Long Dodoitsu Poems
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the magic throne where I stand
shows me a fantastic view
where I am so mesmerized
a nature so bright
on wide plains and mountain sides
are trees raising up their hands
thanking God in abundance
with fruits they all have
clouds on top of those mountains
sun peeks and smiles in its glee
reaching out those gliding birds
with its radiant rays
rice fields with their golden grains
sway like wands in fairy tales
dragonflies and more insects
over the green fields
flowers bloom along the path
caressed by morning dew drops
spread their colorful petals
give smiles with the sun
on nearby are springs and ponds
where lovely swans rest a while
both fish and frogs swim and jump
joy for everyone
Dec. 8, 2012
Leonora Galinta
For Poet Russell Sivey ‘s contest with the theme, Natural Dodoitsu
First Place
Contest: Natural Dodoitsu
Judged: 1/4/2013
Sponsor: Poet Russell Sivey
Rising sun so soft,tender
like your forehead's red bindi
splashes colour in my mind
another new dawn.
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Contest name--Red Sun
Date--- 24th June 2013
Bindi--A bindi ( Sanskrit bindu, meaning "a drop, small particle, dot"), or a pottu/bottu (in Tamil, Telugu, and Malayalam) is a forehead decoration worn in South Asia (particularly India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Sri Lanka and Mauritius) [1] and Southeast Asia. Traditionally it is a bright dot of red color applied in the center of the forehead close to the eyebrows, but it can also consist of a sign or piece of jewelry worn at this location.
Winter is an etching, spring is a watercolor, summer is
an oil painting, and autumn is a mosaic of them all."
Quote by - Stanley Harowitz
I love having four seasons,
it is so nice to have change;
my favorite is winter,
I just love the snow !
Was born in a winter storm,
Dad, said he was driving blind;
that's why snow and me entwine,
love filigree flakes !
Spring brings me sunshine and rain,
and the flowers start blooming;
and birds tweet and twitter songs,
how lovely is change !
Summer brings me longer days
where the sun caresses skin
and a light breeze is blowing
time to let soul fly !
Every autumn leaf speaks,
fluttering in the north winds:
the red, orange and yellow,
brings to me such bliss !
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January 24, 2022
Poetry/Dodoitsu/The Beauty of Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1424-167-24
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Absolutely Anything
sponsor, Shreya LN, Judged 01/31/2022
Honorable Mention
Cumulonimbus lurking
peering over white-topped peaks
like childhood's hunchbacked monsters
waiting there to pounce
Shadows lick the creviced slopes
as white and green become gray
lights flash behind the drawn shades
of ominous clouds
Darkness pours into valleys
where rows of birches waver
as if nervously laughing
on the river shore
Relentlessly advancing
the storm growls and cracks and snaps
and the landscape disappears
behind wind and rain
God's angry swords slash the dark
each plunge deep with loud report
and all bow at its advance
some shatter and fall
Gone now like it never came
still grumbling as it departs
to disturb more peaceful scenes
beyond the valley
Halfway up the mountainside
the sun plays at the tree line
below a more peaceful gray
ushers in the night
March 31, 2019 / 2019 Poetry Marathon Final / Sponsor: Mark Toney
Published in a seasonal anthology Kind of a Hurricane Press
"Eat poor that day, eat rich the rest of the year.
Rice for riches and peas for peace."
- Southern saying on eating a dish of Hoppin' John on New Year's Day.
The first of twelve grapes eaten
quickly at midnight was sour.
January will be bad.
Better eat one more!
Collard greens I despise are
folded large bills on my plate.
Legumes represent mere coins.
I’ll eat tons of beans!
Pigs push forward; chickens don’t.
Hating pork, I can’t progress.
Eating noodles for long life -
Oops, my noodle broke!
Fish and round foods give good luck.
I don’t eat fish. No matter.
I might find the lucky prize
in the New Year’s cake.
Note: Mentioned in this poem were some of the more common
foods of the New Year dinner and the traditions surrounding them.
For Russell Sivey's Good Luck Meal Contest
Rising red Sun ball of fire
gleaming reddish reflection
a crown of two avalanches
sends tender smiling beams
Beautiful adoration
cherishing the Nature most
swills the dark cloud by melting
gives soft pleasure at dawn
Contest name-Red Sun
Date of writing: 26/06/2013
We Are All the Same
Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;
Hear them speak of lost friends.
At birth, you were cut from your bed,
Crying and grasping in separation.
Everyone listens, knowing your song.
You yearn for others who know your name,
And the words to your lament.
We are all the same, all the same,
Longing to find our way back;
Back to the one, back to the only one.
Rumi
When songs are sung in tandem
Ambience of speech is smooth
Devoted eyes dote your voice
Obsessed puppy love
When words echo tender tones
Glowing like sapphire gemstones
Not veiled behind metaphors
Tranquil tongue sounds calm
As triggers summon demons
Vivid verses turn vicious
Rage screams like a million crows
Heart shudders with fear
Soul struggles to beat and breathe
Pain feels like paper in rain
Silence is your only guide
Lonely sepulchre
Eruptions begin to ease
An anthem of angels chant
Rainbows colour fading greys
Lovebirds serenade
Color me a Maple tree
Autumn storm dressed it naked
Patchwork of gold and copper
Robust crooked roots
01.10.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Writing Challenge - Dodoitsu
Sponsored by: Constance La France
2nd place in the contest
It's a miserable day,
steady rain chills skin and bones,
and hearing how hard it pelts:
I transcribe its mood!
Ah, May can be so dreary...
not wonderful as usual;
all trees weep for its sadness:
they miss the sunshine!
It's eight o' clock on Friday,
kids head to school so slowly;
there won't be happy smiles,
no playing outside!
I add sugar to coffee,
it will soothe the somber feeling;
sweetness breaks down the thick blood,
it tones down sadness!
Ah, May can be so dreary;
flowers drenched in rain mourn
the radiance of spring sunrays...
as their petals droop!
Written on 5/5/2017
A time of togetherness
with entire family.
The unwrapping of presents
under Christmas tree.
My father telling stories
about to birth of Jesus.
Christmas Eve trips to the store
accompanying Mom.
My relatives visiting
and I'd join them in singing
popular Christmas carols;
wondrous memories!
Pining for a white Christmas;
sometimes going to movies
or driving around with Dad.
Oh, those were fun times!
Watching biblical epics,
especially "King of Kings."
The first time I saw Santa
I'll never forget!