Haikus 11 Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

the alchemist said
I can't turn lead into gold
the Ginkgo laughed

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sometimes no one
no one laid a hand on us
and we were happy

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what apparatus
did you use to reach the stars
whilst opal mining

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Oyster

Take a knife and pear
Apart an oyster shell
The doors to your soul

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Stallion

Lustrous wavy hair
With a mane so thick it proves
Fighting dominance

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What delicacies
Rose petals--pearls before swine
social gatherings

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men and animals
have natural enemies
none more so than you

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messengers from God
the dandelion's ferris wheel
ingots of gold

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strangers meeting
it's another dusk and dawn
sun and moon moment

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it's child's play at best
loving you every day
sunshine or rain

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we are all brushed - tarred
with the same awful feathers 
fathers and mothers