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Post by Ki no Kotori on Jun 10, 2009 5:32:22 GMT -5
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Post by Date Saburou Yukiie on Jun 10, 2009 8:21:02 GMT -5
The teeth now blackened
soft faces powdered whitely
to go moon viewing
Cherry blossoms all but gone
yet lingering for the moon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Jun 10, 2009 8:44:09 GMT -5
She needs no powder
To dazzle a watcher's eye,
Nor garish garments.
The moon reduces me to
A wan child playing "dress up."
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Post by Date Saburou Yukiie on Jun 10, 2009 8:59:42 GMT -5
Bright moon gazing, full,
resplendent in its glory,
can but turn away-
squinting at the lovely one
who sits on that porch, watching
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Jun 10, 2009 22:28:22 GMT -5
Bright moon gazing, full, resplendent in its glory, can but turn away- squinting at the lovely one who sits on that porch, watching Once more, misty clouds Conceal moon and stars alike From her searching gaze. With no more earthly suitor There's no point in sitting up. (I've MISSED you, tomodachi!) |
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Post by Date Saburou Yukiie on Jun 11, 2009 11:09:44 GMT -5
Morning bell tolling
cobblestone clack of geta
dew covered penance...
Will the white rice of day-break
match the glow seen from her face?
(I am still here Dear Lady...still here...missed all younze {Pgh-eze} too!!!)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Jun 11, 2009 21:07:37 GMT -5
Morning bell tolling cobblestone clack of geta dew covered penance... Will the white rice of day-break match the glow seen from her face? (I am still here Dear Lady...still here...missed all younze {Pgh-eze} too!!!) The temple bell lies, Surely time moves more slowly Than fleeting dew! Endless seem the days, waiting For a note, a glance, a word. |
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Post by Please Delete on Jun 12, 2009 8:40:14 GMT -5
Clad in green, he sings,
voice so very resplendent,
before her chambers,
Clad in chestnut, she listens;
Similar, yet different.
Good to see the exchange--and after a couple of birds I saw the other day, I couldn't miss the similarities (though I never saw the other bird's response, of course). Welcome back, tomodachi!
-Ii
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Post by Date Saburou Yukiie on Jun 12, 2009 9:01:48 GMT -5
Notes resonating
In chambers with oaken floors
crisp clean clear silence.
The monks clad in their orange robes
Roshi watching every move
(Come on in - every one join in! And I Do Mean That folks! Welcome!!!)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Jun 12, 2009 13:40:42 GMT -5
Clad in green, he sings, voice so very resplendent, before her chambers, Clad in chestnut, she listens; Similar, yet different. Earthbound, she listens To a mockingbird as he Tries out each new song. If she could fly too, perhaps She might sing as joyously. |
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Post by Please Delete on Jun 13, 2009 9:01:15 GMT -5
Such beautiful songs
wafting out through the courtyard
like wine shared with friends;
Could someone be so uncouth
as to hoard it for themselves?
-Ii
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Post by Date Saburou Yukiie on Jun 14, 2009 15:08:27 GMT -5
Friends sitting together
sounding out their subtle words
eyes closed, composing...
Who's verse will hit the right note?
Stirring all under Heaven
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Post by Date Saburou Yukiie on Jun 16, 2009 7:19:50 GMT -5
Porch bound Mockingbird
gazing at the Glorious
is no less perfect.
Hotoke Judges values -
lesser Beings try to cope
(editors note - removed my own parenthetical refs of an obvious religious connotation due to my viewing this as the wrong platform to view such thoughts. Gomen nassai. However, the poetry remains, as it is still anachronistically viable poetry)
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