Saturday, September 30, 2017

臨海公園

Sunday at the seaside park
Vegetables, meat, on the grill,
Circling seahawks calls
Are plaintive and shrill,
Floating above in the Autumn
Breeze, as seahawks will...

Angry Old Man

One-way conversation
Yelling his views
At the commentators
On the television news

Not There Yet

Unwritten and unread
The words remain
Hidden inside my head

山神社

Around the shrine
There is no sound,
Muted ancient
Holy ground,
Silence soothing,
And profound...

Friday, September 29, 2017

感激

A song I loved
But forgot,
Plays over a
Half-empty parking lot,
From a time back
So long and far,
It makes me cry
As I sit in the car...

From The North

When the Vikings got bored,
They'd sail to distant villages
And put them to the sword...

Sustenance

Roadkill,
Crows get to
Eat their fill...

Muted Roar

Bit by bit,
I become awake,
Listen to the sounds
Motor vehicles make...

地蔵様

On the roadside
The jizo stands alone
Kindness and sympathy
Carved in stone


Thursday, September 28, 2017

Public Service

A politician
Wants to gather,
The most votes,
The rest is blather...

Ohayo Gozaimasu

Pink-gray light,
Just before sunrise,
Wipe the sleep
From my eyes,
Guess it's time
To mobilize...

Experience

Getting old means,
More and more,
Of having seen
Things before,
Knowing
The score...

Comedy

Funny thoughts
Convoke
To become
A joke

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Perks Of Retirement

The rain today
Is torrential,
My staying in bed,
Prudential,
Happily
Nonessential...

Consequence

After the truth
Was revealed
He ran away screaming
Through the field
Not catching in the rye
Or stopping to wonder why

Monday, September 25, 2017

Being Held

Young child hugs the shoulder
Of her father, who carries her,
And maybe, when she older,
She will remember...

Thursday, September 21, 2017

On The Keikyu Bus

Suddenly it
Became real clear,
I'm just happy
Being here,
Breathe, and be,
And persevere...

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

御彼岸

Autumn skies
Bell crickets
And dragon flies
Harvest Moon
As summer dies...

Unchanged

The instinct to hunt
And kill
Is alive in us
Still...

What Day Is It?

Sometimes things tend to
Blur and move too fast
Present pleasures
Vanish into the past