Haiku of Pepa Kondova


Pepa Kondova was born in Gabrovo, Bulgaria and has an inviting haiku style. She has been a member of the Bulgarian Haiku Club and World Haiku Association (WHA) member. Pepa has been published in Bulgaria, Europe, and World Haiku anthologies.

 

The human soul:

An innermost book.

Unread it remains

 

A piece of happiness

With a scent of bread

Coming and passing away

 

The native home

I see in my dreams

In my longing – the seas

 

Sunbeams:

heavenly swings –

a summer festival

 

Bare trees,

Lonely wanderer:

Drifted silence

 

On a bicycle

the sun is chasing

the summer day.

 

White pigeons

on a white square.

Light is everywhere.

Wit and Wisdom


You can learn a lot from Indians. They say you must never disagree with a man while you are facing him. Go around behind him and look at the same way they do; look over his shoulder and get his viewpoint, then go back and face him, and you will have a different idea.

It’s great to be great, but it’s greater to be human.

Whether your parents are good or bad, that’s not your business, but stick with ’em when they in trouble.

No man is great if he think he is.

Liberty don’t work as good in practice as it does in speeches.

A fool that knows he is a fool, is one that knows he don’t know all about anything. But the fool that don’t know he is a fool, is the one that think she knows all about anything.

A remark generally hurts in proportion to it’s truth

By Will Rogers

Philosopher/comedian (half Cherokee)

Courtesy of Native American Wisdom Jacobs and Gidley

Sho Otaka 日本語


                                                             

Ten takaku kibisu wo kaesu tonbi kana

The black kite flying high up

in the autumn sky suddenly turns back

Araboshi no hitotsu wo erabi kudakiori

Crush a dazzling star

selected from the winter sky

Ai iro ni tsuzureba tuzuru hodo suzushi

Spell, spell, and spell in indigo ink

With the cool , fulfilled feeling

Ryouyoku ha ko wo aishi tsutsu taka wataru

With both wings holding on to one’s loneliness

he hawk flies across the ocean

Mushi no ne ni waga tenmei wo matsu kotomo

Waiting for a calling

among an orchestra of autumn insects

Sho Otaka 日本語 is a modern haiku poet. She was taught haiku by her mother when she was 13 years old. Sho published her haiku collection when she was 18 years old. Her vocation is teaching haiku-writing workshops in Japan and worldwide. Sho is a member of The Japan P.E.N. Club, The Association of Haiku Poets, The Haiku International Association, and haiku group AIBANA

http://www.shootaka.jp.

The Tree of Life


The tree of life represent all that is life, encompassing all that exists upon the planet. When we walk the Red Road, our journey ends under the protection of this Tree. It causes the rhythm of the world to continue year after year, and with each cycle, fruit nourishes those who stand under her boughs. The roots dig deep into history. Those dedicated to this energy know the value of all beings, tend to Mother Earth, and live a honorable life in honor of the spirit of the ancient Tree.

The white man is too far removed from America’s formative processes. The roots of his tree of life have not yet grasped the rock and soil . . . . But for the Indian, the spirit of the land is still vested . . . When the Indian has forgotten the music of his forefathers, when the sound of the tom-tom is no more, when the memory of his heroes is not longer told in story . . . he will be dead.

Luther Standing Bear

Oglala Sioux Chief, 1905 to 1939

Courtesy of 365 Days of Walking the Red Road by Terri Jean

Who Killed McDuffie? A definitive question


Jamala Rogers performed this powerful poem since the 1980s, always wondering about the author. She would update the names with the latest police murder. Sadly, there was a never ending roll call of black children, women, and men that made the poem ever relevant and timely. After the Trayvon Martin murder and changing the names and cities yet again, she finally found him on Facebook.

Harold Lee Rush aka Hakim Al-Jamil is a creative artist who has used his talents in theater and spoken word to raise the consciousness of his community. You can hear him dropping knowledge on “Live with Harold Rush” at Chicago’s 893FM WKKC radio.

http://www.haroldleerush.com/

https://www.facebook.com/events/1508495839167809/

Who Killed McDuffie?

A definitive question

By Hakim Al-Jamil

his brain was crashed

cranium crashed

skull fractured/broken

all the way around

but they said those who beat him

didn’t kill him

so who killed mcduffie?

maybe it was the same ones that didn’t kill

clifford glover/randy heath/jay parker

claude reese/randy evans/luis baez

arturo reyes/bonita carter/eula love

elizabeth magnum/arthur miller

and countless others

when there fingers slipped or

they musta tripped

maybe it was the same ones

who didn’t kill

jose torres/zayd shakur/fred and carl hampton

jonathon jackson and george jackson/ joe dell

twyman myers/spurgeon winters

and a few hundred others

perhaps it was those who didn’t kill

lumumba/che/amilcar/biko/fanon

mondlane/marighella/cordero

and quite a few thousands more

do you suppose it may have been those

who didn’t kill

the indians and mexicans

who didn’t steal african people

halfway across the planet

who didn’t loot our customs/cultures

religions/languages/labor and land

who didn’t steal a continent

and claim that they discovered it

who didn’t bomb the japanese/

vietnamese and boriqua too

do you think it might have been those

who didn’t kill at

attica/watts/dc

detroit/newark/ el barrios

at jackson state, at southern u

at the algiers motel

who didn’t shoot mark essex for

16 hours after he was dead

ask them and they’ll tell you

what they didn’t do

but they can’t tell you

who killed mcduffie

maybe it was one of those

seizures unexplainable

where he beat himself to death

it wouldn’t be unusual

our history is full of cases where we

attack nightsticks with our heads

choke billyclubs with our throats

till we die/

jump in front of bullets with our backs/

throw our selves into rivers

with our hands and feet bound/

hang ourselves into rivers

with our hands and feet bound/

hang ourselves on trees/in prison cells

by magic

so it shouldn’t be a mystery

that nobody killed mcduffie

he just died the way

so many of us do

of a disease nobody makes a claim to

the police say they didn’t do it

the majors say they didn’t do it

the judges say they didn’t do it

the government say it didn’t do it

nixon say he didn’t do it

the fbi/ cia/military establishment

say they didn’t do it

xerox/exxon/itt say they didn’t do it

the klan and nazis say they didn’t do it

(say they were busy in greensboro and wrightsville)

I know I didn’t do it

that don’t leave nobody but you

and if you say you didn’t do it

we’re right back where we started

looking for nobody who killed mcduffie

you remember nobody don’t you

like with de facto segregation

where they said the schools were segregated

but nobody did it on purpose

like when they said there’s been

job discrimination for years

but nobody it intentionally

that’s the nobody we’re looking for

the one with the motive

to kill mcduffie

and you see, we MUST find

this nobody who slew mcduffie

because the next person

nobody will beat/stomp/hang or shoot to death

won’t be mcduffie

you should know the reason of

who killed mcduffie

it’ll be you or someone close to you

so for your own safely

you should know the pedigree of

who kill mcduffie

you should know the reason of who

killed mcduffie

you should remember all those forgotten

who died of the disease

nobody

makes a claim to

so we won’t be here asking

who killed you

Courtesy of Jamala Rogers and her book Ferguson is America: Roots of Rebellion

Haiku of Tateo Fukutomi


Tateo Fukutomi was born in Miyazaki Prefecture, Japan and is an accomplished haiku poet. He began to write haiku in 1963 under the teaching of Tohta Kaneko. He worked in America for one year and studied American Culture under Taro Yashima in Los Angeles. Tateo is a member of the Modern Haiku Association. Some of his haiku books include: Straw Hat (1979), The Sound of Waves (1997), Straw Hat: English edition (2000), and “Trail and Error in a Foreign Land” (1974).

Memory of the atomic bomb

every time the wind pulls off my hat

I put it back on

The sky a place of exile

an American Indian engraves the sun

in the valley

A gathering of insects

I have become

a green friend

Having my hair cut

a fertile bird’s eye view

of the countryside

I walk gear-like

in the country of my birth

where cock sorrels grow

Iglulik Proverb


Those who know how to play can easily leap over the adversities of life. And one who know how to sing and laugh never brews mischief.

Iglulik Proverb (Iglulik Inuit)

The people of the Canadian Arctic are called the Inuit (means people) but they were previously called Eskimos. They were the last native people to arrive in North America. The Inuit are from Northern Canada, Alaska, Greenland, and Siberia and are called Canada’s First Peoples.

http://firstpeoplesofcanada.com/fp_groups/fp_inuit1.html