childhood joy
a frog wriggles
to get away
first toad
my daughter
builds a house
spring sounds
a sightless song
skylark
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slowly descending –
skylarks song suspended
somewhere overhead
voice of spring
the skylarks melodic song
mingles with the breeze
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
tranquil
© 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
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
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.
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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.
perched on the treetop
redwing blackbird shimmies
shaking water from his back
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from treetop perch
redwing blackbird shakes his head
with precision
dispelling water
rainy afternoon
Psalm 7:2 or they will tear me apart like a lion
and rip me to pieces with no one to rescue me.
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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?
Adas Poetry Alcove 