“autumn night” – June 25, 2015

aki no yo o uchi kuzushitaru hanashi kana

autumn night
dashed to bits
in conversation

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

blazing bonfire
sitting around the table
rehashing the day
anger runs high
under empty stars

© G.s.k. ‘15

At Trambache one of the features is a big night battle where different companies face off to re-enact a famous moment in the history of the area.

Unfortunately, although everyone should just bring their swords, there are a couple of people in a particular team who bring along short pikes topped with steel hooks or semi-axes. They also stay in the second row behind swordsmen in order to thump people without interference.  Their goal is to dent helmets and armour. Three of our lads had great dents in their helmets, on one we counted around 15! Three of our lads were finally able to grab the pike and disarmed one of the marauders.

Besides being potentially very dangerous (some of our lads just had mail shirts over gambesons) full armour costs a lot of money and having to repair it isn’t free. Some of our company are contemplating not participating in next year’s battle if these people are present. It’s sad to say but this isn’t the first time this has happened and though the organizers should call that team to order, they still show-up creating bad blood.

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Carpe Diem “On The Trail With Basho Encore” #6 autumn night

Fast Lane in Anger

Driving down the fast lane …
Like a bat out of hell!
‘Cause you made me just so angry,
Now, you’ve shut your mouth at last …

Your nattering, bla! bla! bla!
Was really getting me down
You can’t seem to stop blathering
Even when we’re in the car …

Don’t go there … slow down, speed up
Turn here … and when I protest,
You throw a temper tantrum,
Shout like a three-year old child …

Just to make you happy
I followed your instructions – results:
Road closed on a steep inclination
And I couldn’t go left or right.

Pulling the hand-brake,  up to the barrier,
Then finally,  I could maneuver out,
With your mumbling commentation
Grumbling inside my ears …

Cussing under your breath …
I took off with a screech of rubber
Your protests now ignored
I followed the road I’d chosen  …

Driving down the fast lane …
Like a bat out of hell!
‘Cause you made me just so angry,
Now, you’ve shut your mouth at last …


 

(N.B. the photo is just to show how some of these mountain roads are … this is Greece, but Italy has nothing to envy the Greece for when it comes to narrow roads! I don’t have a Ferrari, but I can dream as I drive my red Fiat Panda 😉 )

Inspired by Poetry Prompt 8: First Phrase – Last Phrase

Heeding HA

This is a very interesting post and prompt.  Below I will be putting the link to the post and think it would be worth your while to take a look at it!

Prompt: “carefully analyze an emotion within you, attribute a word to it and then let it out in the nature in the form of a haiku or tanka”


in one word: anger
boiling resentment – flaring
a tempest roaring
my voice – thunder of the soul
my tears the calming rainfall

body shuddering
in the maelstrom of anger
blood pounding river
pulsing in my head – eyes veiled
katana of words flashing

upon life’s pathway
through moments of calm and storm,
juxtaposing
from color to black and white
kaleidoscopic passion


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Heeding Haiku With HA

Imulating Kerouac: Western Haiku

This month’s featured haiku-poet on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Jack Kerouac (1922-1969), our mission, to write in the same vein as the poet of the month.

Jack Kerouac (1922-1969)

You’ve seen me post about Jack Kerouac in the past and you might remember this quote that Kristjaan (Chèvrefeuille)  has put up on his post:

“Kerouac once said:

[…] “I propose that the ‘Western Haiku’ simply say a lot in three short lines in any Western language. Above all, a Haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a little picture . . .” […]”

The haiku chosen was “Glow Worm”

glow worm
sleeping on this flower –
your light’s on

© Jack Kerouac


road closed
nearly stripped my gears
opening your mind
(c) g.s.k.

dark clouds
brewing over days
storm in a teacup
(c) g.s.k.

the old man’s ego
blocking wisdom
childhood reruns
(c) g.s.k.

Tanka – March 2, 2014

olive tree at night

olive tree at night

swirling like nightmare,
I cursed your sad existence!
no comforting light,
black thoughts tumbled inside me,
walking in anger that night.

calmness soon returned …
my pace became more placid,
camera at hand
I took an eerie picture,
called it: olive tree at night.

Blackout – Haibun Thinking

Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm
Robert Burns

Blackout

In Italy the saying goes: “Revenge is a plate best served cold.”  Unfortunately (or maybe not), Leonella isn’t the sort of woman who puts her anger aside to seek revenge.  She never plans revenge, but neither does she allow a slight to pass her by with some sort of reply.

The day that she received the letter from the electric company stating she hadn’t paid her light bill, was annoying.  She got out her receipts and sent a copy to the address provided for just that purpose.  So, when three weeks later, her power got shut off, you can imagine her anger.

She screwed up her brows and began to give battle, getting angrier and angrier with every step she took to get the wrong she’d been done righted.  First the phone calls to a number provided which was of course a call center…and to no avail.  Then a trip to her local light company…the lady in the office on her computer was very nice and found the mistake, corrected it and said the power would be back in a matter of hours…which it wasn’t.  When she went back to the office, it was closed, for the weekend.

The problem finally straightened itself out, but her freezer load of food was ruined and she’d had to pass the weekend in a hotel.  She changed her light company and took the former company to court.  Won the case and was awarded recompensation…but her wrath never cooled…to this day when you mention the name of the company her eyes flash.

blackout then anger
careless errors mutiply
revenge sought in wrath

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Haibun Thinking

Anger – Kyrielle Sonnet

“Anybody can become angry – that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way – that is not within everybody’s power and is not easy.”- Aristotle

“In a controversy the instant we feel anger we have already ceased striving for the truth, and have begun striving for ourselves.”- Buddha

Rhyme-less Kyrielle Sonnet

Anger

once again you underline
everything not right in me
you pick and peck like a hen
and now I feel just worthless

anger should be my response
not just sitting back in shock
the hurt’s gone on much too long
yet each time it’s just the same

funny that for most of us
anger is to be avoided
when my problem as you see
is I cannot get mine out

tears that well up in my eyes
are anger’s condensation

For many years, I was unable to become angry.  I felt sad when attacked and I usually felt that somehow, I was always in the wrong, and would just feel worthless.

Though I’ve become better at feeling angry and getting resentment out in order to  defend myself from “bullies”, it is always an effort.  In fact, I very rarely argue or raise my voice, and would prefer to just leave rather than face unpleasantness.

In the past I could have read Aristotle’s beginning words in the quote above and expressed some very serious doubts about just how easy it is to become angry.  As for the Buddha, of course he is correct…but in fact in the above situation, a person who allows herself or himself to be bullied needs to search and to find their worth.  In my opinion, that is the first truth one must seek.

Of course the situation I lived in was not a “not being angry” reality.  The anger, deformed and turned inwards, was probably a part of my personality, that part of my character which wanted to be the martyr, like saying: “Look at poor me…what I have to go through as I carry the world’s troubles upon my shoulders, and now, also be mistreated.”  Not so cool I think and good to go forward leaving that sort of thing in order to have a better approach to life.

The quote that is right for me is the following (uhm) with-in limits:

“Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.”  – James Russell Lowell

This was written in response to Dungeon Prompts Season Two Week Four…my response for the prompt:  Anger Management.

 

Free Verse: Shainbird’s Inspiration

Ah…the health business…

Free Verse

Shainbird’s Inspirtation

I hope there is a place in Dante’s hell
For those who speculate,
On other people’s welfare
With the pretense of a cure.
Better still,
I would curse them to have to pay
Every cent that they have leached,
From the poor and desolate,
The sick and dying,
In a just Valhalla,
Created just for them
As a reward for
All that misery
They have wantonly sown.
And cursèd be
Every doctor’s careless glance
And every agent’s no…
For every policy cancellation
And every thoughless refusal,
I would that these be
Another brick in the fortress
That would imprision their sorded souls!
I’d wish for them a Karma…but with full consciousness
And know they then the misery that they have blithely blessed!
And for the good doctors,
A piece of heaven’s bliss
For we know the infinite value
Of a person who really cares
In this dark age where only profit reigns.

For Shainbird: Dispensing Years