Tag: verse
member name: Jeff Tuthill
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June 17, 2008 02:14 PM EDT --
alert piercing eye
striking blue with lavish crown
glorious peacock
( A haiku celebrating the magnificence of the peacock.)
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October 10, 2007 10:06 AM EDT --
Here is my Halloween Poem for 2007. I hope it gets you in that scary mood for All Saints Day!
Breeze In The Boneyard
In the dread of night when most are dead asleep, . . . more
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October 08, 2007 02:08 PM EDT --
The soreness of each finger,
Pricked upon the thorns of time.
Bleed but a little and pain so much,
While each of us age past our prime.
Growing old may not assure a sage,
Yet ache of aging . . . more
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November 30, 2006 05:39 PM EST --
(I composed this poem from viewing a photograph of a person staring sadly through a window.)
Darkly through the window peering.
Winsome choked by black refrain.
Shadowed sadness stoically searing,
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October 18, 2007 12:35 PM EDT --
Tsunahiki Festival is a tug of war contest held in many villages on Okinawa, Japan. A giant rope consisting of two portions, one representing male and one representing female, is joined together to start . . . more
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October 08, 2007 05:38 PM EDT --
Here is a poem I composed about a sacred memorial in Okinawa called Himeyuri-No-To which is referred to in English as the Cave of Virgins. It is the site of deep emotion and sadness for many Okinawans, . . . more
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January 17, 2008 12:44 PM EST --
"The following is an acrostic poem that I composed for my beloved wife Mitsuko ."
M itsuko rose into my life
I n time to rescue me from strife.
T esting my resilience . . . more
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April 26, 2006 02:48 PM EDT --
A corridor to mystic seas,
Where waters rise like angry bees.
Then subside in calm with a gentle yield,
Serene and white as a cotton field.
The waters withdraw once more thru the corridor
And repeat . . . more
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October 17, 2007 09:16 PM EDT --
(This is being re-published by request for allthingsjapan.gather.com)
Here is a poem I composed about a sacred memorial in Okinawa called Himeyuri-No-To which is referred to in English as the Cave . . . more
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November 20, 2006 02:19 PM EST --
graceful junipers
play and bathe in bright sunlight
a calm sea of green
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June 02, 2008 06:12 PM EDT --
Drops of sweat glisten in the sun,
Trickling down flushed-out cheeks.
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April 24, 2006 03:32 PM EDT --
The majority of us on Capitol Hill
Are consumed by paper chases.
But when he flagrantly showed his will,
He fell quickly from our graces.
No other Senator could believe his gall;
What was this newbie . . . more
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November 02, 2007 04:56 PM EDT --
The room closed in upon me like a collapsing cage
First sensation after inhaling mystical sage
Intoxication woven in gossamer layers
Shrouding me euphoric as if by primal prayers
Salvia summons . . . more
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December 29, 2006 01:14 PM EST --
In ancient Greece, millennia ago
The people of Santorini thrive.
Thera erupted in pyroclastic flow,
Leaving a mere fraction to survive.
It is said the great volcanic blast
Rose twenty-five miles into . . . more
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February 12, 2008 12:41 PM EST --
Nakajin Castle (Nakijin-jo) ruins are in the Nago region of Okinawa. Many Uchinanchu go
there to pray at shrines on the ruins site. I have visited there several times and have also . . . more
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April 20, 2006 11:00 AM EDT --
I recently visited the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco. While touring through and examining the artifacts, I began to wonder what happens in these majestic halls at night after closing time. . . . more
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October 30, 2007 06:21 PM EDT --
I imagined I was in a Fine Art Museum after closing. On display were six of my favorite pieces. Here is a free verse poem describing what I beheld.
People stroll about On the Terrace at Sainte-Adresse . . . more
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December 21, 2007 07:47 PM EST --
Here's my poem for Christmas 2007.
Hid 'neath the covers waiting for Santa to arrive,
Listening intently for those sleigh bells to jingle.
On Christmas Eve a child's fancy . . . more
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December 28, 2007 04:27 PM EST --
Birdsong rings-in the dawn,
As light creeps over night
A glaring seed shall spawn
To bring the morning bright.
Slowly rises the sun,
Greeting like an old man . . . more
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February 22, 2006 12:12 PM EST --
Here is a quick poem I composed about sailing that uses some sailing termonology. I hope you enjoy it.
Swiftly draws the Johnny sloop
upon the mirrored lake.
Her jib billows like a scoop
from . . . more
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