~Haikus, Tankas and Rengas~

Thursday 13Jan2005—Renga

13 January2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Life, sometimes a bitch,
Love, at times causes a twitch,—
¿Allergic this itch?


Vernal equinox,
Perpetual—eternal,—
Nightingale in bloom.


¡O gorgeous body!
Temple sweet of fond desire,—
Sensation's great game.


¿ski-so-fren(zy)-¡a!?
or, ¿Janus god-like split tongued?—
¿who breaks whose heart here?


In those hidden rooms,
That you keep close to your heart,—
Shines so silent moon.



It pleases me so,
To see this other side too,
Beautiful its sooth.
​

 

Friday 14Jan05—Renga

13 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Daniel of myth,
Protector angel mystic,
Fills a life with myrrh.

Nametag hung lapel,
Rigoletto puns her lungs,—
Fat lady stung sung.

Oxymoron ox,
Morons—Fox: Troth both black locks,
!Pox!—Lacks Oxygen.

Perplexed, not vexed hex,—
Lexicon excitements—text,
Cannot contain sex.​

 

Saturday 15Jan05—Renga

15 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

In blue nether world,
Lives a soul that loves the sea,
Diving in the deep.



O that frozen kiss,
Given by cold hearted soul,
Never is true love.



Taken for granted,
Day's details faceted bright,—
Occulted new moon.

Habit's called a bore,
So much in life to adore,
¿How to mine that ore?

Daily happenstance,
Became rarest occurrence,—
Wish upon a star.



So much hate to tell,
So much yelling and despair,
& Yet some love lives.


All love's promises,
Made in verdant summer haze,
Wilt in autumn's freeze.



Mind thinks that it knows,
All the sly tricks that heart does,—
Moon hidden in clouds.


If my brother falls,
I can never leave him down,—
We are kith and kin.

Loved ones suffer most,
Fearing all,—Knowing nothing,
Waiting patiently.

Of war's bloody grin,
Hard for those that never gave,—
Even to feel glimpse.



35 years old,
writes like someone much more old,
never 15 old.



Interesting thrones,
Made of porcelain gloss whites,
¿Know about bidets?
They not only take it down,
But they give a lot back up.
​

 

Waiting for My Truck—Renga

15 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Value is a thought,
Given by mind to some thing,—
¿What's your heart fond of?

Overloaded minds,
Constantly striving for finds,
Amusement unwinds.

Cartoons & cartoons,
Numbing sensibilities,—
Babysitting kids.

Nonsense stultifies,
Noise & glitter—corrosives,—
Sugar through heart eats.

Boredom,—dull dis-ease,
(Whose soul buffers it feels knots)
Those who suffer it know not,—
Miss sun's glint in glass.

Gray mulls,—full day dulls,
Cuckoo lingers 'bout vague mists,
Midst hard concrete,—calls.

Silent sung song,
Has an opus & a name,—
3 minutes of null.

Brain alone—¡No joy!
Brains & looks—No soul, ¡Danger!
¿Heart, where have you gone?

¿Bariatric gut?
Eat less, move more—¿Duh?
Only keys to shed pounds put,—
Few believe input.

Sumo wrestlers eat,
Typical fast food diet,—
¡Gobble it in gobs!

Individuals,—
Each one a mentality,—
Swarm feels not its deeds.
(Indeed swarm feels naught)

Newton's worth of force,
Would be all that you would wield,
To unseat my heart.​

 

Figurative Love—Renga

15 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

porcelain figures
care naught for memory's pain—
pale ivory drowns.



Netsuke figures,—
Eve & Adam intertwine,
Ivory warm vine,—
In their nakedness divine,
Show us bright spark that inspires.

Voodoo token calls,
Piercing pin through soft heart's will,—
Foul makes all soul fall.

Frozen figurines,
Encapsulating essences,
Of what man's love is.

Exquisite details,
Ecstasy demure dovetails,
Expressing love's vales.​

 

yearning's Renga

15 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Slipping on your kiss,
Sliding down your tongue's velvet,
Sipping all your breath.

Sleep walking doth daze,
Love's flame ablaze doth amaze,—
Burning heart doth faze.



Love knows not its bounds,
Gordian knots require swords,—
Unleashing passion.



Briefly Venus flew,
'Neath Quetzalcoatl's orb,—
Seconds eternal.



Moon light lingers smooth
Fingers longing,—listening
Love's glistening kiss


Love's bloody altar,
Demands heart's red sacrifice,
Pyre of hot desire.



Pomegranate blood,
¿Or did you slice my two lips?
With a shard of love.



Somewhere on Titan,
A somber soul cries alone,
Pining for love's balm.​

 

Honey Nut Loop's Renga

15 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Colgando perlas,
Claras—llenas de luces,
Esclareciendo.



Claro el brillar,
Cuando la vida no hay,
Ilusión sin fin.



Dime algo hoy,—
Que tu voz suave llene,
Todas las horas.



Puñal claro—luz,
Penetra el alma negra,
Brotando sangre.



Brisa susurra,
Suavemente cerrando,
Las penas,—amor.



Alta estrella,
Pidiendole la vida,—
Resplendor fugaz.​

 

Les Yeux Violets's Renga

16 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Violet feels so low,
Midst tall tropic canopy,—
Fuzzy soft her touch,
Enchants passers-by to see,
Dangling flowers down on earth.


¿Which boundaries?
¿Worry you about in life?—
¿Moon's or Sun's orbit?


Mimic's mirror mime,
Reflects personalities,—
Glowing light their life.

Colored landscape fair,
Elven dwellers,—fairies too,
Rainbow's magic lamp,
Assembled puzzle our love,
Streaming light onto dark soul.

Born with a loud scream,
Weeping, deep vale filled salt tears,
Dying,—soft whimpers.

Rip her soul in two,
Rend from her red heart that beats,
Scratch soft tears out too.

Savior,
Of what's inside man,—
Killed by man.


Not all life's mad rush,
Let me dwell in peace—your hush,
¿Did I make you blush?
But then,—gentleness can crush,
One hair strand,—caught on a brush.​

 

Valentine Chocolate Kiss—Renga

16 January2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Chocolates suspire,
Melting easily on tongue,
Sweeter than warm kiss.

¿Could it be just one?
Brown cocoa taste,–burnt wine,
Addictive desire.

¿Why not take the bag?
They're just little brownie hearts,—
Mine's already lost.

¡Crucify Cupid!
Concupiscence run amok,
With his little bow.

¡Damn that arrow hurt!
Plucked it out,—It left a welt,
Still sore near my heart.​

 

shinco's Renga

16 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Sky took up my woes,
Wrapped herself in gray display,
Then wept for a while.


Drumming melody,
Susurrations rolling soft,—
Chanting on tin roof.


Weak frozen white lace,—
Can't bind into fine linen,—
Coverlet cold down.


Fragile snowflake fell,
Melted on my brown hand's skin,—
Then a flurry came.


Winter's mantle lay,
Rippling cross the covered hills,
Icicles for pins.

Pixilated day,
Sparklers dripping in dark night,
Moon slips on her dress.
​

 

Shayndel's Renga

17 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

¿How to live and know,
All love's edifice will fall,
Leaving lonely heart?

Translucent magics,
Variegated played antics,—
All life's joys mimics.


¿Can a building chill,
So deep it freezes bare soul,—
Echoing empty?


Nothing more profound,
Than a little thing provoked,
Deep inside our soul.


Ripples in a mug,
Reflecting soft laughter mad,—
Rebounding circle.


Teatro sutil,—
Sueños se desenvuelven,
Dolores vuelan.


Suave la pluma,
Cayo de cuervo fugaz,—
Caligrafía,—
El vuelo lento marcó,
Dejando señas negras.​

 

Monday 17Jan05—Renga

17 January2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Besos deleitan,
Azucar del instante,
Rosas constantes.
Mozas contentas.



Galicia verde,
Grises piedras—pinares,
Corazón rojo.


Oil & vinegar,—
Form the best salad dressing,
¡When they're well shook up!​

 

Renga

17 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

If yes means maybe,
And maybe means no,—¿What then?
For no, clear is no.



Filled with run's wet sweat,
Squeezed by old arthritic hands,—
Future's clear to see



¿Did phoenix fly then?
¿Or, just purple-green peacock?
Pixilated love.



Cozy warm abode,
Roaring yellow fire in hearth,—
Home becomes your heart.



¿Where we meant to sleep,
Eight straight hours without rising?
Never mind,—I can't.



French liqueur so sweet,
Sugar, butter and pecans,—
Praline memories.



Oxford was off 5,
But most thought that was just fine,—
Great New Year day's line.



When you whisper sweet,
Anticipations open,—
Time's infinities.​

 

Tuesday 18Jan05—Renga

18 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Earth daughter of Sun,
Moves incomprehensible,—
Quakes, volcanoes—¡Crash!



Iron maiden cloak,
Surrounds silently in red,—
Roses weep for you.


In a golden box,
With a rainbow key locked tight,
There I hide your tears.
(There reside your fears)


Clear water—cools smooth,
Poured libation—rose unfolds,
Sparkling diadems,—
But I noticed from one stem,
Dropped one red tear,—naught was said.



Sour necessity,
Dour Greeks reputation had,—
Poured hearts from behind.


Such an ample heart,
¡What a treasure for the deep!
Titan's tragedy.



Life, generous gives,
Everything that we must needs,—
Greedy we despise.



Pain's sensation way,
Of measuring far extremes,
Sometimes we must take.



Without golden thread,
In the midst of dank, dark maze,—
¿You think he'll escape?



Moon's glow weaves gold strands,—
Gently folding kisses's breath,—
Threads three—you-Love-me.​

 

Snowstorm Dreams

19 January 2005
Norfolk, Virginia

Speechless is a sound,—
Made exhaling with her breath,
Emanating from her breasts
In the mountain mists.

Snowfall gentle comes,
Covers even my dark woes,
Soft as peaceful doves.

Old heart dreams of love,
Cooing, candid—bright, white dove,
Filling heart with hope.

White dream lullaby,
Snowfall covers all day's odds,
Gleaming fair and smooth.

Dreaming—gazing up,
Lazy, floating—white snowfield,
Flakes—kiss soft & melt.

How can heart believe,
After all these winter days,
That the moon still cares?
Inconstant—argent wavers,
Bouncing lightly on snowflakes​

 

Renga

19 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Sibilant whispers,
Siberia's white whistles,
Silent—time whittles.

Day's warm wick consumed,
Flame unrealizing burnt,
Incense odor soothes.

Breathless, drowning cold,
Sinking into nether dark,
Searching for the end.

Tunnel vision comes,
Clotting agents—stress, blood spurts,
Ears can't hear death's steps.

Soothing soft white down,
Fresh snow muffles my foot falls,—
Quiet as the moon.​

 

Renga

19 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Bad experience,
From poor judgment,—Good judgment,
From experience.

Even at the end,
When darkness enfolds the soul,
Sun's rays sparkle bright.

Mustard is a seed,
Some plant inside fertile soul,—
Blooms bright wide kingdom.

Angels are your eyes,
Pious as they gaze at world,—
Full of mystery.

Transitory hate,
Cannot long contain its rage,
Love eternal stays.

Serendipity,
Complex nexus of events,—
That relate to us.

Happiness is ease,
Snippets little—sipped slowly,
Sensuous is love.​

 

Friday 21Jan05—Renga

21 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

¿What is it prevents,
Mind from setting motion to,
Duty's portion?



Sharp fangs bit my lips,
Swollen, poisoned I still dream,—
Entwining snake love.


Sweet red berry lips,
Suave shiraz smooth melody,—
Inspiring musk breath.


Those of us who bleed,
On the battlefield remote,
Do not always see.



Mistress skillful glides,
Midst cocktail gay butterflies,
Fluttering bright wings.


Mother's warm arms fold,
Blanketing care gently guards,—
Nurturing life's bud.



Embolism clots,
Heart break's blood burst forth,—now blots,
Gambling love,—lost lots.


When wolf pack moves in,
Nature blooms in plenitude,
Herbivores don't rule,
'Neath verdant willow saplings,
Variegated life will root.
​

 

Answers Written on the Snow—Renga

21 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

/and snow-kissed dove, drenched /dry ink cooling and stripping /wings of heaven's grace./

Giant feathered wing,
Covered up insouciant throngs,
Leaving but their songs.

I can't recognize,
Answers written on the snow,—
White on white's blanched glare.

¿What is opposite?
¿Up and down; or, left and right?
¿Or, just symmetry?

¿Is destiny script?
¿Something written on a scroll?
¿Or, perhaps on soul?

When we think of time,
¿Do we recognize its rhyme?
Promissory chime.​

 

CrUcIfIeD bY tHe DeViL's Renga

22 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Mountains rise,—pushed up,
Hushed water gently wears them,
Down the waterfall.


Encased in cocoons,
From which they seldom emerge,
Butterflies asleep.



Grace can never fall,
From another's lustful touch,—
Virgin's heart's still pure.


Trampled, discarded,
Dandelion seed in crack,
Concrete,—yellow bud.



She cries in crimson,
As mothers do to give birth,—
Love & pain so strange.



Entropy unwinds,
Mechanism of far stars,—
Yet, the moon still glows.



Blood's but water's salt,
Oceans,—life ingrained pulsing,
Tears, but bleeding,—soft.



Our cares,—missives writ,
Lovingly on melting snow,—
Flowing to the sea.​