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Remembering Yesterday


Chores wait to be done
The orchard needs harvesting...
Fragrance of apple
greets me with warm memory
Ladders rest against the trees

The porch is laden
With soggy leaves and debris
Quail scratch at the dirt
The door squeaks when I enter,
The autumn sun fills the room


From grimy windows
I watch the breeze stir whirlwinds
Leaves fall like snowflakes
I rest my head against the glass
and remember yesterday
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A Halloween birthday Tanka

Oh Halloween babe
born under October's moon
weave with forlornment
your bewitching adornment
of a harvest leaf festoon.

Faces in pumpkins
awake memories of when
the children were young;
and "Trick-or-Treat!" rung
the holiday season in.

Scorpio woman
wipe away your wistful tear
and tend to the craft
of your birthday draught
to toast your forty-first year.























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Photographic Memory

All points meet at you~
the sky, the sun, the water.
A still photograph
holds my happiness in ink.
I pretend that you still smile.


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Treasure

A magic moment
along today’s ardent street
the application
old folk holding hands pass by...
many issues spring to mind.

For Francine Roberts Wow me in 5 lines contest.  


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My Worst poem -September Comes-w

September comes
Makes me a year older
I take colours of
The falling leaves
In my autumnal days.

See the mid-night moon
Of September sky.
How we fornicated 
Till the early hours of
October Sun.

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Ninth place in the contest

The poem was originally posted on October'30, 2005 on the PS

Contest: My Worst Ever poem sponsored by destroyer)) Poet


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a time to reflect

one hour alone motionless in bath water... mirrored on water is the sun of a childhood reflected in ripples of time I see my father a chain saw, a pile of wood mother is sewing patches on the family jeans.... swirling quickly, down the drain ~
_________________ Carrie Richards (spiritual) ________________________________________


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IN GRAY PROCESSION



night touches wind, cold

     pale buds drop like tattered hems

         in slow procession,

     as gray of frothy breeze wraps...

 the desolate autumn view.



Tanka Me Fall or Winter Contest
11/7/2013


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by the old levee
summer's caressing breezes
off the mudriver
whisper so lachrymosely
southern painful centuries


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A Change of Seasons

Persuaded by time, clothed in rust, night reveals a lonely Halloween... Illusions of my childhood drift away with falling leaves


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Oh If only

That will be the day
another Buddy Holly
in the frame of fame
delighting the connoisseur
with the truth of Rock 'n' Roll.

copyright 2014
Harry J Horsman 2014


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Time for a Wish

cold white moonlight drapes
diamonds all around me
dances with shadows
as curtains move with the wind
time to make that perfect wish


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for a nickel

for a nickel
little boys shined
his shoes
       he saw
       himself in them 


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behind glass panes

behind these glass panes

here she contemplates nature

never feeling rain

the sun never warms her face

she's merely an observer


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Irish Green Eyes

To Irish green eyes
With a devilish twinkle
A toast at the pub

As long as there’s an Ireland
An Irish song will be sung


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Canadian Wanderer

Shades of tranquil light
blend within shadowy trees,
rainbow prism reflects
calling come on home to me,
the forest track welcomes you.
 

written from a photo of a canadian scene.


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The View Backyard

57577 tanka

Contest:The  View (of my yard)
Sponsor:  Francine Roberts

Written by Doris Culverhouse

Nature's view changes
Familiarity seen
Birds and deer tasting
All of my precious flowers
Attacked like the evil one

Dad's barn and garden
Wayne's great carved flower beds
The tractor and shed 
Always steady, strong present
Workers, lovers of the land

Dedicated to my Dad and Hubby!!


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Ireland, Oh Ireland

for my Irish heart and my Irish love

~***~

Ireland, Oh Ireland
Green island for which I yearn 
My ancestral home 

Calling me forever there 
Nevermore will I wander

~***~


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THESE OLD CARDS

                     


Heirlooms, these old cards with her lovely penmanship Snippets of advice still live in delicate lines where love is immortalized
*dedicated to PD. About this Poem Sadie was my stepmother and she and I were first cautious acquaintances , then friends, later good friends, later still best friends, then (for a bit) enemies, then... mother and daughter. I miss her. Some families are given. Some are made. Sadie died of Leukemia. My father joined her two years later after a battle with colon cancer. I often take out her letters and cards---she always added so much to those store-bought cards. She lives in those words of love. I hope, PD, you have something similar from your stepmom, pictures or letters—they can really help!


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New Jersey

Camp Evans of fame,
“The Wizard of Menlo Park”,
 Revolution`s Cross...
Cape May sunset, Jersey Shore 
 Mirrors of Spring, Oswego



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A Hiding Place

In tidy closets ~
  Coats hang peacefully,
Quiet, Muffled happiness,
  Beside little shoeboxes,
The cosiest of spaces.


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Soft Peony Clouds

soft peony clouds
ensconced with wet petals
drops of liquid sun
pools in earthly hollows
reflect sky and earth as one



(June 19, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


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GOING BACK IN TIME

One last dream is left...
something I've pursued for long:
to go back in time
and see myself a young man,
to get rid of this madness!
   


Entered in Michael Falotico's contest,
" Tanka Me A Dream "
written by Andrew Crisci


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I Believe

My stocking was hung
with the gentlest of care 
for jolly Saint Nick...
on Christmas morn, with surprise,
my stocking overflowed love!


For "Christmas Stockings Tribute" contest sponsored by Russell Sivey.

By: George Aul - 11/19/2011


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rain - tanka

shreds of crying clouds
trickle along budding trees,
like shadows of dreams...
words melt away in silence,
as seconds flow with the rain...


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Geronimo Stomp

Geronimo Stomp That has a nice ring to it. Go Barry Darvell. What a catchy melody. A record from yesteryear.


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My Bird Linda

When I was a teen
I caught a chick of a bird
And named it Linda
One day my elder sister
Killed it accidentally!


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A Sweet Memory

                                                 an old photograph
                                             found in a forgotten box --
                                                   a sweet memory 
                                           my sons as children playing
                                           how quickly the years go by.


12/11/2011 for Brian Strand's Fours and Fives contest.


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Those Butterflies

When we were children
We used to catch butterflies
But they died at night
Because when we went to bed
We kept them inside curtain!


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Triple Tanka-CHANGING COLORS AND MOODS

Green was the color
which my sight beheld for long,
now trees turn auburn
setting a melancholic mood...
mourning the liveliness gone.


Lofty, dense mountains
tower hills with grapes and pumpkins
as their aroma spreads;
these cliffs suited for olive groves...
won't protect them from a storm.


Thoughts intensify,
foreseeing winter's sadness,
noticing the wise ants
storing food before snow comes...
this image makes one ponder. 


 


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A NOSTALGIA TANKA

Spring is cricket on the green
Summer is picnics in the park
Autumn is conkers from  the crescent
And in Winter slides on ice
across the schoolyard

After Eihei Dogen (1200-1253)


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The Light

I notice the door
I can see the light at last
it beckons me 'Come'

Outside, to dispel this dark
that it threatens me sometimes.



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THE HAVEN

under the hedgerow
along the green lane
off the leaves
slowly down my neck--
rain-drops


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SCRUMPING

over the fence
ripe cherries tantalise-
reaching out 
shatters my
illusions


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ANOTHER TANKA

the diary
fell
pages scattered the floor
memories lie
just out of reach