Original Haiku
Original Haiku If I forget the Lord let my lyre be broken: sacred poet Shore to shore lord's kingdom- vernal bees murmur here 20,000 species of bees only four make honey: chosen few Entrenched behind sombre defences poet all the time Difficulties within devils without: monopolies and cartels Four thousand microbes live in our blood vessels; reconcilements T.S. Eliot: eastern thought and myths collective unconscious Rocks and hills: from God is deep calm sent enchantment prevails My pocket picked by cheats: there were five haiku in it Be subject to every one ever seek the lowest place: warbling soul Thou art my home truth of my song: virgin most venerable Mud-gods of materialism money-media-muscle power trouble my haiku