May Haiku


A long list

 

of side effects . . .

 

winter rain

 

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autumn martyr in the first draft

 

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Haiku of Kyoshi Takahama


willingly bitten

by an autumn mosquito

of Yakumo’s old house

 

the lighthouse is low,

prominent is the sound of

the foghorn.

 

a morning glory

reflected,

a tropical fish submerging

 

pathetic!

on the wayside,

a tomb of ’awa’ pilgrim

 

the spring

of the country where

sparrows also fear no people

 

under the moon,

walking in a disguising costume

as a certain person.

 

Kyoshi Takahama 高浜 虚子 1874 to 1959 was a haiku poet during the Showa period. Masaoka Shiki, his mentor, gave Kyoshi his pen name. He studied Edo period Japanese literature and worked for a literary magazine called Nihonjin. Kyoshi was known to experiment with irregular numbers of syllables. In 1898 he managed the haiku magazine called Hototogisu which Shiki previously managed.

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nothing to cling to . . .

 

paper flowers blooming

 

in a glass of water

Jin Wada, Akita City

 

memories of water toy

 

made of celluloid and tinplate

 

floating up

Toshiko Wada,Suginami Ward

 

cicada shell—

 

the departed soldier’s

 

Sunday best

Satoru Koshikawa,Isumi County

 

Shiki’s memorial day—

 

hating English

 

loving baseball

Kyôko Shimizu,Nagoya City

 

dimmed by mist—

 

the waterfall hasn’t shown

 

its full height yet

Junko Sakai,Suginami Ward

 

how thin and clear

 

over the Himalayas . . .

 

winter moon

Kazuhiro Kitazawa,Shibuya Ward

 

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Haiku from Zoe Savina


Rain like guit

you always avoid it

with an umbrella

 

something like ships

in meandering rains

…my endurance

 

The horses calmed down

as did the turf

…room for silence

 

grass and water

the one inside the other

like you and me

 

Zoe Savina is a haiku poet born in Athens, Greece. She won many prizes and appeared in many poetry journals, anthologies, and other print media. Zoe is a member of the National Association of Greek Writers and founding member of the Coordinating Center of Hellenism. Some of Zoe’s publications include: Nuances (1979), Townships (1981), Know What I’ve Got For You (1992), The Archon of the Crypt (1994), and The Vehicle I Want (1995).

Haiku by Matsuo Basho


Early autumn –

Rice field, ocean,

One green.

 

Birth of art –

song of rice planters,

chorus from nowhere.

 

Travel weary,

I seek lodging –

ah, wisteria.

 

Not one traveler

braves this road –

autumn night.

 

Journey’s end —

still alive, this

autumn evening.

 

Firefly–viewing

drunken steersman,

drunken boat.

 

Matsuo Basho is one of my favorite haiku poets because his poems are well written, witty, humorous, and honest.

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Haiku of Orlando Gonzalez Esteva


No-one speaks alone

not even silence

a house for everyone

 

Over the guitar

vine leaf

the hand falls

 

Even in Cuba

if the birds sings

I long for Cuba

 

I have no feet

only hands that touch

the sphere

 

No swell of the ocean

if it’s not between one grain

of salt and another

 

Night weighs

like the dot on the lives

of some letters

 

Orlando Gonzalez Esteva is a haiku poet born in Palma Soriano, Cuba but currently living in Miami. He published poems and essays in United States, Mexico, and Spain. His works have been praised by Mexican Poet Octavio Paz. Gonzalez translated a Spanish version of haiku master Kobayashi Issa and is working on versions of Basho, Buson, and Shiki.

Haiku of Agim Vinca


PARADOX

I spoke, they said: quiet!
I kept quiet, they said: speak!
speak/quiet, quiet/speak my life.

EXILE

I wander around the world.
friendless, jobless.
less and less of me.

BIRDS

the only passengers
passing the border
without passports.

ROADS

roads are not measured by miles.
roads are not measured by kilometers.
roads are measured by the heart.

GODS

it,s easy to believe in God.
in Man difficult.
Oh God!

POET IN PRISON

it,s all in vain.
here is my shadow.
I am beyond the shutters.

FREEDOM

earth, water, sun, air
what is freedom waiting for?
to be brought tied up in blood chains?!

Agim Vinca was born in Veleshta in Macedonia and is a poetry critic and poet. He freely speaks his mind and is honest about social issues and concerns. He studied Albanian language and literature from the University of Prishtina and taught contemporary literature until expelled by the Serbian military. He currently teaches literature in Prishtina in Kosovo.