Tag Archives: tanka poetry

GLOWERY DAY OKAY

(HAIKU)

Glowery dark skies,

All is bright seeing your eyes…

Flowers surround you!

–J.E.C

(an A-B-C-B RHYME SCHEME)

Glowery is the day,

When I’m not at your side…

Thoughts of you brighten my way

With flowers turning to the Light!

The Light of God we are,

Who follow Christ Jesus Lord…

Living water springs forth

When to Him we open our heart’s door.

Everyday in God’s kingdom

Is like a sunshiny day…

No cloud or rain can disturb us,

Our Lord through shadow…leads the way.

–Jonathan Caswell

(LIMERICK-STYLE)

All glowery it looks out there,

Moisture hanging in air…

Darkness all

 Destined to fall,

On its knees to our Creator fair!

–J.E.C.

(TANKA-STYLE)

Sunshine hid by clouds

Mortals yawn with out-stretched arms

A good soaking rain

Glowery skies  in your eyes

Are worse than having no sun!

–J.E.C.

–Jonathan E. Caswell, Poet

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“TANKA YOU”…WE TRY THESE TOO!

(The Poet counts syllables on his fingers!)

Twenty question here,

What better way, oh my dear…

Pen pals start hoping:

Lilac scent for friendship meant…

Pictures exchange by email.

–J.E.C.

Leaving town a week,

Traveling partly by train…

(AMTRAK value plan)..

Taking bus to the station,

Railroad communication!

–J.E.C.

Our garden is full,

Of tomatoes and flowers…

Neighbors help harvest:

Some green tomato mincemeat,

If frost the ripening beats!

–J.E.C.

–Jonathan E. Caswell

RAIN-FILLED TANKA

RAIN-FILLED TANKA

Heavy showers passed

Until the next down-pour blast…

Drying interlude:

People take their nightly walk,

With umbrellas close at hand!

–Jonathan Caswell

EPISODE #5

EPISODE # 5 OF “THREE WEST”:

A TANKA…

Group dynamics flow,

Gentle lifting of chins…

Affirmation lives!

Those members found

Each others’ ideas sound.

–Jonathan Caswell

TWO HAIKU

Inner self-review

Group therapy does

Point out rainbow trails!

Psyches in motion,

Chances to choose and to change…

Open emotions!

–Jonathan Caswell

TANKA SUNDAY

TANKA SUNDAY

Yellow butterflies

By our window panes fly by,

Back-forth in the sun:

Gentle breezes move tree branches

Ants collect aphid ranches!

I stayed home to sleep

Borderline health hard to keep,

Guilt…but I’ll mail offering in…

It’s called a holy rest day

But to worship…come today!

Sunday times are slow

But for Youth League teams at play…

Christians must then choose:

Kids or church…tough choices made,

Church could help another day!

Meals are catch as can

After one big dinner time…

Leftovers for all:

Institutions serve light meals,

Restaurants do good business!

Sunday services

An informal time to go,

Less tight suit–more jeans:

Often for the younger set

And those who work morning shifts.

–Jonathan Caswell

TANKA AND HAIKU ASSORTMENT

TANKA AND HAIKU ASSORTMENT FOR MEMORIAL DAY

(To keep blogging…I gotta keep writing!)

Memories still sting

Of loved ones gone to battle,

Not so long ago…

Death rattles’ painful image,

Softened because they’re at peace.

Distant grave await

The trumpet’s call to freedom

Few expect to hear!

Many nights we cried,

For young people lost in lands

Where we never went…

Some surprised us at the door,

Some have never been confirmed!

Mainstream media

Too cheap to set aside time

For those who gave all.

Flowers sprout on graves,

American flags renewed…

Showing someone cares:

Looted medallions sold,

Kids whose memories are cheap.

Millions remember

Where valor is still valued

Sacrifice mattered.

Many old movies,

All that money–nothing new?

Corporations don’t…

Christian networks do the most,

Special networks fan the flame.

Rhine bridge was intact

“Padre was busy”

Won’t happen today!

—Jonathan Caswell

TANKA OF BELONGING

TANKA OF BELONGING

Alan on crutches,

We both know putting feet up…

Feeling uselessness!

Keep feet higher than the heart

Buoyed by the nursing care!

–J.E.C.

Still being wanted

Working at this company

A nice tear-jerker!

Tears of joy and gratitude

And water over the dam!

–J.E.C.

One man on duty

(No women Security)

Able to watch grounds.

I cannot walk the patrol,

My cane is not optional!

–J.E.C.

Black olives are in…***

He hasn’t said anything,

Gotten away with-?

Not seeing his reaction

Misses the point of the joke.

–Jonathan Caswell

***SEE…the poem, “BLACK OLIVES IN…!”