Carry
Carry my loved one
Safely back into my arms
Away from
evil
A haiku a day
Will keep the doctor away
Carry
on writing
Dot one carry one
Multiplication is fun
The
old fashioned way
Dim politicians
Carry to the election
Then
we switch them off
Black
On the darkest days
My black thoughts and furrowed brow
Dispersed
by your smile
A small black spider
Quietly building a nest
Panic
amongst girls
Black words on paper
Create small golden visions
In
another's mind
Right
Mirror shows my face
Meditation reveals soul
Reflecting
right back
Come right ear she said
Would you like the rest of me?
You're
such a smart ass
Right light might help sight
But you have to be looking
To see
others plight
Critic
Critique my haiku
Criticism can be good
Do critics know that?
Don't disturb critic
He will reach across the miles
Tear your work to shreds
Critic sat alone
Nobody thought to say hi
To be criticised
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