~Haikus, Tankas and Rengas 2~

Sunday 23Jan05—Renga

23 January 2005
San Diego, CA

Only twenty six,
¿How can they contain your face?
Wordless with fond smile.

Glass—brown marble core,
Round black iris,—Thy heart scored,
'Pon illusion's light.

Skin basks in sun's warmth,
Tongue larks in honey's sweetness,
Golden yellow mirth.

Rending heavens dark,
Despoil earth and sky of life,
Renewal through death.

Alabaster cool,
Hands that freeze just like the heart,
Love without a flame.

Wonderful to feel,
Sensuous butterfly flight,
Flitting little glints.

Randomness all day,
Soul would give it meaning fay,
Stray dispersions slay.

Vicious venom,
Virulent violent vile,—
Shining her fangs drip.

Particle hidden,
Void still yawns & greedy grasps,
Boa constrictor.

Zero,—naughty not,
¿How to keep that Naught God far?
Something's always 'bout.

A mother's warm womb,
Is fair Nature's greatest gift,
Life's protective sheath.​

 

Suzy-89's Renga

23 January 2005
San Diego, CA

Feline green device,
Looking deeply for motion,—
Sharp claws beneath fur.

Willow longs to kiss,
Dark firm earth below her strands—
Bending with the moon.

Teddy bears do die,
As their brown hair falls worn off,
But never their dreams.

We bounce past the gate,
Never recognize freedom,
All our life is haste.
O, precious time we did waste,
All our woes we will entomb.​

 

Yaquel Visain's Renga

23 January 2005

San Diego, CA

Lip gloss cherry red,
Taste of summer days at end,
Love in a hay shed.

Kundalini kiss,
Passion rises from below,
Cherry blossom lips.

Merriment's a game,
Played in streaming sunlight rays.
Cutting through cool gray.

Withered from the heat,
Like parched summer corn stalks dry,
Shriveled like some hearts.

Wastrels we give birth,
Then abandon all our work,
To a scalpel sharp.

Melted in a kiln,
Vulcan's art restores glass shards,
¿What mends broken hearts?

Beauty spent the night,
Conversing with white round throne,
Puking out her heart.​

 

Tuesday 25Jan05—Renga

25 January 2005,

San Diego, CA

If you know yourself,
¿Why take trips to India,
¿Does a yogi know?



Fat farts flatulate,
Thinking everyone enjoys,
Smelling foul envoys.



¿Ink blots or smoke blobs?
¿Which one says anything true?
Both are just smeared stains.



Ashes to ashes,
Pumice seeks to clean its gray,
Drawing only red.



Placid is mind's shift,
When we've got nowhere to go,
¿Where do legs move then?



Barnyard smells waft strong,
Pig & cattle, chicken mix,—
Red rooster's crow creaks.



Man's blast or nature's,
Sakura on barren cone,—
Ash covered feathers.


Your kiss lingers on,
Ripped remnant—shredded old rag,
Won't stitch in life's quilt.



Rainstorm asks the sun,
For a short little respite,—
He just forms more clouds.



In my orange crate,
Made of cheap and brittle wood,
Lies my destiny.



Roaring 20's gay,
Prelude to the Great War days,
Drunken stupor fay.​

 

Wednesday 26Jan05—Renga

26 January 2005

San Diego, CA

Shrouded in moon glow,
Resplendent your beauty's hold,—
Faded in sun's light.



No 2 by 6 hole,
Will do for this old carcass,—
¡They'll have to cremate!



Strange surreal life end,
¿But, could it be otherwise?
Life loves its heart's beats.



Snow flake on maple,
Burnt geometry leaf veins,—
Swift turn brittle brown.​

 

Thursday 27Jan05—Renga

27 January 2005,

AA from San Diego to Dallas

Body stops moving,
Mind slow disintegrates,—glows,
Minutes to blackness.



Bright dreams fill dream life,
As possibilities would,—
If only we could.


El amor se fue,
Filo de navaja fiel,—
Ya no siente piel.


Tal carta,—corta,
Hace quebrar la luna,—
En un mar de amor.



Beautiful is end,
Precious moment as the start,—
In it we find God.
Not some distant reverie,
But soul's passion true eerie.



Soft the night bells ring,
For their tolling roll is love,—
Voices angelic.



Struggle to express,
Chimeras that elude brain,—
¿What's the moon's new name?​

 

Friday 28Jan05—Renga

28 January 2005

Corpus Christi, Texas

Green repose daydreams,
Flowing slowly on grass seas,—
Flittering of bees.



Spun lacy white discs,
Agglomerating blanket,—
Winter's emptiness.



Torrential rains,
Pouring rending thunder's child,—
Sky opens gray heart.



¿What to make of Thee?
Insouciant clarity's touch,
Weaving in and out.



Miniscule differ,
One eyebrow from the other,—
For some great bother.



Accident marked face,
Heart remained pure just the same,
¿Where's beauty dwell fair?



Ella lo cogío,
Como brisa lo llevó,—
Fanatico sol.



Paved the way inside,
All our lives seem asphalt black,
¿Where's a little green?



Marcada vida,
Piel rasgada señala,
Amor,—arrugas.



Cortando—rajó,
Brotó rojo despojo,—
Lagrima rota.


La luna lleva,
Clara dentro del alma,—
Y aun llora.



Ver lo que existe,
Vida—todo exito,
Amor exigue.



Sometimes doing tricks,
Requires something more than licks,
Candy apple sticks.​

 

Pecado's Renga

29 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Frog prince soul nasty,
Deep down also heart dark foul,
Maiden bitter tears.



Irrational,—love,
Divides up our heart & soul,—
Leaves strange reminders.

Leaves odd remainders.



Dazed before gold moon,
Dark dog barks at star-filled night,—
Mist & fog kissed sheen.


Weakness bridge can't be,
Understanding's crossing firm,—
Iron cracks on load,

Bamboo sags on load.


Bugs move without thought,
Eating all that green will give,—
Man ponders it all.



But a moment's love,
Is the energy life needs,—
To change everything.​

 

Eirien's Renga II

29 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Everyone that goes,
Outside earth's blue atmosphere,
Comes back without words.

Your activity,
Neutron reactivity,—
Splits heart's nucleus.

Thinner than fine silk,
Gold strands in the air,
Child stands—summer breeze.

Royal colored you,
Regal contoured heart & soul,—
Venus passing Moon.

Blue jay fell on green,
Dandelion down on breeze,—
You looked at the sun.

Cymbidium sweet,
Smells,—soft honey cinnamon,
Susurrating soul.

Alice—Wonder Lands,
Magic sparkles lightning wands,
Child wanders on sands.

In the space between,
Inside all the things unsaid,—
Ethered light flows forth.

A child's love—golden,
Vanishes heart's empty grief,
Life refreshing smile.

White hazed orbs can't see,
What is obvious to most,—
Black & Blue on skin.

Misshapen gnome heart,
Strangely captured princess soul,—
Fair mind longs for flight.

Love's gray teeth,—cold steel,
Rust metallic kisses cut,—
Scissored scalpel sharp.​

 

Renga

29 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Nothing,—much,—to Love,
It's so many little things,—
Considerations, . . .

Incineration,
Passion, momentary burns,—
Gray ashes tinder not flames;
Moon waxes & wanes.

A soft touch takes time,
A soft kiss consumes a while,—
A soft heart,—all life.

Little man pollutes,
But earth's thin outer layer,
Can't touch molten core.

Cerulean sight,
Looks into bright silver sky,
Turquoise—clouds—reflect.

Freefall,—ground swells up,
Ripcord's gone—turn around, look,
Endless blue above.​

 

Winter Walk

29 January2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Cello rends winter,
Soft haunting bass melody,—
Mellow heart's white walk.

Snow crinkles under,
Tinkles at footfall wrinkles,—
Pink memories link,
Warm breath in cold air with Thee,—
Now,—warm tears streak down cold cheeks.

Did not realize,
How you'd spread your white around,—
Suffusing my tears.

Carousel of snow,
Frozen memories now old,—
Haunt winter's cold hold.​

 

Renga

29 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Ah, delight's 7.
A prime's worth to revel in.
¿Isn't love a sin?

7 Deadly sins,
Mine innumerable seem,—
¡101!

¿A retirement plan?
¿Medicine or Doctor's aid?
Outsource all our pain.

Honeyed flowing words,
Softly gently with caress,—
Dagger piercing deep.

I'd imbibe soft tongue,
Drink it passionate & red,—
Love past sore & raw.

¡Give me food & ale!
¡Gore the ox and spike the cask!—
¡Swallow merriment!

Trinkets small & bright,
Golden bells and diadems,—
Dearer than fond kiss.

Golden orb says—¡Yes!
Absorbed in its radiance,
Planets orbit round.​

 

Renga

30 January 2005

Accidental day,
As each wanders on their way,
But one now dead lays.

1 & 1's not 2,
sometimes less & sometimes more,
depends on what's born.
(depends on who's borne.)
(depends on what's bore.)
(depends on heart's core.)

Movements in clear breeze,
Monuments of time or place,
Songs,—carried warm breath.

Let it be pure love,
That binds the two together.
That's the connection.

Love it is a flame,
Unites spirits past all blame,
Disregarding fame.​

 

Renga

30 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

u just maid mi dai,
with some comments that u maid,
left in-prints quite deep.

footstep markers—snow,
deep, profound gray-white resound,—
pine woods round clear lake.

p.s., thank u dear,
ur wurds r so w1der—full,
¿do ur lips sing 2?
¿mesmerise persefoni,
orfeus with melodi?

Soft weave cotton plains,
Sandwich heart in dreams of love,—
Slowly moon glow comes.

Slowly—moon glow—come.

As reflected rays,
Radiant into turquoise,
Kisses sun the moon.

Kisses Sun,—the Moon.

if azure were soul,
it would arc from east to west,
bridging aching love.

Gossamer of silk,
Glows aurora—hearts in love,
Passionate soft sheath.​

 

30 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

sweet raven smile, dripping
such ocean-salt promises
amounting to gulls' false dreams.

¡O—to see your grin!
As it flashes sea to sea,—
Broad full moon above.

Sea bird flies clear free,
O'er crashing ocean waves harsh,—
Smooth trajectory.

Sun walks on sea shores,
Of so many continents,—
Life's abundant song.

floral scent betrays light step;
compass needle not to me,
sly furtive glances unseen.

¿What's the essence, dear?
Herbal grasses rolling free,
Musk dew melody.

Eyes are closed—I smell,
Beauty's passage in moonlight,—
While a sad flute sings.

Magnetic Thy poles,
Attracting—repulsing—¿How?
When heart blind doth spin.

spring breeze toys with heart and head,
lady crow takes flight in joy:
coruscating memory.

How you sparkle heart,
Past the moon and past the sun,
Reaching diadem.

¿Is it Sun or you?
Clarity—that brightening,
Fills heart's sky with light.

Ebony her sheen,
Blackest night never foreseen,
'Til she flew past me.​

 

Flirting Waiting for a Flight

31 January 2005

Corpus Christi, Texas

I love those smudges,
When either cheek out pudges,--
Dappled freckled round.

You start to flirt,--but,
Then, some seriousness sets in,--
Clouds fill up blue eyes.

What's it about,--that, . . .
Two lips puckered thing you do?
Driving me insane.

Serious am I,--
Yet, I set out little hints,--
Candles in day's midst.

Soft your skin as silk,
Imagination touches,--
Cuckoo's feathered flight.

Ripe tomato you,
Sweetened by hot sun on vine,--
If,--I'd slowly twist.

Sudden,--my heart skips,
Eternity while you blink,--
Azure sky of blue.​

 

Renga

31 January 2005
Panama City, Florida

What did you tell me?
That you were over him? Or,
Maybe you'd kill him.

I'm all mixed up now,
About genders and tenses,
& Why people love.

Fair heart broken now,
Will yellow-green spring renew?
Butterfly meadows, . . .

Flitting up and down,
Dragonflies elliptical,
Iridescent sun.

I can't talk of heart,
Lost that jewel long ago,—
Excised dagger red.

Did it hurt? They ask,
When she ripped it out your chest,—
With her soft sweet kiss.

Youth's heart did digress,
Young heart pulled raw from tigress,
Such pain & distress, . . .
At you fair, gentle mistress,
Coward gun blast propelled stress.​

 

Renga

31 January 2005
Panama City, Florida

Race horse runs hard track,
Measuring its gait to time,—
Didn't cut it fine.

Trepidation's steps,
Emerging child's soul to light,
Blinding reverie.

O, first love was so,
Strange,—is all that i can say,
To say more is less.

Bumping in the dark,
Bumpkins hush in pumpkin patch,—
Under clouded moon.

Fish took all my bait,
Nibbled and eluded lure,—
A new angler came.

Life's completion fair,
Comes in unexpected forms,
Help us live with heart.

Playful edge that cuts,
In and out—sharp claws extrude,
Cat & mouse this game.

Eye to eye you tame,
What seems wild but loves you so,—
Riding on the wind.​

 

I thought about a wise man

2 February 2005
Panama City, Florida

The mind's a wonderful thing.
So precious the heart.
The driver and Lord unite.

Jesus talked about,
Seeds that grew to huge kingdoms,
Blossoming in soul.

Where is Heaven, Dear?
(Where's Heaven so dear?)
It's glint of sun in child's eye,—
Can't you see it too?

Bhudda mind knows truth,
Laying light upon bird's song,
Eternal God soul.

It's not wandering,
It's not wondering,—this life,
Past far,—high mountains.​

 

3 February 2005
Panama City, Florida

for those among, who see naught
of wise men, nor of designs:
heaven's still redeemable.
(heaven's still-redeemable.)

Never have been drunk,
But tonight I feel it so,—
As I read your words.

Could I cash it in?
What would life's token be worth?
Without moon's fulgor.

Innocence our life,
Have no clue of God's true plan,—
Down feather in breeze.

Heaven's gate your kiss,
In this life I'll never feel,—
Time's distance cruel.

Someone says it's so,
Therefore it must be that way,—
Profiting prophet.

I no longer look,
Left or right or up or down,
When I think of you.

Cool evening's dark start,
Spanish moss hangs down oak trees,—
Moon hides behind clouds.​