MY JAPANESE POETRY

MY JAPANESE POETRY PAGE
PRESENTED
BY JEAN ELIZABETH WARD
POET LAUREATE -- MULTIMEDIA ARTIST -- MANDALA MAKER -- AUTHOR

ONsen by the sea

HAIKU -- SENRYU
&
HYBRID POEMS
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A dry parched land
Devoid of vegetation
Dreams are possible

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A small waterfall
That's all
Sprinkling overhead
On a hot summer day

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A stream bubbling forth
In a river of content
Leaves fall forever

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Cry me a river
That is all I need
Beneath a Pine Tree

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Every woman
Is one divorce away
From poverty

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I fixed my eyes
On the largest cloud passing
Shall I pass too?

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Into today I swim
For this day
Is my eternity

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Nasturtiums
O--the green -- green grass of home
Missing is mother

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Once upon a time
Love . . . was sublime and lovely
The sea is quietened

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One drink at a time
Slime poured out for a dime
Prohibition

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Poets they come and
Poets they go and Poets
They die away; Oh!

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Seek moderation
In all things and in all ways
Most honorable

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The gulf is a grave
To many and more will be
Buried beneath

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Their life is bliss
With day dreams of complete peace
Beyond the Evergreens

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Think of yesterdays
As if they were blessed treasures
Ending anger

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The void you're leaving
Rises up and pounds me down
Inexhaustibly

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With my life I paint
On the inner canvas of that
Which is my soul

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Yes, less may be more
But more is better
She said
In her last letter

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Bright the day
Brighter than anything yet
Except
My red corvette
Yet?

MISCELLANEOUS
& TITLED POEMS

Anne Rutledge: Friend of A. Lincoln

The weeds of wonder
Below them lies beloved Anne*
One with weeds; ponder . . .

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And the wolf said to the child,
Fear not, fear not; we are both wild.

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APPLE TREES

Representative
Of nature at it's finest
Indispensable

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FROZEN ICED HELL

F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Down a hole into --
A
Frozen iced hell,
A
Time I know well!

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O
Please
Remember
To go and get
All Mammogram;
For the life you save
Just may be your own.
M
A
M
M
O
G
R
A
M
Mammogram

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My
Prayer
To the Great
Spirit is one word
WHY
WHY
WHY

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O . . . Lord!
I made a mistake!
The Gods . . . are angry!
Burn me at the stake!

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So, I am what I am,
Not what I think I am?

OUCH
That sure does hurt!

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ANSWERING EMILY DICKINSON

To see the summer sky
Is Poetry
Never in a book to lie
True
Poems flee

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Copyrighted by Jean Elizabeth Ward

Forget the past
Let go of the future
Be now

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