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dodoitsu series (rhymed)
Winter is taking the reins
speeding past days of autumn -
Jack Frost smears the windowpanes
forefingers and thumb.
You who have no house to own,
too proud to seek charity,
you choose your path all alone
that’s a guarantee.
Your attic room, where risks run
rowdy as the eastern winds,
barren refuge while you shun
warmer help from friends.
Churches serve a daily meal
without impugning censure,
Would a shelter prove to shield
Christian adventure?
God casts no smears. You must know
you are short more than your needs.
God produces once you show
you will plant His seeds.
Twixt four fingers and your thumb
winnow pangs of laziness.
Earn warm lodging ere autumn’s
freeze spawns haziness.
for Elly Wouterse's contest 3 Proverbs and a Quote
For my series of didactic "germane" dodoitsu, I chose three German proverbs, being influenced much in my life by my German grandmother.
-A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
--Charity sees the need not the cause.
---God gives, but man must open his hand.
My quote from an international celebrity is from German poet, Rainer Maria Rilke -
“Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone,” is from his poem, “Autumn Day”, translated by Stephen Mitchell.
https://audiopoetry.wordpress.com/category/poet/rainer-maria-rilke/
For word play:
“the four fingers and your thumb”, and “winnow pangs” of verse 5(6) play off of
“Jack Frost’s forefingers and thumb” and "window panes" of verse 1.
Word with two meanings:
Verse 1 – smear – v. to wipe or daub
Verse 4 (5) – smear – n. a slur or insult
double meaning proverb
A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
poor person can mean poverty-stricken or a
poor person can be incompetent, inept
I used the normal 7, 7, 7, 5 syllable pattern of a dodoitsu but rhymed it ABAB. I really needed 24 lines to complete my thoughts, but I dutifully cut it back to 20 lines, adding it back in italics after contest was judged. Expanding on Rilke’s “Autumn Day” title, I took a different turn from his prayerful, more positive piece.
Hey WARLOCK! Why don't you and I take a little test;
Separate ourselves from the rest, to determine who is best.
I grow weary of waiting for P.D. to respond to my battle cry.
So, don't be shy, and please don't lie! Would you like to battle THIS guy?
I took a little time to see what you had to say.
I don't know about Nate the GREAT, but Doc the POET wants to play.
Let the SORCERER and the SAMURAI battle for the top spot.
Now show me what you got, by taking your very best shot.
I guess you believe that you deserve to wear the crown,
But, like the Kidster and the Clown, you,too, will be shut down.
I am not a punk, so please don't underestimate my power.
My goal is to devour, and I get stronger by the hour.
Once upon a time, writing sonnets was the plan,
But, now, I seek the challenge of DESTROYING any man.
I have a humble arrogance, when it comes to writing rhymes,
Which is why I will accept any challenge any time.
YES! I think I am the best, so don't even bother to ask.
But, the question that I have for you is, "Are you up to the task?"
My confidence is high, so my bravado is strong.
My skills have been sharpened, so I can do no wrong.
My words will rain down, like a storm upon your head.
My bullets will separate the quick from the dead.
My Tetractys and my Cingku are sharp and strong as steel.
My Dodoitsu and my Choka will make sure that your fate is sealed.
I can slice and dice your limbs with these four Japanese swords,
Then, with a Haiku, politely sever your spinal cord.
So when it comes to courage, my friend, I tell you I have tons,
And from no fan or no man would I ever run.
If a battle is what you seek, then you are welcome to fight me,
But please, my friend, please do not try to take me lightly.
So unto you, WARLOCK, this challenge has been formally issued.
But, before you accept, you might want to stock up on your tissues!
FROM MY ROOF TOP
From my roof top I see the world crumbles
I saw people of mine shout, endlessly
They shout for two common things
They shout for these two alone
Prosperity and democracy
They want an answer and their voices heard
But they were denied, all
An tears run down my cheek for them.
All these while two things are denied them
Just through the face masks of poli-sticks
So the country goes gaga
My country crumbles and crumbles fast
Faster than its expiry date comes
Two things are denied it as a cause
The suddenly, A man came panting
The power-man has come to shut us up.
He wears a coat too big yet very tight
To strangle our wriggling voices
'Go home, go home' I heard him shout
But he only rained saliva and a chewy gum
As I laugh, the riot explodes
Police, police, gendarme
Then blows and bloods
Bullets and batons.
Empty fists and stifled voices
There was a heightened battle to crumble a regime
So Mr. President answer me
Why poverty is now riding the economic horse
You alone jolly riding everywhere
For these decades you planted none, a seed
Your monarchy has divorced our democracy
Therefore go home, go home, too.
Yesterday your eyes were like those of an Angel
And you gaze upon us with mercy, passion, we all
Now your eyes beams of the Sun, Satan
Jesus! dear creator's messenger
Beg on our behalf, do it now
We plead your father, our grand, comes early to our rescue
To warn the world, of its bad nuts
Before it stands out against them.
We have started our calls, our shouts, our protests
From Tunisia to Egypt
Yemen to Syria
Brunei to Georgia
Here we come, to demand our pound of flesh
That, that has been taken from our toils
This day, not waiting, straight for it, now
From where they are, hidden.
The roof tops of powers
As I watch them from my roof top here.....
angst, body, cry, hurt, imagery, insect, war,
DODOITSU
(A MOSQUITO'S LAMENT)
THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB ©
This sacrificial lamb starts
An aggressive night ensues
Mosquito’s ‘ding’ clarifies
Dinner is almost served!
TAKE COVER! ©
I’m a prisoner trenched down
Under cover of ‘sheeted' white
Less the incoming wine made
Mosquitoes blood bath!
DON’T SCRATCH! ©
Never scratch mosquito bites
Her taste that got me to itch
Her siren call wined the night long
But her bite remains!
THE ‘VAMP’ COMES WOOING! ©
Her ‘vamp’s’ lick plagues me still
She has sucked me dry of blood
I was her menu this night
***** left me an itch!
I AM HER MARK! ©
The insanity of her wine
A war siren at best call
Warns me she is to strike again
She needs to feed to feed young
And I am her mark!
INVASION ‘BITES’ ©
Summers heat holds cries for ‘arms’
Mosquito’s invasion scores
Her sacrificial lambs are’ feed’
Blood she craves for youngsters
Gives them tastes for more!
OH THAT ITCHES! ©
Her mark is dotted on the spot
Her small wounds itch to be scratched
This ‘calling-card’ of her bites
Her return for blood is made
Her young will need feed!
TAKE COVER! ©
Midnight swarms with bloody fare
Sirens are set to wine and worn
Attacks are brutal and stun
No matter what order taken
Bug spray, slaps, or cover!
A SIREN’S WARNINGS!’ ©
Attacks overhead strikes a bite
Spent siren wines forewarning
That gains a mosquitoes’ win
Its advantage strike!
MOSQUITO ANGST ©
It takes the metal out of fight
When over taken by tiny mites
Commandeering from overhead
With intolerable sirens
Before the attack!
all you serious, and formally trained poets, please excuse my satire, but a guy
born in Brooklyn NY, (me)- really gets a kick out of this somewhat pretentious
classification system for something, to me, is as simple as merely conveying a
thought, emotion, idea, image, etc. If it ain't natural, it ain"t real. Don't get mad at
me, I'm obviously "mad" already!!
ABC Verse-(poems written or performed on Sesame Street?)
Carpe Diem-(an ex-Vietnamese leader who happed to be a fish?)
Chastushka-(an old, heavy Russian woman yenta?) (or the headscarf she
wears?) (or another Russian forrest comet strike?)
Cinquain- (a man made and manufactured maleria med, given in 5 parts?)
Classicism- (an exorcism for a classy person?)
Cherihew- (a French axe for lovers?)
Concrete- (a Mafia burial material?)
Couplet- (2 lovers allowed to "do their thing"?)
Cowboy- (a hybrid mix of a young male human and a domestic female cattleof
genus Bos?)
Crystalline- (stalagnites, or expensive young female stemware?)
Diamantie- (a new Honda auto?)
Didactic- (a guy who finally cleans his attic?)
Diminished Hexaverse- (a witch's evil spell spoken in a poetic manner in a very
soft voice?)
Dizain- (either a hair restoration product prone to make the user dizzy, a
deceased Jazz musician, or a new cleaning product introduced by, yes, you got it -
Billy Mays!!!!)
Dodoitsu- (a new form of Japanese martial art created specifically for the near-
extinct Do-Do bird?)
More to come.............
A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET
‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic son and it will teach you how
I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may never be
I found an old mattress the other night
so discomfort doesn’t bother me
Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find FoR hunters of the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast
I’m lucky enough to live with my stunning lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love surely to be
The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each enhance
To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and I may be homeless but neither of us is dumb
Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day August we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when its in the mood
© 2011.….~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
Nor are they null…..As in null and void
Annoy annoyed
Overdrawn overjoyed
But who the hell would be overjoyed to be overdrawn?
Yawning……yawn
Yawn as in what I do when my girlfriend begins one of her seemingly endless ravings as she rants and recounts another ridiculously innocuous story perhaps about her suture or a vulture as I am coerced into yet another conversation that is all too akin to Chinese water torture
As I beg for the boring *****’s departure
And the end of her god forsaken story
Glory Glory hallelujah
Hallelujah Beulah
Shut shutters
Shut the shutters so I can s*iit
***** shitter……Sit sitter
Shut the shutters so I can **** the baby sitter
And her sister who has a blister
So the army wouldn’t enlist-er
Mister twister
Blink blinking
Think some serious thinking……..
a concept I seem to have lost sight of as evidenced by this literary effort which is merely an overdrawn poem played as a pawn at dawn on the lawn as I feed a fawn whose frowning
Drown drowning
Drown as in the way my lousy stinking girlfriend hopes that I drown…
While I puke forth some putrid pink fluid into the water that is my final incubator
Great……greater
My girlfriend…..I hate-er
But I do have an allegiance to an allegorical Alligator
© copy write 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
they thought they were doing a simple task
but failed to realize that all things done
never simple or like they seem. Would
you care to take apart the item in questioned
asked the Professor? Smiling, he spoke not
to allow those who were the audience to
know what they were speaking of. It is not as
simple as it seems, the shelter of the shaft is
to be examed, but I refuse to remove the items from
the shaft (the hole) as this would be a disgusting job.
Others laughed, but I didn't know what they were
speaking of.
I knew what they were speaking of my father
use to have these long drawn-out discussions about
these damn thing's. One time we used a large oak
barrel drum filled with rocks, and bedded that with
straw and ran a pipe up thru the ground, so my
father could invite people over and talk about the
"vents of toilets" by Braffer Deacon,
"We can fly people
to the moon, and have a space station in space,
but can't find away to control the funk of, you know"
This was August 22, 2022, and didn't
understand what the big idea was talking about
a damn toilet, buy we took pictures of the thing, and went around
the country taking pictures of the best, worst and most unusual,
and the most modern outdoor toilets. We even wrote a book on
~Show His Love In All You Do~
(Dodoitsu)
There is nothing like love
And when you have it is great
God says to love everyone
Everyone needs love
Love can last for eternity
If you're willing to give it
With God's help you can do this
Cause love comes from him
Without His love lifes harder
Show His love in all you do
With God's help you can do this
Everyone needs love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
September.17.2017
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13(KJV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
-Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5 (KJV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The "Dodoitsu" is a Japanese poetry form or style.
Thank you for reading!
Practice Takes Mind
I planned to write so many poems
Some long and some one line.
The purpose was for betterment.
But now, my heart does pine.
I love the words that reach and shine.
Sent to some friendly minds.
Oh, fragrant words of brighter days.
True friendship love refines.
So, as I sit and write today.
Searching this heart of mine.
I wonder if the Lord above
Has seen the words I rhyme.
Has He found love in one cinqku?
Or dodoitsu? Or haiku?
Has He read my monuku, rhymes?
Or the love sent to you(s)…
Alliteration, sifts through lines.
Some rhyme and others don’t.
Tetractys are not dinosaurs…
Will they roar? No, they won’t.
ABCs, blank verse, kimos, lists…
Have their poetic frames.
From the heart of emotions’ mists…
A poet holds word’s reins.
Some practice poems are, now online:
crysalline, clerihew, quatrain.
Chastushka, cinquain, monorhyme.
(I am NOT on moonshine!)
The rest, in thoughts remain.
I shall review my older poems.
And post a few online.
And hope to share a part of me.
Before I lose my mind.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 23, 2010
Poetic form: Lyrical-Quatrain