting to break free
Tensions as rough as biting into a coin
Visions of separate territory and ideology
America’s war ensued for four long years,
Northern Ireland’s for thirty
Polarized combatants all wanting to win
Plans of action and political sides relatively sturdy
Look into the eyes of the loser with a solemn grin
Once the disputes were over, rebuilding started
A multiple-powered government, rights for past slaves
But in both cases, the peaceful attempts soon parted
Concrete walls and segregation looming till people fell into their graves
No warring, but violence and isolation insist to stay
From schools to neighborhoods: no mingling, no going astray.
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Haiku 03
00:23
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Overcast and damp
Still air over the sodden
Stagnantness lives on.
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For a Friend ...
08:18
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IV. For a Friend ...
While in purple promenading, to soak in the studio sun
Eyes like those of does, mirroring what lie
In an organ of words, scenes, things not yet begun
Away from the disorder, although hard, you must pry
Self-proclaimed romantic, an open figure too
A sense of help so gracious, to guide others along to succeed
Just don't become so obliged to perform your part as glue
With self-care and direction, you can strengthen such a lead
While overlooking your pain, remember your potential for more
Over struggles your mind must crane; expose yourself, your inner core
Allow yourself to release the utmost doom, an individual your age can allow
Post such a point your mind can bloom; through tough times you will plough
To have known you this time I appreciate and smile
You say it like it is, why not continue for a while?
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Haiku 04
00:27
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Haze, humidity
Bright flowers emerge with ease
All is calm, no breeze.
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What Shall I Do?
02:34
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V. What Shall I Do?
Look into my coffee cup, a long-awaited mystery
My life a race-car track, has started to feel blistery
Submit to the traces of order and go
Take time to do the things I want
Positive, events free or full of flaunt
When not on display, choice resides
Wake up when the sun shines
Read while the bell chimes
Ponder longer than one should to challenge the internal timer
Oh! But what can lay here
However close one may hold them dear
Relying on open space takes an organizer
Trample old collections
Of internal misconceptions
And follow the fresh path, paved with special bias
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Thomas Oboe Lee Cambridge, Massachusetts
Thomas Oboe Lee was born in China in 1945. He lived in São Paulo, Brazil, for six years before coming to the United States in 1966. After graduating from the University of Pittsburgh, he studied composition at the New England Conservatory and Harvard University. He has been a member of the music faculty at Boston College since 1990. ... more
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