Spring breeze !
on the hill I firmly stand
with the great resolve
Play with her hair locks; eyes sparkle
With the staunch resolve
At Carpe Diem Haiku, we are celebrating Kyoshi Takahama’s well known haiku. A renowned haiku master from Japan, Kyoshi’s, style is revered by poets across the globe.
The first haiku is by Kyoshi, and it is filled with fresh hope. To write on this piece came naturally to me as I could relate to each and every word.
This March, I completed two years as a haiku artist and that is only because of my staunch resolve to become a haiku master someday.
a dead chrysanthemum
and yet – isn’t there still something
remaining in it?
What a strong haiku by Takahama, isn’t it? It left me wondering about the outcome.
Reduced to pulp
your flesh decay but something stays-
What tomorrow holds?
my today is bleak and dark
dreams will never die.
I am going through a terrible phase. It feels like my creative juices have drained out.
State of mind: frustrated.
For Carpe Diem Haiku.
Kristjaan, I am praying for your mother’s speedy recovery.
With soft snow
And hail for some
As I stand here
To brave it alone
With the sweet pain
And memories of last December
Angels descend for some
Wrapped in red scarf
Only to become one
And merge with
For Free Write Friday Image prompt.
The four letter word
It has taken a million lives
Some in an instant
Some leisurely with sadistic pleasure
Still we harbor it
At times take pride in it
Greed swamps our hearts
It is blackened after the death of compassion
Still we harbor it
Just a fancy way to pump bullets
In flesh, in bones
To see the blood as it flows unremittingly
Reload the M16
Fire! Kill those fucktards
The barrel is hot and the ground is filled with empty bullet shells
Just an excuse to slaughter
A man’s young daughter
Not before raping her
Raping her innocence and dreams
Just a pompous ceremony
To steal the weak’s money
Cold, mutilated body is their currency
For the sake of land, for the sake of oil
They let their mothers boil
They are killing people to eradicate misery
This is their fight for freedom
Murdered innocence in cold blood
No regrets as they walk freely with frozen hearts
The naked display of mindless rage
As it is laid in front of me
My eyes, they are forced open to see
As he slaughters
Hate! Still we harbor it
Prejudices rule our conscience
I am tired and confused
Oh this mindless abuse
This pain must be defused
We won’t harbor it
We won’t feed it
As I stand here alone looking for a hand
A hand I can hold
A million hands against this apathy
Hate must be murdered by love
Hate will not decide my fate
We will stand and change the state
No more! will we remain as bait
Before it is too late.
His hanging shoulders
The jaded eyes say it all
Pocket is empty.
To struggle. To victory.