Short Cranes Poems
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Silk flows like a song
The painted cranes of Huizong
Made art his life long
By Robb A. Kopp
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under maple leaves,
autumn whispers to the stream—
crimson shadows fall
a lone crane bends to the light
graceful in the fading glow
On the wings of cranes
Hope travels - in search of warmth ;
And Departed Soul
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
Broken promise wounds
Sting with ease of negligence
Weak and frail I plead
From the ground where you left me
Forsaking cranes fly above
Old Chinese paintings
on sanded paper veneers
depicting swift flight
of a thousand long necked cranes
still trapped, just piercing the sky.
ragtag rainbows rush -
sun and rainstorm mingling -
white crane fantasies
January 23, 2020
A Nature Themed Haiku with Color Poetry Contest
grassy Aerodrome
landing white cranes flap wings
with fishes take off
Über den Herbstfeldern
Der Flügelschlag der Kraniche
Wie Windgesang
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Over autmn fields
A flock of cranes' beat of wings
Like songs in the wind
told me an old man
Do you see our weaknesses?
I am you
I am me in another day
do not talk with me about hunger
do not cross the line
because between our lips is our bodies
that burned in the streets.
Time folds inwards,
like paper cranes in cosmic flight.
Time folds inwards—
a twist of clocks in glass-bound wards,
its orbit skewed by quantum might.
We dream in loops by neon light—
Time folds inwards.
Folds of paper edges in shape
delicate tales of intricate drape
thousand beautiful Origami cranes
holding hearts in wedlock chains
a crescent moon, no lines or creases
crumpled papers ...in bits and pieces
where the hell
do they come from?
and where do they go
after the work is finished?
I still wait for the day
when they will rise
from landscape grounds
and form the lifeless woods
for humanity
to realize
woeful wanting world wages war,
wait, woodland wakens, wondrous wind instruments,
wafting whimsically,
wood nymphs waltz,
whooping cranes whish wherever,
woodpeckers woolgathering,
woebegone withers,
worldwide peace
WINTER LOVE
You were a ghost among brown leaves;
I followed you
through troughs driven by the wind–
you were a ghost,
and as you passed, the flowers
died by the roadside, the willows ceased,
and the cranes in the brake
cried once and rose.
and on that day of sun
the leaves of the chestnut
like arms are shielding
from
sunlight’s glow
and I see through the dream
like through mirrors
the garden with boats
cranes
and
tones
far steps of the sea
and beauty
that is killing me
Paper cranes sway in the breeze
Each celebrating the day
The summerhouse is peaceful
Origami birds flying
The October sky
spreads rose petals all over-
for you and I
The autumnal love
pervades the ambience with
crooning of the cranes
Sudden rain cools off-
the nature is in pink with
chirping of the birds
(c) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
25/08/2015
your melody sang in me
the mystic timing arose
night time air sending chills
beneath me the nightingales
danced a mild manner ballot
as the cranes bowed their heads
moving me despite the quiet rain
the daunting task the calming pain
Mrs Yolanda Nicholsen
The autumn has come from fogs.
She lowered on a white cloud,
but has waved a scarf of red.
The flock of cranes flew up and away.
Autumn smiled.
The forests sparkle with gold,
Autumn rocked her shoulders,
And leaves scattered with a crunch
Along the ground - gold carpets!
A Florida man went to the park,
did martial arts there after dark.
His wax more off than on,
he karate-kicked swans
and yelled at the cranes on a lark.
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Actual headline: "Florida Man Arrested in Local Park for 'Practicing Karate' on Swans"
Found hanging in her cell
from a noose made of teeth
and hair and bone
Blood red wine drips
from veins down arms
loving arteries give forth
Rusty bridge hangs in mist
creaking with weight of time
eyelids closed, sublime
Cranes etch their outline
on the greyest horizon
strong and fatherly still
Particular smell of autumnal season
Wind brings from under the dark leaves
White cranes and other migrator fill the fields
And yellow sparrows follow the shepherds
Some trees have begun to take off their green clothes
The sky is covered with autumn clouds
Goodbye summer, see you after nine months
Pterodactyls in my living room?
or ordinary cranes? I love their colorful language
Some might not see them
But luckily I do
Surely the non-seers can hear them though.
The squawking continues
getting louder every second
I am okay with that and others do not seem to hear anyway
Having dog ears is a gift of the few
Lay out your struggles
Take what aves you and fold it in half
The corner, your anger, going from center out again
All you sadness and despair shown light with every shifting angle
Keep going-
Even if it tears,
Keep going
Then, with one swift movement
throw your troubles to the wind
Release your problems like paper cranes
Quietly toasting my skin in early morning sun
Sounds of Malta ringing in my ears
Hearts beating rhythmically within
Like engines revving
Cranes swinging
And stones dropping into place
Six storeys high
Birds wings heard fluttering around, trilling quietly
As noon brings peace, and noise withdraws
And people rest in the siesta.