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In Strangler's Wood - tanka version

In forest dark where trees bend low
beneath a slice of half moon’s glow,
          silent shadows waver there,
          chilled by gusts of autumn air.

Quavering, as if afraid,
they fall on stumps from trees decayed.
     among those stumps the shadows creep
     and shroud a form that seems asleep.

Lightning flashes . . . Thunder peals.
A sight forlorn the light reveals
          a man, quite dead, in woolen coat,
          with scarf of death left on his throat.

The shadows saw, and now they quake,
lone witnesses in murder’s wake.
     They cannot speak, but if they could,
     they’d tell all travelers of the wood:

"We’re not the foe.  It’s one of you
that makes us tremble as we do.
          Although we loom and cause you fear,
          something worse is lurking here."

Then Thunder echoes in accord
as from the sky, cold rain is poured.
     And silent shadows start to shrink
     into a night of blackened ink.

At a dead man’s throat lies the rain drenched woolen scarf that stifled his screams. Cold Wind howls through decayed trees - witnesses in the shadows. For Debbie Guzzi's Metamorph Poetry Contest a rhyming poem changed to a tanka

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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in huff of gray clouds

a ravaged kite disappears

losing speed mid-air

a string tumbles down from sky…

my lover never returns

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Susan Burch's Tanka Contest
21 mar 12

Copyright © nette onclaud

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Dynamic Interlude


Frolicking in song
gliding along the shoreline
the heart cry out *Love...

intimate sunlight
painted on fleshly desire
ensnare wild passion,
the afternoon falls victim 
to hot love, carefree and *Fun 

two naked bodies roll endless
in warm seductive wet sand,
with each breath completion nears
perfect *Poetry


Poet ~ Rick Parise

Contest ~ "Fun and Frolic"

Copyright © Rick Parise

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Half Truth Dreams

Lump of bitter dreams
In waking, tough to swallow
In sleep, liquid pools
to be tasted, drank silver,
only to metal harden.

Copyright © Tatyana Carney

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The Pause

Stone covered with moss
Motionless in stream moaning
So wind dries the tree
The birds seek green from sky still
Haunted by rocks of dead stars

Copyright © David Smalling

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built in 1905
before i was born
i wonder
what were the owners like?
shadows are quick to reply

some nights
as i watch the tube
quick shadows tell
i am not the owner
am but a house guest    an intruder

winter wearies
with the same old view
out my kitchen window
how many others before
how winter weary?

Dave Austi

Copyright © daver austin

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behind weaving
maple branches and leaves,
the sky is hidden;
instead, I see stars shine
in the night of your eyes


*This is a new version of an older tanka of mine -- not intended for 
any of the many tanka contests still possibly going


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner

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Dance for Dionysus

Tanka/ Haiku

Drunken Roman Bacchante (1)  footnotes 
God of the Maenads'  (2)
Female appreciation
Tainted murderous servants

Maniacal twist
Hold each- a sensuous kiss
Trained not by hubris
Phalli held in revere
His spirit flows through rapture

Beloved Bacchus
Honors Ancient Helena
Amathia(3) scorns-                  
Succubus eat them alive
Gynarchy apothesized

Bacchanalians' (4)
Hold wild dances- Worship
Drunken honored god
Children and men torn apart
In a sensuous moment

Oh! Oh how we sing!
Dionysus flows his wine
How we rhyme and chime-
Frenzied ****ing in circle
Prove to Him our Miracle

"Your desires speak-
My beloved enchantress
Sweat, dance, Love for Me
Use My phallice, drink My wine-
Worship Me till end of Time"

Merry speak, Father
As life sprouts forth within spring-
   Priapic flower.

Mythical Treasure
Is the lie of unbelief
Common man’s relief
Under torch in deepest wood
Ladies did dance unrestrained
In religious ecstasy.

1. Bacchante- Greek & Roman Mythology A priestess or female votary of Bacchus

2. Maenads-Greek Mythology A woman member of the orgiastic cult of Dionysus.. A frenzied woman.

3   Amanthia-Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus
 it is roughly wisdom's opposite. It means recklessness, deep ignorance about oneself and the nature of the universe. It leads to 
 excess, impatience.  He irrationally rejects Dionysus and the new religion; his unthinking and uncompromising scorn for popular 
 piety and the new teachings is neither rational nor open-minded. But he is also very young, and his youth in part excuses his crimes

4 Bacchanalian (Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus

Copyright © Amy Green

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Playing with fire

Playing with fire night magicians
playing with fire till dawn
needn't tell but crowd
masquerades seeking sources
to revitalize their wands.

For: Poet Destroyer's "Playing With Fire" contest.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole

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-Folly in Grin-

Sleeping troubadour
Ask his ink why he slumber
Or his papyrus
Words they themselves would forget
Since their lord is indisposed

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole

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and the sound of smoke
and look clear through
it says i love you

there is mystery in the smoke
a muffled cry
or in our cigarettes burning
nearly down to ashes

the final puff
as i douse the stale coffee
a reluctance
as i look around
to farewell banf

this listening to smoke
like music
its awesome power to charm
could she really be so lovely

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin

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Legendary Sphinx,
Monster in every marvel,
An incessant love,
Unsinkable Titanic,
The ceaseless thunder of surf !

For contest 'Monsters and marvels' by Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma

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                                                         I saw a beauty
                                             hailed and worshiped by many
                                                     Venus is her name
                                                   goddess of prosperity 
                                                    encompasses victory

                                                      November 24, 2012

Copyright © Maria Paz Samelo

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Blood Calls in Autumn

the bloom of death glows
crimson colorings mimic…
rise on angel wings
exhilaration’s free flow
new beginnings lofting high

brilliant dancers
tweak the nose of fickle fate…
candied lawn of morn
nonpareil the brown earth
apple crisp the skittish wind

rainbow of phoenix 
rebirth the celestial… 
crumbled sweetness melt heart’s fire
fear not beyond the beyond
hear Gabriel’s horn

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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Taking Turns

<                                       iron propeller
                                 sitting entrance to driveway
                                   slowly turning blades
                              like the hands of time on clock 
                                 longing for extra seconds 

                                    Hummingbirds buzzing
                              red gold blue and green headed 
                                    just waiting for turns
                               to capture it's own bountys
                                   succulant sugar water  

Written By 
Katherine Stella 9/13/2011

Entry For Francine Roberts
The View-A Tanka Contest
G.L. All

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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Walking In Front of The Moon

Sleeping through the day..
The world turns like still pages..
I prowl the night slow..
While my eyes adjust to dark..
The moonlight hits my shoulders..  

The shadow cascades..
My path shown by tree lined roads..
But no distant view..
Only questions left to thought..
Do I dream when I'm awake?

"Tanka me a Moonlight Dream"
written by Michael J Falotico

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico

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She is with me now
Haunting my every movement
Wanting to be seen
Remaining invisible
Doppelgangers are present

Entry~Matt Caliri contest~Doppelgangers

Copyright © Maggie Mae McAfee

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Tanka 2

This pressure on me
Rooms are closing in, can’t breathe
The worst is yet here
My heart is beating quickly
Panic, this pressure on me

© Holly P. Moore
    October 2012

Copyright © HOLLY MOORE

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Trois Par Huit/Tanka/Rondel-MY SPRING WAS TOO BRIEF

Why can't spring
last as a deep feeling,
and remain joyful and eternal?

What makes this season so vital and wonderful...
adorning our earth with flowers so delightful?
Who is so dubious to disclaim it? 

True faith admits no doubt...
will the heart?
My spring was too brief,
only desire outlived it...
floating as a leaf:
to taste death on barren ground:
such is the fate of all leaves!
Perhaps nostalgia is deeper than regret,
making me yearn with useless tears
and in doing so sorrow deepens...
without realizing I have no control over it.

Return spring with a new child in me,
making me run towards the sunflowers' filelds
increasing my chances to find serenity...
return spring, but don't be short and cheerless.

Years age the body, not the spirit...
as seasons remind us how fragile we are:
living one life and returning dust as before...
without voice, flesh, blood and thought.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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The moon's a globule 
Freckled with moonrocks
Wolves roost and shriek off-tuned hymn-- -
Tufts of fear drip-drop   elsewhere.

Copyright © cayetano young

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beauty all around

I scour the earth 
And see the beauty in it all 
Look upon the night sky 
And count the stars twinkling high 
I imagine the way the silhouettes sigh


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On Beauty

Fingers interlocked,

his eyes wander still to the

young woman in red -

we marvel at the Himba

girl absent of curly hair.

Copyright © Arnisha Paxman

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A moonlight's dream

There, by the moonlight
Me and my dark knight do dance
My dress is silver
The same colour as moonbeam
Tonight I am lost in love

The night will end soon
I lament when my knight leaves
Will he come again?
I rest my heart on patience
Till I shall be in his arms

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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Skull and Bones

The skeleton waits
Left some time by a killer
Rotting and decayed
Crying loudly as a ghost
Who will avenge my murder?

Copyright © shane solomon

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Universal threads - Lexi

  my thoughts  orbit 
     the very  essence
 of her mystery
    pulled in by her gravity
 like poetry in motion
 Visual 1

Copyright © Joseph May

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Inside My Head

Inside My Head ~ For Old Poets Only Deep inside my head, at my stage of mature years lives past and present. I feel future's plan holds a shorter time for me. Joy of peace on Earth – our countries work together – end of world threat gone – nuclear war arms destroyed – Possible truths I will miss. No starvation here – no babies cry from hunger – no blank stares of death – no forlorn, weeping mothers – If I could just witness that. This climate warming – deemed man-made or cyclical? I just want to know. Will we someday mend our ways or accept Earth's weather shifts? Our transportation? What will future hold for that? Maybe flying cars? What wonders will man devise? Solution to time travel? Mysteries of space? Will I learn of life elsewhere in our Universe? In my head, I yearn to know if we are the only ones. Deep inside my head unanswered questions abound – answers I will miss. I must dwell on...present...past – and be thankful now for that. Sandra M. Haight ~NA~ Contest: Inside My Head – For “Old” Poets Only Sponsor: John Lawless Judged: 09/26/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight

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True or False

Mona Lisa: Oh, 
not too poetic portrait 
of a solitude, 
intriguing others, with look--- 
so mystic, like her master! 

The Mona Lisa Painting / L. Da Vinci

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago

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Glow, slow rising moon
over the dark sea of night;
have all dreams returned:
to fill a devoted heart  
with another song of hope?

Glow, slow rising moon
as a ghost fearing daylight;
funny how you changed
your white color into blue:
to hide scintillating stars?

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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I look upon the earth 
And see the beauty of it all
I look upon the nightsky
And count the stars twinkling up high
I imagine the way the silhouettes sigh


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O distant " Vega "
I catch your pale brilliance
with a fixed, naked eye...
as midnight's deep silence stirs
thoughts of awe and mystery!  

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Lida-Marie's contest,
" Swinging On A Star "

Copyright © Andrew Crisci