Best Japanese Poems
cherry blossoms fall
confetti cast to the wind
tumbling to the ground
orange koi swimming
summer rain upon the pond
lotus of soft blush
bamboo whispering
their voices sing at twilight
serenade the moon
fire fades from the sun
low upon the horizon
bowing to the sea
rays of light shimmering gold
sunset crosses the threshold
***I posted this series of Japanese writings at the request of Dale Cozart. He saw the beauty of nature through these simple words on another poetry site. I thank you, Dale, and the many of you who now see it, too. It was entered in a contest, but the judge thought it lacked 'punch,' and called it "insipid."
A Nipponnet is comprised of three Haiku and a Tanka
~Winter~
(Haiku suite)
Winters approaching
autumn mournfully whispers
leaves on ground whither
Squirrels run, stock food
the trees starting to get bared
weather gets more cold
Snow will be falling
kids will make snowmen, snowballs
time to wear a coat.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
November.15.2015
frothy pink ladies
in the Japanese stillness
open parasols
Envy for this emerald style
Throwing paint with heart of child
Even with imperfect stroke
Giving a beauty of hazel hope
Amethyst heart for Japanese art
Made in class as enchanting start
I’m an etegami student painting star
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
There once was a man from Georgia
Who bought his love a Camellia
Red blooms for Saint Valentine
This gift no adrenline
Just glad that it's not grindelia
Tulip trees pink blooms
January blossoms
Warm my frosty thoughts
There is a lilt to their eyes, a sassy to their attitude.
They know themselves well, drawn in living color.
Alive, dancing through their day, being admired greatly.
Characters who are not afraid to be themselves.
A trusty funny sidekick always building up the heroine
Who falls in love with the prince who is pretending to be regular.
Wanting her for her love of his soul, not for her love of money.
Their hair has a certain dash and flair not found in other drawings.
Their eyes have the little white circles enhancing their black centers.
There is a certain way they have to be drawn, a pattern, approved.
Their clothes are always pretty much the same. How do they do it?
How do they manage to make lines turn into a fantastical reality?
With just a few lines, the animator has thrown me into a new world.
A place to escape from my troubles, woes, and humdrum stuff.
For a little bit I am dancing and prancing through my hero's eyes,
In her body, or his, doing what I have always imagined doing.
This escape is like meditation for others, maybe prayer even.
I am in the throes of the escapade, and cannot hear my family.
My friends know not to try and get my attention. I am in the zone.
Anime and manga both intrigue and uplift my soul daily.
japanese geisha enthrall
with pleasure performing arts
gesturing words without voice
bound in divine thought
legs held tight in kimono
dress of entertaining nights
that graces elegant pace
into dining room
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl Muzzey
rising blood red sun -
spatters mount Fuji as
whalers fly flag
I wrote this poem to try to write what a country's flag might
represent to an individual. I love whales and dolphins so this
is what it represents to me.
Limerick: Once Japanese Robot lied about its age
Once Japanese Robot lied about its age
To an American Robot under age
At marriage registry
Paid haemophrodite fee
That night in shed they locked jaws in mad glad rage.
One said: “If only I knew your true old age
I would not have stooped so low to engage
You in pédophilie
Despite the reduced fee!”
Said the other: “Shut your trap. Open your cage!”
All night they toiled without oil or French vintage
Pungent fumes coursed through finely wired visage
Love counter showed much glee
-Unusual degree-
Neither side of Pacific need take umbrage.
Hiroshima Nagasaki sheer mirage
Robot lingo spout like Zen-type soul adage
Nuts bolts screws a-plenty
War rights out of country
Robots join dumb Robots in Atomic Age!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
in aquarium
hibernated little fish
longing for spring
~Seashells~
(Hotan)
Seashells are pretty
They are very colorful
Can be found at the seashore
By the sea
Walking by the beach
There, they show
For our very eyes
As waves lapping come and go,
With the ebb and flow.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
June.01.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Hotan", is a Japanese style, being a combination of a Haiku (hokku = ho) and a Tanka (tan).
Kapaligiran, Kay gandang pagmasdan
Lalo na kung ito'y maayos at malinis
Subalit kulang yata sa aral o disiplina ang mga Pilipino
Maraming basura ay nagkalat, mga plastik at bote
Na sa kanal ay napupunta at bumabara
Darating na naman ang tag-ulan
Bubuhos ang napakalakas na ulan
At parang uhaw na uhaw ang lupa
Na walang sawang sinasahod ang ulan
Ngunit siya man ay nalunod din dahil sa baha
Bahang dulot ng mga baradong kanal
Kelan kaya mamahalin ng tapat ng mga Pilipino
Ang kanyang kapaligiran, kailan kaya ito ?
Kahit pasukin pa ng baha ang kanyang bahay
Ay parang walang epekto sa kanila
Sige na naman mga kababayan ko
Huwag na tayong magtapon ng basura sa kapaligiran
Mga bata ay araw araw na nating turuan na magmalasakit
Sa kapaligirang kanilang mamanahin
Sige na mga kababayan, alagaan ang ating kapaligiran
to strong winter winds
polite bamboo trees bowing
continuously