Long Japanese Poems
Long Japanese Poems. Below are the most popular long Japanese by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Japanese poems by poem length and keyword.
~Southern Plantations~
( Tanka Duo)
Magnificent great homes
Fill'd of much history and beauty
Majestic jewels
Fill with many memories
Some so good some so bad
Sun is going down
Ancient walls show amidt oak trees
Many stand so tall
Surviving time many wars
Elegant homes exuding such grace.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2011
March. 23. 2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
"The Tanka" is a classic Japanese poetry form or style that's related to the Haiku.
There is a brown-bodied bird with a dark head, known as the Hawaiian Crow, and they are the most prevalent species of birds.
There are the Java Sparrows, and they are gray and black feathered birds. Not a prevalent species, but they do frequent my feeders.
There are the pigeons, big bodied and mostly gray feathered, speckled at times. They are too big for the bird feeders to hold them steady, as they would crazedly flap their wings to maintain some hold, but to no avail. So, to accommodate their kind (hefty) they feed off the droppings that would fall off the bird feeder, down below off the ground.
There are the green feathered birds with white circles around their eyes. They are called the Japanese White Eyes. These birds, and the Hawaiian Crow, do not eat freebies as do the Java Sparrows, and pigeons, and ever so oft, the other large species, the Cardinal. Freebies meaning from hand-to-mouth, store bought variety. Actually, they prefer living off the land as they were meant to be. Since humans are an incidental or Interruptus *****Sapiens.
One day I heard a rather strange tune, the bird feeder empty and not a feather in sight. Yet the medley went on and on. It almost sounded like a harp from heaven, or a new bird species arrived nearby. It now sounded like a wounded chirping. Fortunately, I was wrong ...
It was a flute ...
~My Very Sweet Love~
(Lanturne Suite)
My
Heart thinks
Just of you
All the time, day
Night
Hold
You so
Close, always
Your loves in my
Heart
Your
Love makes
Me happy
Through you my heart
Sings
And
Each day
Hunger for
Your love, dreams of
You
I
Love you
Forever
And always my
Love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
February.16.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The "Lanturne" is a syllabic Japanese form or style shaped like a paper lantern.
Early 90s a friend of mine was some kind of Teamster working on the Sony Studios lot in Culver City. I was in town visiting and invited out one day to the set of some stupid show but I met William Devane and he was cool. So, Sony was shooting the treehouse set for the movie Hook on a stage near by. It was a secured set bc the studio didn't want photos getting out but my buddy knew a guy that snuck us both in. We were in the wings checking out this thing and noticed a group of Japanese executives taking a tour, stereotypical looking, black suits, thin black ties but NO CAMERAS. After a just few moments it became apparent that Robyn was on set and he had gathered together some crew members armed with poles, brooms, a boom mic and we watched him march these guys in front of the Sony execs while all whistling the theme to The Bride on the River Kwai. It was eyewatering hilarious but the 3 of us held it together until we got out of there. True story
~Keep In Mind~
(Choka)
God truly loves man
He has for you a great plan
You're very special to Him
He loves you all way
Remember He died for you
Jesus did and that's so true
God created man
Earth and the whole universe
Our God is an awesome God
He loves you all time
With unconditional love
Saves, gives eternal life too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
January .13.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“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)
- 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 )
~Author's Notes:
The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
"Nothing may hide from the hidden."
- Japanese Proverb
1.
Gulliver's God Goes Silent
Sir Johnathan's Lilliputians assumed
Gulliver's watch to be his personal god,
Observing how seldom he took action
Without first consulting it.
Time has come to be the Tyrant God of our frenzied Age;
The One Who Harries
The mass of us from here to there, and back again
Crying down the faithful to the terrible slippage
The relentless loss of minutes, hours and days,
Unreclaimable all,
Shouting to us from our wrists, our walls and all things electric
The message of incompletion,
Things undone and lost
In the unstoppable flood that sweeps us along
Carrying all we think we know
Towards some great, invisible, communal Terminus.
The acolytes' wishes are served,
In serving one so like ourselves
Serving those unsatisfied by any sacrifice.
The call comes in late September;
A doctor's voice informs me
Of a tale mad cells are telling
Gathering deep within;
An aimless tide of their lives just beginning
To flourish sans form or purpose
Bringing destruction to the temple they occupy
Through sheer abundance.
That was when, for the first time,
My part in the steady move towards the Terminus
Loomed clear and certain in my sight,
Joining the strong knowledge of my heart.
A fluid anxiety filled me,
Running shapeless and invincible
I felt, somehow, like drowning -
So it was as another Summer gathered itself up for its death
I checked into the hospital
To be dropped into chemical oblivion
Laid out like an offering
To the spirits of Blood and Mystery
Reading my organs through greengloved hands,
Interpreting the language of manic cells.
Skin peeled back like pages of a book
I lay captive in the sleep of Lethe
As they read the script writ in red within
Making decisions
Correcting errata.
The god on the wall
Moved his hands in passing across his face,
But not for me.
If gold coins and silver dollars
Could turn hollow and float
On the quivering skin of Torch Lake
July backstroke of jingle
Belly rings nipple rings
This would be it
Drowning Japanese Beetles
Tossed by handfuls to the surface water
From jewelry boxes kept by robbers
What better way to give it back?
Bringing justice to generations
Of those who’ve always wondered
What exactly happened to my keepsakes?
Sky
Lake
I am cut in half at my cold waist
Like a poor boy on a rural road
Who’s come across a tipped over Brinks truck
Coughing in the hot dust
Of swimming nickels and pennies
I look around
Then wade through my newfound riches
My beggar’s palms
Scoop up the reflections
Collect to the dock bits and pieces
Of the struggling metallic creatures
And wisps of cloud sun and wind
A stirring gaudy pile
Grows of second chances
To be picked over by my kids
Who say “Eweee. Yuck. and Beautiful.
Daddy
You are a pirate. Captain Bly!”
Ey
I don’t know why I do these little things
Saving these treasures
As coin by coin takes wing
Flies away
To my kids’ great wonder.
The command is to write -
but every day you wake up
saying to yourself:
"I can't write, I was never taught,
my fingers are illiterate appendages
of a cheap Japanese laptop,
my mind is too oddly shaped
it has no dustcover
its pages have wormholes
holes that smaller worms fall through."
Every day the same old thing,
and a plasma screen mocks you,
mocks your open slack mouth,
your dull eyes,
the slow grinding inertia of every thought.
The command is insistent,
it prods the soft belly of your cringing ego,
demands a pound of flabby words
be made flesh,
and so, you tap random keys listlessly
until another string of consciousness
unwinds itself
into a last line,
that if not memorable,
yet at least will not live long enough
to disgrace you.
A. INTRO
AMERICAN CINQUAINS Adelaide's answer to the Japanese haiku
Poems
in shapely form,
displaying syllables
or stresses in a versatile
refrain.
B.DIDACTIC DISCUSSION
TITLE completely optional
FORMAT
FIRST LETTER OF LlNE CAPITALISED
line syllables/stresses
1. 2 Long days
2. 4 Of August sun
3. 6 Where nature blinks and shrinks
4. 8 The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
5. 2 Held fast
EXAMPLE OF MINE -TITLED
PASSION
Eyes closed
As lips caressed,
Mouths joined,impassioned
Tongues explore,in our love's embrace,
Time-framed
KEY to this form- note how line 1 & line 5 make a link couplet & secondly the 'turn' 'surprise' from end of line 4 to 5.
rift in dark abyss
vent outpouring fire from hell~
animals fleeing
1/8/2020
WHY hi-ku
hi-ku (is a label I use to differentiate English language 'haiku' from the translations of the original Japanese verseform)
POETRY OF THE NOUN Many older Japanese haiku poets wrote haiku without verbs,adverbs,adjectives ,hence my title today.Of course they wrote in Japanese so such a theory do not always easily cross/transfer linguistic barriers.
my hi-ku in that style
evening perfume
a flower blossom primrose
memory of you
Keys to Hi-Ku in English
Hi-Ku Image
Image” that ..unique instant of time.. the presentation of which gives a sense of sudden liberation; a sense of freedom from time ... and space .. that sense ... experienced in the presence of works of art..unrepeatable.. tangible to the moment.
but
SHOW DON'T TELL
to show rather than tell is the key to true imagist poetry ,sadly much English language hi-ku have words to avoid ,like 'as'&'to' and also use past tense verbs in their hi-ku ,thus the verse is ' imagery ' rather than imagist ,by emphasising 'telling' rather.. than letting their 'words' show( as my example does above )a subtle difference yet so often a major flaw in penning hi-ku( and many other poetry forms) in English
so
HI-KU MOMENT