Senryu Poems


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

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Haiku from Akita


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


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

Fall Haiku


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

 

Haiku of Nobuko Katsura


the first day in spring –

a wind from the ocean

but no ocean in sight

 

wild geese –

between their cries, a slice

of silence

 

Christmas –

this sadness of being a wife

when did I first feel it?

 

wake up

in cherry blossom

white midday

 

the woman at high noon

untiringly watches

a distant fire

Nobuko Katsura was born Noboko Niwa in Osaka in 1914. She learned haiku from poet Sojo Hino, editor of the ‘Kikan’ (The flagship). Afterwards she founded the Marumero (Quince) haiku group with Kenkichi Kusumoto. During WWII, as planes bombed her house, she gathered her haiku works and fled the fire. Nobuko often wrote haiku about women and their everyday lives. She was a former editor of the Modern Haiku Association of Japan.

 

Take What You Need, Leave the Rest Be


There is nothing placed on this Earth that deserves to be destroyed or wasted for human

convenience. To destroy tree and leave them unused simply because they blocked the view

of a garden, or to kill animals only for their fur, is not a rightful way to share the world with

another. To waste and discard something due to your own selfishness is an act that goes

against the Creator, and strays you from the Red Road.

 

Now tell me one little thing if thou has any sense:

Which of these two is the wisest and happiest – he who labours without ceasing and only

obtains, and that with great trouble, enough to live on, or he who rests in comfort and finds

all he needs in the pleasure of hunting and fishing?

– Gaspesian Chief

 

365 Days of Walking the Red Road

Terri Jean

Chiyo-ni (1703 – 1775


Chiyo-ni writings were influenced by Matsuo Basho. “One with nature” is Chiyo-ni style and she was immersed with it.

 

ah butterfly–


what are you dreaming


working your wings?

 

a single spider’s thread

 

ties the duckweed

 

to the shore

 

hands drop

 

all things on the ground – the clear water

 

on the road

 

today’s rain


the seed for clear water

 

when dropped


it is only water–rouge flower dew

 

Courtesy of Patricia Donegan and Simply Haiku