Haikufeel :: Other poems

The Other Side

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 02 Feb 2015 18:12:00 +0100

My friend wrote this poem during a game where we asked each other to analyse each other's poems. I asked her to analyse the first stanza from "Such Nonsense Words". Although she was not implying anything as she wrote it - despite what anyone may think as they begin to analyse this - I believe it is a very creative and interesting piece of work. Click read more to read it.

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Tis life that did yond the window

Pain grip the engine of mine spirit

In vain the hand, my hair, the look.

Despair in the eyes, reflect of twi

Light I see the red sky

The warning

Good bye

This is a warning!

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sat, 25 May 2013 18:34:00 +0100

This poem is a poem I wrote a long time ago, when I was 10 years old, but I don't think I ever put in haikufeel.

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The dog is a blue dog,
the cat is a black cat,
the horse is very stupid,
though the elephant is so clever.

The fields are green,
the flowers are pink,
the garden is multicoloured,
like the first day of spring.

A dad is running,
a wolf is howling,
a singer is singing,
a baby is crying.

The building shines,
though it's yellow,
the car is so dark,
though it's black.

A mouth is screaming,
a tongue is talking,
two ears are listening,
two hands are touching.

This is a warning!!!

Me

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 24 May 2013 20:17:00 +0100

Me, a quiet girl,
ready and behaved in class,
me, a talkative girl when I'm with my friends,
who gets really bored at mass.

Me, a senstitive girl,
who gets hurt for many things,
me, who tries to be nice,
but doesn't cut the correct strings.

Me, a shy girl,
but my friend relationships in general end in conflict,
me, who enjoys poetry,
but cannot write when is asked to do it.

Me, a creative girl,
who lives in a shadow of the past,
me, who looks at her old photographs,
and wonders how time goes so fast.

Me, a dreamy girl,
who is always thinking about weird stuff,
me, who asks philosophical questions,
like why I'm here on earth.

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Dont let them ruin your lives

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sat, 26 Jan 2013 10:49:00 +0100

We believe in what they say,
even if they make it up,
because they may,
they do it so you will buy,
so stop believing or you will die!

Even though I may exaggerate,
life is like this,
we must not let us be fooled,
Because there IS a chance for our life to fall into bits.

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Paperwritten memories

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sun, 07 Oct 2012 19:31:00 +0100

Written and printed on paper,
I have found,
some postcards and fotos,
just lying around.

When I saw them I read them,
and looked at them and remembered about them,
so many memories,
flooded out magically.

I remembered my kindergarden boyfriend,
my best-friend I'd had for long,
the old friends I had,
that had packed away and gone.

And it was then that I realized,
the life I had back then,
the differences there are from now,
and then.

Back then,
boys invited me,
and I invited them,
some were my friends,
some were just class-mates.

Back then,
I had lot's of friends,
and people who appreciated me,
and a boyfriend.

A boyfriend.
One that I had almost forgot.
A boyfriend?
It is hard to believe.

Back then,
my cousins and grandparents,
came to visit me,
for my birthday.

Back then,
I was cute,
I was nicer,
I was shyer.

Back then,
people liked me for being behaved,
for being nice,
and for being who I was.

Back then,
I was myself,
I had friends who liked ME.
The ME.
And there weren't few.

THAT was my life back then.

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Dreadful Liquid nitrogen

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 22 May 2012 19:50:00 +0100

For the people that noticed I wasn't at school today, this is why:

I was scared on the car,
when my mom told me that we were going to the doctor,
when she told me it was today,
when they would burn them.

I was scared,
but not so scared as if I'd been,
if I'd known the pain that would come after.

When we got there the doctor explained the process,
he said it wouldn't hurt,
at least after a couple of minutes.
WOULDN'T HURT!

He was already holding the Liquid nitrogen,
already holding my foot,
I needed time to breathe,
time for him to say something like: READY?

No, he didn't.

He started with my left foot,
on a teeny wart,
at first it didn't even hurt...
and then my foot flooded with pain.

After a few seconds I could bare it no longer,
it was like a giant drill,
drilling on my foot to get it out,
It was SO terribly horrible.

I was crying into the sleeve of my mom,
praying that the pain would end.

When he finished I told my mom I needed to breathe before doing it on the other foot,
she told the doctor,
he waited a second and impatient,
he continued.

Now I could still feel one foot hurting,
but now two!
It was SOO dreadful,
dreadfuler than when I broke my arm.

It ended,
and before I could say anything,
the doctor grabbed my foot,
before I had anytime to ask my mom for a second to breathe.

Again, I feel the burning on my foot.
It is actually a substance so cold that burns,
I feel as if I wanted to die,
I dread the moment.

When it's over,
my mom SAYS it's over,
but I cry and tell her it isn't yet,
and won't be for a while.

My feet,
I could still feel the Liquid nitrogen,
the dreadful Liquid nitrogen on my feet,
And It hurt so much.

And I promise,
it never got better until I went to sleep.

It still hurts now,
and I can't walk,
I can still feel the burning,
the Liquid nitrogen.

IT IS HORRIBLE.

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WHY SUFFER BEFORE DISCOVER

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sat, 21 Apr 2012 20:36:00 +0100

Why does it have to be,
to suffer before to discover,
why does it have to be,
that I'd suffered before I'd known.

Why does it have to be,
to discover the healthy way of eating,
when its too late,
why does it have to be,
that doctors don't tell you till it is too LATE.

Why do you have to wait,
until you get to discover,
I TELL YOU WHY OH WHY,
WHY SUFFER BEFORE DISCOVER?!

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So, yes the zoo is kinda attracted to my foot.

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 20:32:00 +0100

My foot hurts,
as a volcano eruptiong on me,
My foot hurts,
Well as lucky as can be.

It's as if a ton of elephants,
a gazillion of girrafes (and squirrels)
Were all on my foot.
Yes, all on that great foot.

It hurts every time I walk,
as if I turn a button for the stampede to run over it.
Yes, that's how it hurts.

Well lets start with something,
a stampede of what?
Of mountains, giants and houses,
oh yes, All on that weight and bouncing on my foot.

So, yes the zoo is kinda attracted to my foot.

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Okay, this poems getting random

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 20:55:00 +0100

A coin on a cliff,
a giant on a speck of sand,
two people side to side,
or the different personalities between you and me?

You,
and me,
and everyone in the world,
all adults,
all children,
all plants,
all dogs,
all animals,
all foods (especially potatoes),
all paper,
all material,
all schools,
all buildings,
are different.

May I ask,
What in the world is the same?

A paper, and an other paper?
No, nothing is the same.

Not the present,
nor the past,
not the future,
or time being.

Not the farmers,
nor the potatoes,
nor the iphones,
or the ipods.

Okay,
this poem's getting random.

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I am not quiet !

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 20:09:00 +0100

Shy?
Maybe.
Quiet?
No.

I am fed up of people saying,
that I am quiet and more.
They don't know my real world,
it is not all in a classroom.

I wish they'd shut up and they'd listen,
and they'd somehow understand,
that if you somehow behave in class,
you will get liked.

But maybe they're right,
maybe it is the opposite,
and the only reason why is,
because the only people they like are talkative!

The problem is,
they only know me in class,
and they never see,
how talkative somebody as behaved as you or me,
can be.

I am not quiet!

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Freedom isn't all

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 20:27:00 +0100

A girl and a dragon swim in a sea,
as a giant wave comes crashing by,
as they suddenly emerge from the water,
willing to escape.

But freedom isn't all.

A giant airoplane comes shooting by,
and the dragon and girl,
dive until they crash onto a volcano.

The volcano erups,
but there is still hope into the other people's souls,
And they fly and fly,
flying to get away,
get away from their enemies,
to get back their freedom,
and to go where they belong.

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The day that all happens

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 18:16:00 +0100

Today...

I go to a museum,
I draw some fossils,
I copy titles,
I decorate uneatness.

I don't eat breakfast,
I starve,
I eat lunch late and quickly,
a boring busdrive.

I am late for homeroom,
I am late for sport,
I am late for english,
I am late for geo.

I have my pictures taken,
which make me late for geo,
which makes me forget my geo book,
which makes me get all nervous.

I am late for Guitar Orchestra,
I have to eat while people play,
I get my hands all dirty with chocolate,
I can't find my mum.

I can't find my mum,
I run to get my bags,
I run back,
I am EXHAUSTED.

I get a shower,
I practice my hobby presentation,
I study for history,
I study for VOCAB,
I study for french.

I do piano homework,
I fight with my sister,
I eat my supper,
and I go upstairs.

That is my worst day as well as the day that all happens (this poem is completely true)

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Chain e-mails

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 06 Jun 2011 10:50:00 +0100

When you find yourself in a situation,
where someone sends you an e-mail,
an e-mail of horrid stuff,
and there is lots of forwardings,
you scroll down and read it,
you're so scared and freaked out,
you decide you'll send it,
and more people sends you more?

Then people know your e-mail,
and they'll use it to send more,
and you're in a situation,
where you are getting more and more!

But there is a solution,
a very simple solution.

'Cause you decide whether you want more,
'Cause you're the one who listens to it,
But if you throw it in the trash,
the very moment you receive it,
before you even read it,
all you're problems are over.

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Why do you care?

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 11 May 2011 19:09:00 +0100

Why do you care if I am small?
Why do you care if I am slim?
Why do you care if I look cute?
Why do you care?

Why do you say that I am shy?
Why do you say that I am childish?
Why do you say that?

I may be small,
I may be slim,
I may look cute.

But you don't know my personality,
you just guess it from my phsicality.

I am shy,
a bit,
yes it's true.

And?
Why do you care?

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I'm going

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 18 Apr 2011 19:48:00 +0100

Tomorrow,
I'm going,
I'm going,
for sure.

I'm going,
I'm going,
Though I might not see them a lot,
but I'm going.

What should I Pack,
It's hard,
but I'm going,
I'm going.

It's not going to ruin my easter break,
I won't even let it happen,
I'm going,
and I'm going there to have some fun.

I might not see them a lot,
I know,
but I'm going,
I'm going,
I will see them,
I will.

I won't ruin my vacation,
no it won't,
because I'm going,
there's no excuse,
because I'll be there.

I tell you,
I'm going there,
and I'm going to see them.

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Nothing

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 19:42:00 +0100

There is no poem called nothing,
apart from this one,
because if a poem said nothing,
it wouldn't have text on it,
and it wouldn't be a a poem.

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A table limerick

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 16:47:00 +0100

There once was a table named dick,
she was always as hard as a brick,
and the smile that she had,
always made her feel sad,
to comfort her I taught her to lick.

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Saturday

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 18:30:00 +0100

S aturday, my favorite day,
A ll of the people like it.
T oday is a saturday,
U nlike any day,
R iding we will go,
D aydreaming, we will do,
A nybody knows that too.
Y es! It's a Saturday, no school, not anything to worry.

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I once met a Rhyme

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 20:22:00 +0100

I met a woman once on a street and this is how she spoke:
" I was on a train,
on a trip to spain,
when I forgot my brain,
(it was such a pain),
so I went on a plane,
and it started to rain,
But instead I got sent to Ukraine"

I met a police officer once on the police station and this is how he spoke:
"Peace, don't call the police,
for a crime that is just a waste of time!"
and,
"I was talking to a woman on a train to spain,
So, what is wrong with your brain?"
and,
"Yes this is a waste of time,
because this crime is just a mime,
and that a poem that doesn't rhyme,
isn't a crime."

I met an engineer on a meeting and and this is how he spoke:
"This prehistoric,
organic,
mosaic you have at home,
it is terrific!
But this tragic,
elastic,
historic,
and plastic computer,
is Horrific!
But my mettalic,
electric,
public,
attic is much more automatic than yours."

I once met an architect and this is how he spoke:
"Yesterday I rolled a dice,
it was as hard as a cube of ice,
but then when I saw a bunch or mice,
I would have taken my friends advice,
and not eaten the bowl of rice,
that was awfully covered with lice,
(that happened twice or trice),
and that wasn't very nice."

I once met a Rhyme,
and it is the one you are reading now.

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The judge

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 20:36:00 +0100

Why do judge people?
Why do we?
Why does popular and not popular exist?
Why does Nice and mean?
Why is this world all black and white?
Why do we even compare?
Myself now is judging but I find it quite mean.
Myself is now judging but,
Why could this ever be?
Just because I am shy am I not popular?
What does that word even mean?
Oh seriously get rid of those judging words and everybody be equal,
everybody be the same,
We don't need to say,
"He's not my friend because he's fat!"
Or anything related to that!
No slim, No tall, Not any of those at all!
And may I ask how would you feel if somebody did call you one of those?

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Antibored

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 19:45:00 +0100

Have you ever been in the situation that your bored?
It's one of the "best" situations,
And it's "well adored".

The reason why,
is because you can't do anything,
So basicly you'd prefer to die.

Most of you would prefer to be alive and not be bored.
But How can you not be bored and survive this situation?
Hmmm....
A good website is well adored...
So why not make another poem so people could adore it more?

And then BOOM!
A whole less people bored,
because they are reading haikufeel,
And I'm not either because I'm writing this.
But some of you people don't care about poems,
And you say this website is worst than a club,
well you are losing an enormous Oppurtunity,

TO NOT BE BORED!!!!!!

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Christmas concert

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 19:52:00 +0100

I tune my guitar all excited for the exciting concert.
And suddently all the worries appear.
I feel a shiver on my back and it asks these questions.

Your guitar will it fall?
Will it crash in the middle of the show?
The positioning?
What about that?
Will I forget my place?
The singing?
Will I lose my voice?
Oh! the positioning!
Where shall I sit next?
How shall I go off stage?
WHAT SHOULD I DO????

But I feel a shiver in my back and this time it's not my nevoursity,
it's my Relief!
I take a deep breath in and out and finally I go on stage.

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Bedding

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 19:42:00 +0100

Usually waking up in the morning is a bore
But not anymore!
Waking up to find your brother has taken the remote
It won't sink your boat!
This morning I was curled up in my bedding
When I heard a soft pitter patter from the weather outside.
I hopped up and out the window
Guess what I saw?
Snow!
So if your feeling sad and gloomy
And you can't watch your own TV
Then got on your coat
Go outside
And then you can gloat
On the ridiculous blanket of snow!
Not a pillow,not a sheet,not even some thick covers!
But a blanket! A blanket of snow.

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Bored when you've got so many things to do!

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 08 Oct 2010 20:00:00 +0100

I'm B-O-R-E-D,
I hope you can spell,
there is nothing much about me,
I can tell...

Well actually I have no reason to be.
Because in my homework diary there is,
a wholepage of homework wainting for me....

Oh NO!!!!
I said "because" in the beginning in the sentece,
trouble!

Phew!!!!
I'm home, not at school,
But my homewok diary is starting to drool!

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I....

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 06:47:31 +0100

I love my parents,I really really do,
But what do you do when they say...
CLEAN YOUR ROOM?
Or EAT YOUR SPROUTS?
Or GO TO BED?
I tried being a snotty kid,
having it my way,
but I guess it's just not what it cracked up to be.
And all these things they are telling me
Part of my language

I guess I'll go back to being a normal kid

I'm sure I will manage.

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what to do?

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sun, 19 Sep 2010 18:31:00 +0100

BWTD: bored,what to do sickness
B.W.T.D?
you've got that sickness?

I know,
this happens to me a few times,
and it is normal to be happening to you too.

What to do?
do something,
that is the solution.

Write a poem,
write a story,
read a book,
don't stand there and be bored.

Bored makes your sickness worse.

What is your cure?
*Do something!

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