water lilies,
in the early morning sun,
stand tall & proud.
Water Lilies [Haiku]
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Category Archives: Poetry
Four Seasonal Haiku of Masaoka Shiki [w/ Audio]
SPRING
on wet feet,
the sparrows hop
down the hall.
SUMMER
the owl naps,
and dreams of a
summer grove.
AUTUMN
sunny autumn day:
smoke from something burning
rises skyward.
WINTER
a snowy night;
the sound of bamboo
rustling.
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Autumn Gold [Haiku]
gold-sash Buddha
sits under Fall colors,
watching leaves drop.
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Hide Your Light [Kyōka]
the rising sun
hides behind winter trees
as a fat kid
hides behinds a fence post,
fooling no one.
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“Night Rain” by Bai Juyi [w/ Audio]
Chirp of an early cricket. Silence.
The lamp dies then flares up again.
Night must be raining outside the window:
plink, plink on the banana leaves.
Translation: Barnstone, Tony and Ping, Chou. 2005. The Anchor Book of Chinese Poetry: From Ancient to Contemporary. New York: Anchor Books.
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Temple Walk [Haiku]
frangipani blooms
litter the temple walk.
sound of sweeping.
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Invisible Fence [Free Verse]
Where is the line whose crossing
sends a jolt through your system,
making you jelly-kneed & breathless?
Where is the line?
Do you know you're stepping over
before the shock zips through you?
Is anticipation of the shock
worse than the shock?
Who built this fence?
Who picked the notch to which
the severity of the shock
would be dialed?
Was it you?
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“The World Is Too Much With Us” by William Wordsworth [w/ Audio]
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; --
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
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Diminished [Free Verse]
I take a sunrise photo
And find the glorious orb
Diminished by poor photography,
& upstaged by a flaring pigeon.
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A Brief Catastrophe [Lyric Poem]
Drifting down the river --
No command nor control.
See the water glimmer,
Circling 'round a hole.
Then one's world drops out,
And one's peace is gone.
Everything is in doubt...
'til you're spun out on the lawn.
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