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Little Dog. by Colin Campbell

8/5/2007

Noisy little dog,
bark, bark, bark.
Nice little dog,
nice, nice, nice.
Boring little dog,
blah, blah, blah.
Sick little dog,
barf, barf, barf.

You Have Such Lovely Teeth My Dear. by Colin Campbell

8/29/2007

Oh listen to this poem,
you precious little gem.
Your smile is bright,
your teeth are white.
Pity you don't have more of 'em

Not Just Surfing by Colin Campbell

7/9/2007

no not just surfing
but deep communion with the
ghost in the machine

My Laptop Speaks to Me by Colin Campbell

7/9/2007

Speech synthesizer?
No it really speaks to me,
but only to me!

www.fortune.not by Colin Campbell

7/9/2007

great lord of the web
how can I make my fortune
writing open source

So Cultivated by Colin Campbell

7/8/2007

so cultivated
summer garden loveliness
wild roots forgotten

Volcano by Colin Campbell

7/8/2007

fertile ash gives life
after fire and death rain down
from the underworld

In Living Waters. by Colin Campbell

7/24/2007

in living waters
a child of the universe
floats in the cosmos

(senryu)

seagull on the shore by Colin Campbell

7/24/2007

all you want is more
I thought you were a gannet
seagull on the shore

Sisters of the Night. by Colin Campbell

7/24/2007

Sisters of the night,
sleeping in the day.
Hiding from the light
in an ancient hideaway.

Sleeping in the day.
Backs against the wall.
In an ancient hideaway,
you can hear it all.

Backs against the wall,
hiding from the light.
You can hear it all.
Sisters of the night.

(pantoum)

The Third Rock. by Colin Campbell

7/24/2007

As a child one day in a far off summer,
I lifted a rock in amongst the sand.
But nature can be a bit of a bummer
for whatever I found, just bit my hand.

Then later in life came the graduate,
knowing just everything there is to know.
So I thought of the truth made obfuscate
when I stood on a rock beneath the snow.

But here in the garden of my twilight years,
and maybe it's because I've got rather old,
looking under a rock to see what appears
now all I can find is - the rest of the world.

Ancient Reflection by Colin Campbell

7/12/2007

mirror on the wall
european heritage
see neanderthal

Write to Live by Colin Campbell

7/12/2007

reaching for a pen
think about what really matters and
write a shopping list

Naked Terror by Colin Campbell

7/12/2007

terror in the night
mosquito in the darkness
bit me on the bum

Carpet of Leaves by Colin Campbell

7/12/2007

soft carpet of leaves
goodness returns to the soil
but we must fall too

Midnight Sun. by Colin Campbell

6/2/2007

A strong wind
is blowing up north,
in the land of the midnight sun.
An old man calls out,
'When I was young,
this was a good place.
The land of the ice.
An ancient world.
An old way of life.
What's wrong with that?'
But he knows what's wrong.
For a warm wind
is blowing up north,
in the land of the midnight sun.

firefly by Colin Campbell

6/1/2007

light in the darkness
looking to the future through
your hi-tech rear end

empty shell by Colin Campbell

6/1/2007

seashell in summer
object of chilling beauty
for no one is home

grains of sand by Colin Campbell

6/1/2007

sun warms cold shoreline
tiny lives, huge grains of sand
in a micro world

ice crystal by Colin Campbell

6/1/2007

perfect ice crystal
tight packed chains of matter
might split pure sunlight