Nature Tanka Poems

Colors of the Wind

pause to hear a storm
listen to its vast noises
admire its voices
winds that blew in infamy
crackled as romantic fires

state huts wade through muck
spiders and newborns pancaked
trouble

GETTING READY IN NATURE

GETTING READY IN NATURE

Lions shaking all off…
Elephants self showering…
Snakes changing their skins…
Human nature needs cleaning…
Time to wipe out injustice…

Bitter truths for tiny forks

food fit for palaces
prepared with expert chef's care —
served to a small child
gets an instant revulsion
they're so brutally honest

nature hard-wired tongues
to guard against bitter greens
which

Nature of the Beast

The beast bites the hand
taught to feed and stroke its mane
the wild creed and lash
can't be tamed chained nor retrained
hunger defeats any pause

each person harbors
a

- A Mecca -

STILLNESS

STILLNESS*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In stillness they stand,
deep roots sip from ancient streams,
time's hands slip away.
Branches weave through endless skies,
the heart learns to stretch and breathe.

*Note:Poem originally written for

IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES

IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES  PS
(A Palming Allegorical Rendering)

With elephant ears,
And the keenness of giraffes,
Let’s become as owls:
Divine wisdom and guidance,
Eagle-winging us justice:-

In our life’s

IN THE CULTIVATION OF LIBERTY

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

Flow Casual

A swirl of color,
that spoon's stirring casual.
Tidal rotation,
moon drunk on a tie-dyed sky.
Easygoing, just flow slow.

TEXAS FLOODING WARS

TEXAS FLOODING WARS
(Apropos Of A Lesson Of Nature)

The flood waters came,
leaving lost lives washed away;
eyes flooded with tears:
Nature herself, warring with
collateral disaster:-

So many children
won’t be

Rainstorms

Wildflowers be wild,
wet with whimsical wonder.
Relentless rainstorms
revel in naive riches 
nurturing and rebellious.

Chanting Spring

Sweet snowdrop bells ring!
The violets are coming
Days are chanting spring.
Crimson camelias call
from dreams near the garden wall.

Gold sun fields await
rich tulips of tomorrow!
Lily's never late.
Then

- Keep The Secret -

THE ULTIMATE NATURE OF WAR

THE ULTIMATE NATURE OF WAR

Sown love reaps world peace,
While sown hate will reap world war:
Power its sower:-
Sharers of love will sow peace:
Profiteers of war, sow

Juneberries

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                    Juneberries

sweetish