Long Noontime Poems
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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about summer, trees, firefly, fireflies, cuckoos, rice fields, rice paddies, bush-clover, Iris, Irises, temple, temples, Japanese culture, light, daylight, lit, boat, boats.
Fireflies
turn our trees
into well-lit lodges.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
A noontime firefly,
dim by daylight,
hides behind a pillar.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Firefly watching,
the tipsy boatman
rocks the boat.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Rising above fields of rice and barley,
the cry of the summer cuckoo.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Tedious life!
Plowing the rice field
back and forth...
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Lying in the summer grass,
discarded like a king’s robe,
the snakeskin.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The shrubby bush-clover?
How impudent
her appearance!
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Glistening dew
sways without spilling
from the bush-clover.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I bow low
to the venerable
rabbit-eared Iris.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Rabbit-eared Iris,
pausing to chit-chat,
one joy of my journey.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The rabbit-eared iris
inspires
another hokku.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Rabbit-eared Iris,
admiring your reflection?
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Inside Uchiyama,
unknown to outsiders,
blossoms full-bloom.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Uchiyama was a temple little-known to the outside world. In fact, uchi means “inside.”
Intermittent spring rain
has dressed mother nature
in her Sunday best;
all is young and beautiful.
A lingering rainbow
hangs steady.
Petrichor wafts
in the noontime breeze
as white butterflies
float about carefree.
Bumblebees flit and buzz
around the wildflowers
and hordes of grasshoppers
erratically jump for joy.
A joyous day of renewal
in the green valley.
''V'' New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date submitted: 11/17/2021
Theme chosen: Valley
Date originally written: 10/18/2020
Am I god's breath
Dawn's first breath caresses dew-wet glade,
yellow catkins quiver in spring's tender breeze,
eastern sunrise fuels passerine serenade.
Sulphur-yellow butterflies, black and golden bees
time for birth, new life, our earthly sphere decrees
of Erebus and Nyx
Impish flames dance in noontime light
morph to ghastly pirouetting demons leaping
everywhere, undisciplined they grave alight
red-hot searing daggers all-consuming.
Summer's purifying salamander breathing.
or earthly shibboleth?
Jewel blue; no longer skipping over rocks
the river, now near the end, is older, wiser,
gently drifting west towards the busy docks.
Autumn leaves of gold, like gentle boats, stir,
floating towards sunset's end of chapter.
Caught between the twixt;
The winter forest seems to our eyes dead.
Midnights new moon; the mother of the sky
mystic dewgleam-silver lights the seedbed
of decomposing earth, where fresh shoots testify
new life once more this land will occupy.
I'm Aether, or maybe six sixty-six.
Sun time, fun time
Staying out that one time
Pray time, playtime
Cute flowers in May time
Noontime, croon time
Waiting to see moon time
Munch time, brunch time
Going out for lunch time
Night time, right time
Finding place to write time
Date time, great time
Wonder why I’m late time
Sleep time, reap time
Silently I weep time
Wake time, bake time
Walking near the lake time
Springtime, sing time
Flying on the swing time
School time, pool time
Staying calm and cool time
Dreamtime, beam time
Enjoying ice cream time
Peacetime, cease time
Together let’s seize time
Showtime, snow time
I feel all aglow time
Bedtime, wed time
Nothing should be said time
Teatime, me time
Going out to sea time
Prime time, rhyme time
Let us reduce crime time
Nap time, rap time
If just I could trap time
Good time, food time
Wish I understood time
Pastime, class time
Let’s enjoy one last time
Wartime, store time
Can you give me more time?
written on 08.11.2021
With royal robe in purple hue
A morning tiptoes into dawn
Watch how light glitters from the hem
This day that stretches with a yawn
With bloom of atmospheric blue
A day turns pink above the rim
This day that stretches with a yawn
Across the voids of distance, dim
This day that stretches with a yawn
Arise the sunlight, red and gold
The face of nature's blushing skin
With pastel linens day unfolds
To stand as witness to the new
The morning, springs alive within
This day that stretches with a yawn
As all the world begins again
When day warms bright, in noontime sun
Then waits to beckon evening's song
Again the blush the twilight grins
This day that stretches with a yawn
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For Joe's "One Quantern Deserves Another" contest
Oh! What a wonderful world of fantasy fiction.
Especially "the wonderful world Disney. What
A very special remarkable place to be. "It is
Truly the happiest place on earth."
What a pleasant day to spend the daytime,
noontime and nighttime!
Day dreams could become the most remarkable
Things more precious than sparkling diamonds
Of Stars in the midnight sky.
They could be more valuable than either
Silver or King Midas' gold. He could
Relate to "Gold Finger, he's the man
with the King Midas' touch. His heart
Was cold, he loved only gold. His
Heart was cold, he loved only gold.
They could pleasant day dreams of
Fluffy white clouds manifesting themselves
Into vanilla ice cream cone with chocolate
Chips and drizzles of chocolate on
Gram cracker cones. With a awesome
Way to spend a summer's day.
They could manifest themselves
Into nightmares which could
Challenge Rod's sterling "Twilight
Zone or the world of Stephan King!
Alfred Hitchcock could terrify
You every time your telephone
Ringed and you hear his quiet
And British voice saying "Good
Evening."
Those are some of the programs I
Watched during the bygone and
Loss of my tender years. I
Did not appreciate either
My day or night mares.
The are all victims of over active
Horrible imaginations. Which
Unleashed a plague upon the
Nations of the world.
Other creative writers also are
Blessed with over active
Imaginations. And they create
The wonderful and magical
World existing only in the
Realm of fantasy fiction!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 10, 2020
(Answer to Claude McKay I shall return)
YOU shall not come again
You won’t come back
You shall not turn up, you shan’t
To chuckle and care for the ones you want to see
To wristwatch with wonder surprised eyes
For the dozy noontime shall be shadowy,
And you shall not see the way
The forest fires shall have eased off
And there shall be mere darkness, grey
Grey smoke drifting stagnantly
To the blackened grey sky without limit
You won’t reach your destination
Where many streams loiter without flowing
As huge boulders in it are embedded
Your dreams shall be unrealized
From afar ere you arrive
You shall hear the fiddle and fife
Of the village of your destination,
Eliding desponding delicious tunes
That stir to life the secreted depth of native life
Of a life of depression, nullity of life
Dull melodies of primitive, smart tunes that
Shall make you moan, this weak and vicious melodies
You shall not return, you shall not return
The pain in your heart, the soreness in your soul
Cannot be alleviated, you shall expire
Before you return your dreams unrealized
You shall not return again
J-ust say a little prayer
O-f praise and gratitude;
A-sk the Lord to accept
N-othing but your humble attitude.
N-ightly and daily call on God, glorify Him at dawn;
E-ven during noontime, worship Him all alone.
D-ay twenty-three in June
E-arnestly say a little prayer;
L-et your heart be thankful
A-bout the good health ever.
C-ome and say a little prayer,
R-eturn to God all the glory;
U-se the few chosen words,
Z-ealously please the Almighty.
M-eet Him and say a prayer
O-f faith, hope and love;
I-mplore the Lord to pour
S-o much grace from above.
E-ntreat the Father Almighty to make you even stronger;
S-ome good things will come, just say a little prayer.
She stood, staff in hand ...
Staring down at the man kneeling before her
Strands of her hair danced on the breeze like a stallion's tail
Cinnamon skin, a stunning contrast to her brilliant white riding robes
Sandals strapped in crisscross up to her knees
Toes and fingers painted to match the jewel to be given her
And a wide purple sash, marked with her family crest
A crest that many of her kin had died protecting
This ... was her moment, true
A moment she had been preparing for her entire life
Tireless hours and countless trials endured
Spent in the grooming and educational endeavors
A lifetime of the artistic, physical, and intellectual disciplines required
The extraordinary skills needed to lead a country
And she had taken it as seriously as any that had come before
It was her way ... to be the best, at everything
Now, that conviction to excellence had brought her here
And due to her father's untimely passing, much sooner than expected.
His prayer done, the priest looked up for her winking approval, then stood
Holding the simple crown in both hands, he tenderly placed it
A single wide, plain gold band, with one large Tanzanite pear, dangling
The exquisite violet-blue gem, dancing on her forehead
Shimmering like the Merelani Hills, in the bright noontime sun
The shining, resplendent symbol to all the land
Of the binding promise she thus made
To be an oasis of prosperity, benevolence, and peace for all
The fierce but compassionate ruler of the desert sands
River unto her people ...
Queen ... of the Sahara.
(The Merelani Hills are near the very small area of Tanzania where Tanzanite is found ... it has never been discovered anywhere else, and in a mining area only 7 km long and 2 km wide).
Out where the blooming path comes to an end,
Along with wildflowers and Queen Anne's Lace,
A white sandy beach is waiting in the sunshine,
With a house so inviting at the day's primetime.
Seagulls are swooping and diving so endlessly,
Like the turquoise waves that come crashing in,
Before rushing back out to wild fathomless sea!
At the end of the beginning of gold midmorning,
It is noontime in the silent house of the sun.
Red butterflies are flittering on a soft breeze,
And the bees have begun their quest for honey.
Blooms yellow orange and red sit upon the porch,
As if somehow lit up, by the sun's flaming torch!