Morning Haiku and Waka- Choka – December 14, 2014

in the land of light
fairies, jinn and kami
love to give gifts
they know no special days
always generous
they give all throughout the year
harmony and peace
and laughter are their songs

winter wonderlands –
in deserts, woods and parks
the wee folk teach us
how to live in peace and light
just by living life

© G.s.k. ‘14

 

Today’s there is a special photo edition of the Morning Haiku and Waka over at  Through the Eye of Bastet please click the link to see it!

Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie – Fairy Tale Prompt and BJ’s Shadorma & Beyond

The Spirit of Christmas – Naani and Shadorma – December 9, 2014

A group of street beggars dressed as metal statues sit in downtown Rome, Italy, on December 19, 2012. Photo: AFP

Photo Credits – A group of street beggars dressed as metal statues sit in downtown Rome, Italy, on December 19, 2012. Photo: AFP – South China Morning Post

In the cold lonely streets
Beggars ask for charity –
The fur covered ladies
Are generous at Christmas

Don’t pretend
Be honest within
Charity
Harmony
Aren’t Christmas decorations
They’re a way of life

© G.s.k. ‘14

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Morning Haiku and Waka – Sedoka – November 29, 2014

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 no place to go to
aimless I walk down the path
lost inside my wayward thoughts

where did our love go
when it dried up like fall leaves –
first flakes of new-born snow fall

(c) G.s.k.

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A sedoka is a poem created by writing two katauta or stanza of 5/7/7 syllables … each stanza is a stand alone poem, but they complete themselves being placed together.

The Mountain Sprite -Shadorma and Trochaic Meter – November 10, 2014

 

Yurixy Dark Forest by Holybr via Deviantart.com. Creative Commons.

The Mountain Sprite

Wandering
In the autumn woods
Pondering
Dreamily
A song came into my heart
Inspired by a sprite …

High in mountains living wildly
With a wisdom based in fire, she
Sings her spells and works her magic
Laughing, dancing with old phantoms …

With a hi lo dum di rum-ly
With a springing step in passing
Twinkling bright as bright moon beams, she
Howls in chorus with the stormlings.

Wake now, walk on in the mountains
Wade the rivers, walk the meadows
Meet the Lady where she wanders
Though you may not see her spirit.

High in mountains living wildly
With a wisdom based in fire, she
Sings her spells and works her magic
Laughing, dancing with old phantoms …

 

(c) G.s.k. ’14

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Grey Mums – Double Kyrielle Sonnet – November 3, 2014

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Grey Mums

Standing in the cold rain all day
Wishing there were another way
She felt no joy, no spark of life
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

He slashed out and he meant to hurt
He made her fell as cheap as dirt
Another day of useless strife
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

Jaded feelings under fall’s clouds
No sun could burn away those shrouds
She was e’er a dutiful wife …
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

Standing in the cold rain all day
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

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The hearse wove through the city streets
The crowd looked on in dark defeat
Laid serene in her bed of wood
It seems no on had understood

Pneumonia took away her breath
Leading to her untimely death
The doctors did all that they could
It seems no one had understood

Satisfied by the mourners, he
Knowing that he’d walk away free …
Selling Mums in the rain she’d stood
It seems no on had understood

The hearse wove through the city streets
It seems no on had understood

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Standing in the cold rain all day
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife …
The hearse wove through the city streets
It seems no on had understood.

Written for BJ’s Shadorma & Beyond – Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie and The Sunday Whirl

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Yoga (I Watched Him Stretch) – Rondine and Shadorma – October 26, 2014

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I watched him stretch his graceful limb
Beautiful – t’was the sight to see
I looked at him then down at me
Knowing I’m just not made like him …

Concentrating and feeling grim
(Thinking it better that I flee …)
I watched him stretch

I went to his course on a whim
A morning workshop which was free
(My shoulders ache, so does my knee …
His yoga took me to the rim)
I watched him stretch

ah yoga
memory of youth
relaxing
refreshing
but there’s yoga and yoga
limping, I reflected.

(c) G.s.k. ’14

 

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I went to a yoga workshop yesterday morning and to say the least it was an experience.  I’ve practiced yoga in the past and since the first course I took back in 1976, I’ve practiced it with other yoga masters and have also done Pilates, stretching, tai chi, and Aikido.  I’m a licensed Shatsu therapist, now retired because of arthritis in the knees and I admit, I’m out of shape.

I was expecting a normal yoga course with a little tai chi added (as he said) but what I found was a gauntlet, something that might be called “cross-over yoga”.  Most of the postures were on hands and knees with a lot of shoulder work.  We were 5 women .. average age 55 .. except for a lovely young thing of around 20 who had no problems at all. (Oh I’d told him of my physical problems btw.)The rest of us were stumbling and sweating like fountains, one lady felt nauseated from the efforts.

At the end of the meet, he asked us what we thought.  As usual the Italians (especially Trentini) are very courteous … one lady, a regular (who had had even more problems than I) said that it was easier than usual (I though: OMG!) … the other lady complained of her lack of co-ordination and said she probably shouldn’t have eaten breakfast before coming to the workshop … the third that she’d never practiced yoga in that way and found it delightfully challenging (!) … the young thing talked about her needing to improve her posture.

I, being an American and besides at nearly 63, let’s say a little outspoken, said that I found it far too advanced for me and if it was so easy for the first lady, I shuddered to think what difficult would be. At which point the campaign to convince me that it was a matter of working into the exercises to obtain the benefits of his version of yoga began (I said that if I survived, it would probably be very beneficial).

Afterwards out of earshot, two of the ladies agreed with me (cowards).  Ah to be young again ….

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The first poem  is a rondine …  was introduced by Jen on this week’s BJ’s Shadorma and Beyond for Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie.

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Marduk’s Lament – Pleiades – October 18, 2014

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Moonbeams fell that night and
Magically lit the path,
Marriage he’d propose, since
Mad in love was he … but
Mary had gone away
Meaning ne’er to return …
Marduk said morosely:
“Mysterious is love!”
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(That poor sod –
His heart was destroyed!
Overcome
And Depressed …
Until he saw young Sybil
Walking on the beach …)
(c) G.s.k. ’14
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