Today's Throwback DayThrowback Thursday'sOn the supposed trend recently.While everyone is hoppingOn the already packed bandwagon,I just stand there likeSomeone has carved a statueOut of me, wondering justWhat the hell is this craze.Where did it come from?What exactly is its origins?I must have crawled outFrom underneath my rockBecause this is all new to me.The infection has spread,It's a worldwide pandemic,Yet I seem to be immune.
Don't You DareDon't tell me this ain't my jamWhen I rave so hard to this song.Don't assume I'm gonna lose my shitWhen I found out you've done wrong.Don't judge me without any knowledge,Like many others I'm a flawed human.Don't expect me to smile and laughWhen you always take me for a ride.I belong to nobody,I am my very own person.You can't dominate me,So don't you dare try it.Don't put silly words in my mouthWhen I'm capable of expressing words.Don't think of me as an immature brat,You'd be surprised at how wise I am.Don't put me down at your level,I despise rolling around in the dirt.Don't insult my intelligence with lies,The day will come when you'll regret it.I'm important like anyone else,We all deserved to be loved, admired.Your words do not leave a mark,They bounce off and fly away.
One Of The Zodiac's Beautiful PeoplePeople of such beautiful soulsInstantly brings a bright, contagiousSmile to one's face; you're on aCarousel of hopes and dreams,Eager to experience life with them.So much love I feel for fishes.
Insistent PatternI'm going to keep onForcing myself to write.I'll be my own veryPersonal instructor,You know the ones that youFind at the gym barkingOut orders to those whoCan't quite catch their breath.Then again I'll be firmAs a gigantic gust of wind;Dominant, relentless andPreserving until the end.I'll be soft too, easingMyself gently so I can mergeInto my comfort zone,Preferably with a force-fieldAround my bubble so as notTo get vehemently overwhelmed.
I Direct, They StarDo you know what I like to do?Observe people with keen eyes.I sit, sometimes far away, andSee it all play out like aFilm at my own private cinema.I just watch, never drawingAttention to myself; my eyesTrained on a bickering couple,The spark between two strangers,A teenaged boy performing a song.I assume the role of a director,They, the actors, shine like stars,Allowing me to feel their emotions.One day their stories shall be told;Until then I will merely enjoy.
I Don't Understand WhyI don't understand people's arrogance,How they can sneer down on others;Their noses turned up whenever theySee a person contort themselves inUnimaginable ways for one reason.The willingness to help,A deep down urge to offer a handAs an act of love and kindness.Humans are equipped with emotions,They can stand proudly in the lightOr wallow pathetically in the shadows.I know everyone has good and bad traits,Yet why do some lack goodwill and manners?I'm not one of them, thank God;My upbringing had taught me values,The true meaning of respect.I'm far more better than them,But why does my blood boil wheneverI receive no appreciation from few?
sunflowersthey smile at the sunpetals opening like arms reachingfor more light
Lilac II - tankaa star-glow connects their breaths -a river path. in lilac light she forgets to sigh.
Haikus from the woodsLight through the branchesGreenish flower scents arise!Blind man sees anewDe la lumière à travers les branchesDes senteurs verdâtres de fleur émergent !L'aveugle voit à nouveauLost kids in the woodsThe human-faced tree stares,Hidden in the darkEnfants perdus dans les boisL'arbre à visage humain observe,Caché dans l'obscuritéVegetables grow -Among the desolationSuch foodie colours!Des légumes poussent -Parmi la désolationTant de couleurs gourmandes !
Haikus from a nostalgic strollThe mist exhaled by the lake,When the bloody moon appeared in the sky,Was petrifiedLa brume expirée par le lac,Quand la lune de sang est apparue dans le ciel,S'est pétrifiéeFlowering Spring Even this old oak would like to wipeYour drops of tearsPrintemps en fleur Même ce vieux chêne aimerait essuyerVos gouttes de larmesIn the absence of my wife,My heart still beats for this young sake saleswomanLying on plum red leavesEn l'absence de ma femme,Mon coeur bat encore pour cette jeune vendeuse de sakéCouché sur les feuilles rouges de prunier
Stars of JasmineI.Stars of jasmine each unlike her, whateverI may think.II.Unfamiliar birdsabove a mower's thrum my ear itching.III.No moon tonight.The freeway whispers no moon.IV.Midnight:Closing the bookis easier now.V.Discovering antsnesting under the carpet.How hard such work is.VI.Now that I have tomatoes,dark spots on the basil.VII.During the rainthe tallest bamboohad fallen; quiet.VIII.Insidea spider vibrates temple bell.
.i hear those sailorslost at sea, those white winged soulsfloating in the blue
February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo1.winter rain-an old pot fillswith moonlight2.sunrise...birdsong fallingfrom the mountain3.just in timefor the newborn-snow flurries!4.gang signson the old church door...winter deepens5.stillness...a cloudof white breath6.deepin the raven's cry-southern drawl7.midnight walk- between each starthe cosmos8.resting awhileon Issa's death poem-the fly9.morning thaw-the bulldog's growlsoftens10.loneliness...leek soup coldin the crock pot11.crowsbecomingdusk12.one cloudthe shade of mango-winter's end?13.beggingin her native tongue...day moon14noon rain-children pourfrom the school bus15.each strand of cobweb white dew16.smotheringthe prayer candle-evening fog17.my last dollar...a scrap of daylighton the table18.thunder!one small faceat the window19.stretching between seasons earthworm20.gatheringthe prisoners-winter rainbow21.starry night
night sky haikuadorningthe temple's roofcrescent moon
Haikus from a foreign landThoughts flee the graveSakura petals remainVestige of my soulDes pensées fuient la tombeDes pétales de Sakura restentVestige de mon âmeBald monk beats the drumOn the blue lotus, a bud!Byôdô comes to lifeLe moine chauve bat le tambourSur le lotus bleu, un bourgeon !Byôdô vient à la vieMy nights are aloneSo are the crying mountainsBed filled with shadowsMes nuits sont seulesTout comme les montages en pleursLe lit est rempli d'ombres
Moon RitualsHear our ghostly criesDuring the traditionalLunar dance tonight.