darkenergi — A mysterious form of art that believes in educating, entertaining, and inspiring people
Translated by L.P. Lovee
Onto the dead branch
A crow has flied to settle_
evening in the autumn
withering in the winter_
all in one color
the sound of a wind
awoken by
cracking of the crock
the icy night
showery mists
hiding Mt. Fuji today
amusing!
The spring scenery
almost in order
the moon and ume-blossoms
Have no doubts
the flowers of tide
also the spring of the bay
looks like flowers
under the full moon
a cotton field
Courtesy of Haiku International Association (HIA)
Running Elk Woman (Shawnee & Adopted Lakota)
You think your superior
civilized man, look what
you’ve done to these
precious lands.
We are not but a flea
on our mother’s back.
How much more
before she cracks.
Hear her call us one
and all, for if not
we all will fall.
You’ve taken advantage
of these precious lands
what is to come, is
now at hand.
Courtesy of Indians.org
showery mists
hiding Mt. Fuji today_
amusing!
the Suruga road_
orange blossoms also smell
as the scent of tea
even woodpeckers
do not harm the hut_
summer trees
the summer grasses:
the remains of
warriors’ dreams
the lake_
missing the summer heat,
the soaring peaks of cloud
Bashō composed this haiku after seeing Lake Biwa and Mt. Hiei.
Suma temple_
hearing the unblown fife,
in the dark of trees’ shade
Bashō composed this haiku in reference to “The Tale of the Heike”.
“575 The Haiku of Basho” by L.P. Lovee
Courtesy of Haiku International Association (HIA)
Mother nature is not for us . . . she is part of us and we like everything else that lives and breathes upon her, are her children. Your own direct connection with Mother Earth is to be encouraged daily. Paint her portraits, swim in her waters, tend to her flowers, stroll through her glorious forests, and care for her many children: all plants, all people, and animals.
We must live according to her principles and chose not to pollute her body. The alternative is death to our mother – and death to her children.
The great spirit is our father, but the Earth is our mother. She nourishes us; that which we put in the ground she returns to us, and the healing plants she gives us likewise. If we are wounded, we go our mother and seek to lay the wounded part against her, to be healed.
BEDAGI – (Big Thunder), Wabanaki Algonquin, 1900s
Courtesy of 365 Days of Walking the Red Road: The Native American Path to Leading a Spiritual Life Every Day by Terri Jean
Beauteous
spring breeze…
New Era, Reiwa
the spirit of peace
rippling around the world
Tanka by Rika Inami
Courtesy of Akita International Haiku Network
in Tokyo
walk like running
my advice to brother
two-day-no drink
let the birds
visit me
stop to the rest,
summer calm sea
is in front you,kids
turn that corner
the second semester
will start
Yuji Matsumoto is a haiku poet born in Ehime Prefecture Japan. He is a regular contributor to Itadori Prize and Kaitei Prize and a member of the Modern Haiku Association. Yuji is the chief director of the Ehime Modern Haiku Association of Youth Section,Board member of Matsuyama Haiku Association, and director of the Ehime Haiku Association.
Harder than the
next one is
this life.
Fireworks
variously named
are just smoke.
Sometime anger
makes the face
a work of art.
Courtesy of Senryu Poems of the People by J.C. Brown
deep autumn
no ambivalence any more
a red maple leaf
resting on the bamboo grass
…it may be hard to leave
at midday
a shaft of sunlight in Mato Park
slipping into my timetable
while I wait freewheelingly
sparse ripe persimmons at twigs
float and brighten in air
through
the rising morning sun…
the desolate winter fields
a dazzling memory
everything fading away
as time passes
I look back and sigh
wishing you all the best
Courtesy of Akita International Haiku Network
Respect is given for all beings placed upon the earth by the Creator.
Respect is given to all our elders, who are rich in wisdom.
Respect one’s privacy, thoughts, and wishes.
Respect human siblings by only speaking of their good qualities.
Respect one’s personal space and belongings
Respect another’s spiritual path and do not judge their choices
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, and beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in service of the people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and bow to no one.
— Tecumseh, Shawnee, 1768-1813
From 365 Days of Walking the Red Road: The Native American Path to Leading a Spiritual Life Every Day
Terri Jean
yellow sun–
a baobab tree
on my to do list
–Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo (The Hague)
solstice sunrise
the leaves of a cypress
begin to dance
–Lucy Whitehead (Essex, U.K.)
country music
I dance in the clothes
of my ancestors
–Slobodan Pupovac (Zagreb, Croatia)
Moon festival
whispering to myself
in a foreign language
–Agus Maulana Sunjaya (Indonesia)
Autumn equinox–
a seesaw keeps its balance
unaware in the park
–Teiichi Suzuki (Osaka)
mosquito net–
tonight I hunt for
the stars
–Ana Drobot (Bucharest, Romania)
Courtesy of Asahi Haikuist Network/David McMurray
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