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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 7, 2016 22:50:21 GMT -5
Outside the circle
I stand, barely visible
Almost like a ghost
I want to scream in protest
But it would not reach your ears
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 8, 2016 0:10:04 GMT -5
A lurid sunrise
Seems almost unreal as I
Prepare for the day.
Duty awaits, and perhaps
A cup or two of hot tea.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 8:09:29 GMT -5
Wagons crowd the road
but the merchants will not wait.
Market will open.
I will fail if I am late.
But the horse shies at this ice.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 9, 2016 0:42:46 GMT -5
Outside a soft hiss
Of tires on wet pavement hints
At a cool night rain.
Within, the sinuous strains
Of old school jazz take me back.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2016 20:52:01 GMT -5
A long day ends with
new royalty and summer
reign set on its path.
How nice to help out,
but many long days ahead.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 9, 2016 22:49:13 GMT -5
Insistent rain taps
And sputters at the window
While I am elsewhere.
Sometimes all you need is a
Cup of tea and a good book.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 15:53:38 GMT -5
Starting from fabric,
and making garb for a King.
So much like for
myself, and yet not the same.
The slightest things have meaning.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 10, 2016 22:57:39 GMT -5
It was a fierce race:
Above, a herd of storm clouds
Cut across my road.
The final sprint to the house
Counts as my small victory,
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 11, 2016 0:57:59 GMT -5
Tanka challenge poems from this weekend (I was out of town) 4/8/16 Let me speak softly Graceful words, spun like sugar Delicate and sweet My winsome days are past me Words are my only weapons 4/9/16 This next poem was written during my judging at Calontir Kingdom A&S, as Her Excellency Countess Isabeau wanted to know why I didn't write more puns in my poetry, and suggested His Majesty of Calontir Matsunaga Kagetora as the topic. So I composed extempore: Oh look at those guns! Those magnificent arms! The pines, black and white! Majesty, your kingdom pines Lead us now into battle! (The picture below are the personal arms of His Majesty of Calontir. His actual arms are pretty awesome, too.)  4/10/16 Dogwoods and redbuds Have new-green leaves reflecting The dappled sunlight Amidst the tumbled boulders Dour Grimfells is smiling |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2016 13:51:58 GMT -5
Poised at the threshold,
one more step and I will be
proceeding nicely,
but for now I wait to go.
But for what am I waiting?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 11, 2016 21:24:59 GMT -5
With rain come the weeds,
Each springing up to replace
The ones freshly plucked.
Thus is a life of duty
Filled with ever sprouting chores.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 5:24:57 GMT -5
On this fine cold morn,
I fear asking falls to me
that if you want me
to be part of this fine plan,
please tell me what the plan is?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 12, 2016 23:14:19 GMT -5
Within this circle
Are galloping hoof beats
And the rush of storms.
Kaji Yama meets once more
Sticks whirling to bring thunder.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2016 4:30:54 GMT -5
Thanks for asking me
before telling the students
that class should start at
eight o'clock in the morning.
Who doesn't like waking up?
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 13, 2016 21:50:57 GMT -5
4/12
Holy communion
I am called to the altar
To taste the bitter bread
Sacred blood spills from my lips
As my song rises in praise
4/13
Behold the taxman
Brandishing his mighty scythe
Come to count the cost
Bleeding Kansas covers her eyes
Waiting for the blow to fall
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