You know what happens in Japanese-Americanese elections
They pronounce l’s as r’s, so with 55% of the barrots counted
CBS and ABC ahl carring it a big e _ _ _ _ _ _ n.
Morning Routines KOTABA KOKORO
2/6/7/6/8
coffee
drinking first thing in the morning
while watching the daily news show
the news depressing me
turning it off, drinking coffee
sweet white plum blossoms…
softly floating in the air
they look like light snow
distant Fujiyama’s peak –
fleecy clouds so slowly flow
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
speaking so softly
he steams like cup green hot tea
big stick his haiku
Japanese Zen Garden
I created this garden for you.
With silent winds and a still heart.
Where radiance unfolds its fragrance,
filled with a sweet nosegay,
I offer you Egyoko-bowls of blessing,
Jewels of wisdom.
As we listen to the koto zither,
Plucks its strings, echoing through
through Bonsai trees,
We feel Fuubutsushi takes hold:
The atmosphere is filled with objects
For your delight while reading haiku.
This invitation is my request to you:
whisper of the lotus, a moonlit pagoda,
Bamboo shades beside flowering sakura.
Cherry blossoms echoing the Jade River
Of ancestral tradition.
While we sit in a kanen moment
under the glowing moon,
The light reflects off a mediating
Samurai statue.
Surrounded by karesansui, the day
landscape that prompts Shizuka,
A quiet calmness.
A still circle resets upon the pond,
And koto tones sing behind the
Wind chimes in the yoake no shijima-
The profound quiet of daybreak-
at the end of the unfolding night
In absolute stillness.
Here, in Kokoro no Niwa-
the garden of the heart, my soul
amongst the forgotten notes,
We share Haru no Neiro:
The melody of spring.
japanese blossoms
swaying in motion of breeze
floating in beauty
Bridge, as a beautifier.
Worlds lower to upper
Forms of mist, at dying's hour
As serene what transfer.
Its like, he knew! Arching o'er
What had, for streamy floor
As quaintly demure appeared.
For she, crossed with, last saw!
Ramen and Sushi
We savor it together
Sharing peaceful time
Your japanese eyes
I love to look
Into your japanese eyes.
Not appearing negative,
and the fear of losing face,
are but two attributes
of the Japanese race,
they're ever-so if not over-polite
and sometimes known,
to never say, 'No,'
or thus it has been shown.
When asked, 'Would you ever say 'No?',
in the Land of the Rising Sun, would a man
contradict himself with, 'Hai, I'd not say so,'
an oxymoron, made in Japan.
But if, when threatened, with a cocked,
locked and loaded gun put to his head,
would he reverse his outlook,
and say, 'No,' instead?
Autumn
color splendor
leaves move rhythmically
amazing sweet caramel scent
season
japanese lanterns
rubenesque and rosy red
beautiful decor
balancing the inward and outward
marrying material and spiritual as an artform
showcasing the objective and subjective
conjuring both philosophical construct and aesthetic ideal
the aspiration a way of life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
japanese chickens
produce for bright orange egg yolks
carotene diet
off putting maybe
salmonella neutralized
safe and edible
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