Adas Poetry Alcove

Poetry and Haiku


May 2016


childhood joy
a frog wriggles
to get away


first toad
my daughter
builds a house



spring sounds
a sightless song


slowly descending –
skylarks song suspended
somewhere overhead

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voice of spring
the skylarks melodic song
mingles with the breeze

Cherry Blossoms

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #79 Looking Back In Time … “Sparkling Stars”

hana chirite shizuka ni narinu hito-gokoro

the blossoms have fallen:
our minds are now
© Koyu-Ni (Tr. R.H. Blyth)


even while I sleep
petals scatter magically
making the dawn pink




pink petals scatter
\carried on moonlight and wind
cherry tree left bare




the last petals fall
tranquility flourishes
sleep returns once more




cherry blossom nights
pink skin glowing in moonlight
tranquility fall

Psalm 7:6

Psalm 7:6

6 Arise, Lord, in your anger;
rise up against the rage of my enemies.
Awake, my God; decree justice.

arise, Lord 
show us your way
help us understand


in your anger, Lord
do not forget us, you people
send benevolence


rise up against
all the injustices
 righting the wrong


the rage of my enemies
drowns out your voice
save me, oh God


awake, my God
hear my humble plea
harden not your heart


decree justice
forgiving our trespasses
absolving our sins

Psalm 7:3–5

Psalm 7:3–5

3 Lord my God, if I have done this and there is guilt on my hands — 4 if I have repaid my ally with evil or without cause have robbed my foe — 5 then let my enemy pursue and overtake me;let him trample my life to the ground and make me sleep in the dust.


Oh Lord, if I have betray my friend,
repaid goodness with evil –
then Lord, hold me accountable.
Let my enemy take his revenge on me,
let him trample me into the dust,
snuffing out my life.

Redwing Blackbird


perched on  the treetop
redwing blackbird shimmies
shaking water from his back


from treetop perch
redwing blackbird shakes his head
with precision
dispelling water
rainy afternoon

Psalm 7:2

Psalm 7:2 or they will tear me apart like a lion
and rip me to pieces with no one to rescue me.


The winds tear at my clothes
They roar like a lion filling me with fear.
Trees are ripped away, buildings in pieces
Will no one rescue me from the storm?

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