III.OWN COMPOSITION

HAIKU POEM

We carry in weight                                                   

 the same heavy load but mine                                   

superior than yours.                                                    .

He peeks and sees the                                              

 star crash into the well!                                         

what a wonderful.                                                 

It was a fine day                                                    

and the sun was                                                           

shining gloriously.                                                       

The bridge swayed

like a spider

web in the wind.

Always look up

never stop, a star up

there will set things.

An old silent pond...

A frog jumps into the pond,

splash! Silence again.

Autumn moonlight—

a worm digs silently

into the chestnut.

Lightning flash—

what I thought were faces

are plumes of pampas grass.

A summer river being crossed

how pleasing

with sandals in my hands!

Light of the moon

Moves west, flowers' shadows

Creep eastward.

In the moonlight,

The color and scent of the wisteria

Seems far away.

O snail

Climb Mount Fuji,

But slowly, slowly!

Trusting the Buddha, good and bad,

I bid farewell

To the departing year.

Everything I touch

with tenderness, alas,

pricks like a bramble.

Over the wintry

forest, winds howl in  rage

with no leaves to blow.

The crow has flown away:

swaying in the evening sun,

a leafless tree.  

In the coolness

of the empty sixth-month sky...

the cuckoo’s cry. - Masaoka Shiki

Whitecaps on the bay:

A broken signboard banging

In the April wind. - Richard Wright

Lily:

out of the water

out of itself - Nick Virgilio

ground squirrel

balancing its tomato

on the garden fence - Don Eulert

As the wind does blow

Across the trees, I see the

Buds blooming in May

I walk across sand

And find myself blistering

In the hot, hot heat

Falling to the ground,

I watch a leaf settle down

In a bed of brown.

It’s cold—and I wait

For someone to shelter me

And take me from here.

I hear crackling

Crunch, of today’s new found day

And know it won’t last

Falling to the ground,

I watch a leaf settle down

In a bed of brown.

A cricket disturbed

the sleeping child; on the porch

a man smoked and smiled.

I'm turning over

look out and give me room there

you cricket, you. 

As the wind does blow

Across the trees, I see the

Buds blooming in May          

I walk across sand 

And find myself blistering

In the hot, hot heat

Falling to the ground,

I watch a leaf settle down

In a bed of brown.

It’s cold—and I wait 

For someone to shelter me

And take me from here.

I hear crackling

Crunch, of today’s new found day

And know it won’t last

Whispering to her--
the spotted fawn
eyes the outstretched water lily.

Sick on a journey-
Over parched fields
Dreams wander on. 

You rice-field maidens!
The only things not muddy
Are the songs you sing.

The butterflies dance
Brilliant colors of rainbows
Rippling like water.

Earth whirls a chorus.
Fluttering fair women talk.
Winter sways gifts.

Warm sun glinting,
thousands
of unexpected pools.

Willow leaves fallen
clear waters dried up stones
one place and another.

Pausing
halfway up the stair--
white chrysanthemums

I want to sleep
Swat the flies
Softly, please.

The teacher's drawer
has a frog in it
the class very quiet.

Red tricycles trip.
Goofy tinkles blancmanges.
The noses giggle.

You're always typing.
Well, let's see you ignore my
sitting on your hands.

My life is Jello
Sitting and waiting in the bowl
Patiently to gel.

Cherry, apple, rose,
blossoms in countless colors--
each one of them pink.

Green and speckled legs,
Hop on logs and lily pads
Splash in cool water.

In a pouch I grow,
On a southern continent --
Strange creatures I know.