#cherryblossoms
no more cherry blooms
but now hens and chicks tell me
time never slows down
#lotus #tanka
from mud the lotus
rises to meet air and sun
its blossom follows
the path the lotus has honed
in wisdom showing the way
#ginseng
another year older
memories molder~
buying ginseng tea
#pagoda #cinquain
ancient
the pagoda
keeps its place within time
and cherry blossoms unchanging
it sits
#bonsai
how many generations
have cared for you
now shall I
#geisha
moon light shadows
and the rustle of silk
geisha
# samurai
daughter of the samurai*
your story still carries to us
in the song of the wind
*The daughter of the samurai Jo no Sukemori, Hangaku Gozen raised an army in 1201 to help overthrow the Kamakura Shogunate, but was defeated and sent to Kamakura for execution. The Minamoto warrior Asari Yoo saved her life and married her.
Fate has snatched you away from me,
Why does it feel this way?
Whenever I see you,
Holding hands with someone else.
You were never mine,
Nor could you ever be,
Then why, foolish heart,
Can't you stop crying?
I see the moon every night,
But I can't make it mine,
In the same way, I see you every day,
But I can't make you mine.
In the rain, your soaked hair,
Every drop falling from your lips,
Your body shivering from the cold,
I wish I could shield you from the rain,
But I don't have that right.
I always stayed far away,
Could never come close,
To spend a few moments of love with you,
Remained just a dream.
~True beauty 2020 (Park Yoo-na)
Yoo--Hoo, ain't your time to play Pick-That-Guy,
You knew, thank your lucky stars, my oh, my,
No request, not even ask,
Careless, though just curious,
Masked male couple picked well, was mine, he's Thai.
.
auspicious though i
hern during the day lock's my
at night judge janean
*remember friendz; pronounced:
sen-re(u)
sen-ree-yoo
*janean; Hebrew name mean'n:
God is gracious ;)
“Yoo hoo,” says Wilma Wind, the gal always waving
a friendly hand, though there is no saving
you if you get on her bad side, ‘If mama ain’t
happy, ain’t no one happy,’ she’s not a saint.
She’ll play with your hair, tickle your neck,
but can also lift you off the ground - what the heck!
Her queen bees, thunder, lightning and hail,
will completely destroy you - make you sail
into next week. Her twin, Zephyr Zippity-doo-dah,
offers a reprieve, gentle without any hoopla.
Choose respectfully. Don’t oversmile at the sun.
Fly a kite on her good days. She won’t be outdone.
I saved this hen for myself the little girl said
Skipping out of the field with a fowl so red.
The fowl loved her, and she loved her too.
She skipped and galloped with a yoo hoo hoo.
Her parents were startled she wanted this pet.
At least it’s not a dragon said her Cousin Shet.
Or a male peacock said her Uncle Slim.
There are no more arrogant birds than the likes of them.
Yoo-hoo!
yes I’m here
unaware
Where are you,
I’m somewhere too,
Peekaboo!
Who said that
I don’t know
It’s dark
everywhere,
Well that’s true
So you’re elsewhere
out of view,
I guess so
Yoo-hoo!
Stop that
It’s not me
me neither
I have no clue
We could be
anywhere
or nowhere,
or see through
Peekaboo!
Oh shoo!
Not for contest
Purple hellion heard them coming, so he was quiet as he ate.
He could tell by their chatter, they were outside his caveman gate.
He stopped slurping his Thanksgiving feast, listening for their feet.
Sammy said, “I will check and see if PH is ready to greet”.
Sammy, a green unicorn always finds good in everyone.
Best of all, he laughs at Purple’s jokes, and they have lots of fun.
But who is the interloper? Hellion listened, without sound.
“Yoo hoo!” called Sammy. “Is there a dragon anywhere around?”
I will not share my feast! PH thought, angry at company.
I brought someone to visit you, Sammy said. Do you have blue tea?
Mama! Purple yelled out, so glad to see his Mom. What a great surprise!
She was carrying two baskets full of his favorite meat pies!
They generously invited Sammy to partake in feast and stay.
But Sammy said “It’s Unicorn fast week,” so I cannot today.
Thank you for showing me the town, and showing me the way.
Purple Hellion was hoping his mama could stay a week and play.
Ènìyàn n'sáré àtilà sùgbón, kìràkìtà ò dolà.
Omo adáríhurun n'sebí elédùà sùgbón, Oba òkè dáké.
Mákànjúolá òré èmi.
Ohun tí ò tó léèní yoo sékù lóla.
Ojúlópésí, ìyókù d'owó adániwáyé.
Sa ipáàre sùgbón má Sàáré àsápajúdé
Ànfàní ni'lé ayé jé, a ósì bi é bí o se ti lò.
Àkosílè èdá kii tàsé, orí eni ló'ndire.
Má gbèrò kii tenì kejì bàjé, sebí oti mo.
Ìgbìnyànjú re, Olórun mò si
Bópé bóyá, ìyókù yoo dèrò.
Mádùúró, Márèwèsì, Ìyókù d'owó eledùà
Adébésin Olátúnbòsún
Auma,
Auma you know you're dear to many,
Auma you are intriguing,
Auma you are a gem.
Auma you didn't rich this far to reach this far,
Auma roll up your sleeves,
Auma the work needs to be done.
Auma let no laziness consume thee,
Like the lazy Kimani of the old,
Auma I know it's tough, but you can do it Auma.
Auma many are looking up to you,
Auma yoo! Stride like a Queen bee,
You hold the peace of many.
Auma we want to see you progress,
Auma we want to see you morph into a career woman, good mother, and an excellent wife,
Auma yours is a path that must be taken.
Auma the world is yours for the taking,
Auma look up up up!
Auma yoo!
Auma yoo!
High ho! High ho! What a wonderful beautiful day
The birds are tweeting, squirrels are chittering.
The sky is glistening with faeries and poppers
Streams of happy sunlight beams disarm faeries
Compelling monarchs to light on my marigolds.
Nothing can take my fire; I am ready to write THE poem.
I have a new purple notebook and smooth roller ball pen.
“YOO HOO!” Oh, man!
Mrs. McGilly has something to say.
Could be an all-day thing.
I pretend I cannot hear her, until we are touching noses.
What are you doing?
Writing.
I write!
You do?
She runs home for her baby books to prove it.
Returns with two friends. They have brought a little picnic.
You shouldn’t have! There are two sentences on the page.
They were not brilliant, instead hurried.
I try to escape into my house where I maybe could write something.
But my sons-in-law drop by looking for an apple pie or a cheesecake.
So I feel compelled to make them.
By three p.m. I am sitting on the toilet with my notebook
rapidly writing down two more sentences.
“Hey, Mom!” are you okay in there?
My three daughters have come for supper bringing my six grandchildren.
Maybe tomorrow I think.
I am drunk, stoned, woozy and tipsy
Drinking beer, brandy and whiskey,
Swinging with abandon like a gipsy.
Kinda crazy, sozzled but hella merry…
Ha, Mary, kiss me! And Yo Sherry,
Your luscious lips, red as a ripe cherry…
Yoo-hoo, life could be a ding-a-derry.
The unsavory past is but long forgotten
Life’s more fun now and not at all rotten
The hurt is bearable and the pain lessen
Since flirting with this devious devil often
Brings me bliss and heartaches soften.
Like little children laugh, dance and sing
All summer, winter, autumn and spring,
With a passionate heart I bid you to bring
lots of hugs, kisses and joyful yodeling.
~A Brian Strand contest.
Contest: Addiction
Sponsor: Rob Levasseur
A ghost leaps out and shouts boo
Then was hit with a bowl of to-fu
He flew through the air
On a whim and a dare
He landed then called out yoo-hoo
It is used in a figural speech
It is used as a carrier object
It is used as a storage system
It is used as a everyday accessory
Gosh, you have to love it
Different colours, choose your desire
Different makes, choose your category
Different brands, there are so many
Different shapes, choose your level
Distinguish your individualism
It is a need, not a want
It is useful and optional
It blends with the entire
It so flexible
Yoo, it compliments you
"I saw some road kill on my way over," she said.
She had a horse laugh. "Just a dumb raccoon," she added.
I leapt over the sink and slapped her, hard.
Leaving my entire hand print on her cheek in pink.
Her prissy stuck-up lady face looked stunned.
She stood up, and ran off without any more incessant yapping.
My husband walked out of his man-cave just in time to
see her running flat out past the picture window, clutching her purse.
"Playing with the new neighbor?" He guessed.
I glared at him.
"The woman pushed her way in with a 'yoo hoo', She was not invited."
"She doesn't share your love for animals?" he guessed.
Oscar Opossum pushes open the cupboard doors under the sink, wanders out and chomps noisily from the dog bowl.
Sophie, our most spoiled cocker spaniel growls.
Reggie Raccoon runs over and slaps Sophie.
"Look what you are teaching them!"
My husband says to me, horrified.
"Reggie is a raccoon," I inform him. "She TAUGHT slapping to me!"
I doubt this nosy neighbor will be back,
Which is a perk because I truly and deeply
Like my woodland creatures much more than pushy humans.
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