Maidin mhaith! céad mile fáilte. Seo mo dhán: Haiku i stíl cheoil is “réabhlóidach”.

Good morning! a hundred thousand welcomes. Here is my poem: a musical and “revolutionary” Haiku. 

A RED LINE’S BEEN CROSSED

REVOLUTION’S WHAT WE NEED

ROOT AND BRANCH CLEAROUT

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Domnhnaigh, an deichiú lá de mhí L...

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A twisted oak coiled round its self the perfect home for a mouse.

He climbed up a twisted branch and made his peace there, he built a nest of twine in the hollow center.

twine woven in brade, ants climbing up in parade. the army came to a hault and flead, they

feared for their lives and would rarther not be dead.

the stars a gemstone, the moon an ivory marble in a get jar.

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