bee & butterfly,
drawn to the same fragrant bloom,
work in harmony.
Bee and Butterfly [Haiku]
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Yellow Field [Haiku]
a yellow field
stands warm & bright, even
under rain clouds.
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“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by William Butler Yeats [w/ Audio]
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
NOTE: This poem is also sometimes entitled, “Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven.”
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Five Seasonal Poems of Miura Chora [w/ Audio]
NEW YEAR
New Year's Day:
the ancient voice of a
nightingale.
SPRING
idyllic nights
and quiet days:
spring rains.
SUMMER
cold water, and
a couple of rice cakes:
it's summertime.
AUTUMN
morning glories
are tousled by
Autumn winds.
WINTER
lingering wind
and snow fall
upon me.
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Worlds, Inner & Outer [Free Verse]
Inside -- Outside...
Is there an outside?
I don't know.
I feel I can breathe into
Infinite space.
But how far beyond
My reaching fingertips
Must the cage walls be
For me to feel that I'm
In a cave of unknown
Circumstance?
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Crow Alights [Haiku]
a crow alights
on a slender, bare branch,
riding the bounce.
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Music Limerick
There once was a player of the banjo
Who took out his act as a roadshow.
A tour by demand,
(The demand of his band.)
Crowds felt the same and suggested he bongo.
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“Concentrated” [Poetry Style #4] by Sikong Tu [w/ Audio]
Evergreen woods and a rough-hewn shack.
The sun sets through clear sky.
I shed my hat as I walk alone,
Listening for songbirds.
No wild geese are flying
From whence my beloved lives.
But in my mind, we are close --
Close enough to touch.
Dark clouds stand over the sea,
But in moonlight river isles gleam.
My eyes and my words stop at
That great river that sprawls ahead.
NOTE: The late Tang Dynasty poet, Sikong Tu (a.k.a. Ssŭ-k‘ung T‘u,) wrote an ars poetica entitled Twenty-Four Styles of Poetry. It presents twenty-four poems that are each in a different tone, reflecting varied concepts from Taoist philosophy and aesthetics. Above is a translation of the fourth of the twenty-four poems.
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A Taipei Taoist’s Limerick
There once was a Taoist from Taipei,
Who knew all one could know of the Way.
When asked for directions,
He'd state his objections,
"The way that can be stated is not The Way."
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Rise & Shine [Haiku]
canna lily blooms
catch the light of sunrise as
stems sleep in the shade.
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