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Tanka 3

silently I lie awaiting I await thee a wry smirk greets me sighted precision confirms sporadic crimson now speaks


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Time Won't Wait

Awake, I lay still, Waiting day, under review. Tempted to fall back Asleep, and hold the day at bay. I rise instead. Time won't wait. I gather my thoughts Over coffee freshly brewed. A strategy formed, To accomplish what I must. I move on out. Time won't wait. At end of day's length, Assessing successes strong. Smart to prepare first. Then to put legs on my plans. I rest a bit. Time won't wait. The children come play. Suspending all that is mine, About cherished time. Smiles and laughter reminding, I choose to love. Time won't wait!


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Day One

Day one I showed up

ready to start working at

Der Wienerschnitzel.

My first day was my last day.

The trainer was a *wiener!


*slang for a jerk
(True story from my youth
for Linda's Day One Poetry Contest)


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Bad Boss

He was egotistical
Like Napoleon
    No longer a thorn for me
           On the day he said:
                  “It’s my way or the highway”
                            This new job has set me free

Composed 10/09/2012


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racking leaves

Leaves fall so softly.
All colors they do show.
How long will it take.
oh the chore I have to do.
What a mess the leaves do make.


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Kaffeeernte/ Coffee Harvest/ Cosecha de Café

An dünnen Zweigen
Aus dunklem Grün leuchtendes Rot
Zeit für die Ernte

Flinke Finger pflücken reife Kirschen
Schnell füllen sich die Bilums

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On thin branches 
Out of dark green a brilliantt red 
It's time for harvest 

Nimble fingers picking ripe cherries
The bilums are quickly filled


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En ramas delgadas
Del verde oscuro un rojo brillante
Tiempo para la cosecha

Ágiles dedos cogen cerezas maduras
Rápidamente se llenan las bilums



Note: In Papua New Guinea the ripe coffee cherries are collected in big bilums which are
string bags mainly made from natural fibers of certain lianas or knottet from artificial
material.


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SPRING HOUSE CLEANING

SPRING HOUSE CLEANING

now – reluctantly –
i must face spring house cleaning,
needed yearly chore,
this not a cheerful labor,
not done smiling and singing

for once too often
dirt’s been swept under a rug
with such abandon,
but mind knows where the filth hides
and so too the wily bugs

it’s a crying shame –
when one might be out of doors
inhaling spring air,
walking out with head held high –
to be saddled with house chores

no, no, i say no!
house cleaning is winter work
when the snow is deep,
piled ten feet against the door,
when nature has gone berserk

i now sit and think
what i did all winter long
was I fast asleep
while the ugly dirt piled up,
all ambition denied – gone?

i’m a large old man
some say i procrastinate
some say i’m cranky
the kids call me an old bear
lame excuse – bears hibernate



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Accused

your finger pointed
so accusingly at me
rush to make judgment
facts unknown, verdict guilty
proved you wrong, sweet victory


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Re-Awakened - Team Work Contest Poem 1

                                           

                                             Her heart stirred, she smiled
                                             looking at the face she loved.
                                             His eyes mirrored hope
                                             remembering their lost love
                                             crushed by fate, re-awakened

                                             Penned on 26/08/2013 using
                                             Form :  Tanka  by
                                             Wayland Bunch and Seren Roberts
                                             Contest  :   Team Work


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o' pioneer

~

sweat and calloused hands
pounded posts into earth’s clay
circling the west
with strength, barbed wire and nails…
winds of hope ever blowing 

dusty fields planted
               row by row, by furrowed brows
                      deep seeded pride--



For Russell Sivey's Contest: "Mesh of forms" Tanka/Senryu
Carrie Richards 3/19/12


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We Can Work It Out

We can work it out!
Just look deep within  yourself
summon up your guts;
Nothing is impossible,
let your ideas run wild.


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Namaste namasti

Teaching what I learnt
From heroes and 
heroines-
The known and 
unknown
I owe each each of you 
hugs
Which I know are not 
worthless.

-Haiku-
Namaste my gems-
Smashing spread and 
light my pen.
Shalom to you all.


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Daylight Savings Advantages

                                             DAYLIGHT SAVING
                                                  Advantages

                                         Advance clock one hour
                                       Undertake day’s endeavor
                                         Guest’s entertainment
                                      Darkness beckons engaging
                                   Less enchantment performance

By: Eve Roper 2/6/2015


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fogive and forget dont work

forgive and forget,
is what a dear friend has said,
but i am afraid,
it's only an old saying
and in this case dosen't work.



-to logan. thank you anyway.


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Overflow

yearly grain storage
too tiresome modulation 
over spilling crib

 
shaken a little heaped flat
housewife's face overflow smile


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As I Close the Shop at the End of the Day

The sun is setting
The afternoon is ending
The store is empty
A few cars parked on the street
I'm content, this is complete


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Wrecking Ball

A wrecking ball waves 
At the quiet street below
I watch riveted 
From behind the protesters
Trying to feel their passion

The impact echoes
a street no longer quiet
Sounds of destruction
And an old woman's soft cries
Under a looming, grey cloud 

A wrecking ball still
The crowds underneath scatter
I pretend to care   
As the old woman wipes tears
And the director yells, "CUT!" 


By:Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February, 10. 2012
for Twisted Minds contest
Honorable mention


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tanka and haiku

A moment (Tanka)

Rain as wet silk falls
On a rosebush which burnish
Until gray sky smiles. 
And there is golden sunlight 
On my cottage whitewashed walls.

Haiku 
Stillness of soft rain 
Dogs sleep in haylofts and sheds
Dream of hunting boars 


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Rivalry


The finest line drawn-- 
Between silent stirs and sighs 
Of swaying roses 
In such perfection for myth 
Charmed by breath of a night wind


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Markdown

40% off --
That draws the customers in;
They like their bargains.
But at the end of the day
I have sold more and made less.