Tanka. Poems - Poems about Tanka.

OF FOOD AND WARRING (A TANKA QUIENTET) Juxtaposed bombs fall… Food’s down, starvation rising… Death…collateral… Thus, war’s new reaping of death: Food uprooted and destroyed:- Food’s an enemy, Seeking to eat, deadly: Starvation killing:- Thus, be war’s new strategy: Piled skin covered skeletons:- Ironically, All this is merely Breaking News! War’s politicking: Pontificating power; Not nourishing peace and love:- May these fruitful thoughts Excite your hunger for peace And its divine love:- Not...

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bright-lit Lughnasadh hails grain crops at the ready Lugh and Danu join in harvest celebration gratitude is genuine...

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Excess is as feast ~ a carefree leap past limits makes the party soar over that's nice enough bar to show what a full thrill brings...

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moonlight turns raindrops into snow globes on windows reflections of us late night driving in the rain drowsy eyes drop into sleep window cracked, white noise lights flickering through the rain my eyes flutter closed...

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a crack lets light in so squinting with eyes half-closed highlights kintsugi ~ showing the view beholden kowtow is so beautiful...

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UP IN SMOKE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ whispers on the rails, a lone train fades into dusk— memories depart, echoes of laughter linger, in the smoke, dreams drift away. *Note: This poem was originally published at Writer Monk in July 2025. It is my original poem ...

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BUOYANCY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A boat drifts softly, hull like a feathered whisper, tracing sky and sea. In its wake, a gentle sigh—clarity in the vast blue. Buoyant, I drift free, the weight of time slips away. Crystal waters gleam. My thoughts thoughts dart like fish in the deep. The boat softly sways. Joy, a vessel on this sea, carries me onward. I sail...

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trust your gut, to know it growls for truth, loud and strong it's n'er found wanting, or that's how the saying goes - but skip fungal feasts of mold...

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a sharp two-edge blade cuts too quick for pound of flesh- sly parry of wit leaves assailant floundering for razor sharp comeback slice...

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use a tuning fork when facing a dilemma for the two prong shape provides two preset options for keeping progress in tune...

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binary self-will I could never quite do it leaving escape clause in analogue equation go with 1, just once, all-in...

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so amazing twin what about the twinning trees!? not only twin trees yet, eight hundreds years old age they are in South Korea ...

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Georgia peach dusk beyond blue and cloudy skies a bodacious kiss won with a Southern accent a drawl that draws one's eyes up...

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can't re-assemble what the forgotten has lost for to re-member, memories you must firstly dis-member them carefully...

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IN THE CULTIVATION OF LIBERTY Let’s cultivate hope; germinating will power, nourishing courage:- Like mowed down green grass, let’s keep regerminating:- Fruits of courage reaped, let’s sow liberation seeds, awaiting her fruits: Liberty’s fruits being reaped, let us nourish endurance:- ...

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