A Friend Arrives (友人が到着)

I was meandering,

through the infinite gardens

on a sunny day.

When who should arrive

as I took my photographs,

minding my business?

Mrs. Butterfly,

with her lazurian wings,

gently shimmering.

She landed near by,

on a stark blooming crimson,

resting from long flight.

We talked for a minute,

for what seemed like and hour.

No speech required.

A slight breeze picked up,

and she subtly explained,

how she must head out.

Her children waiting,

to take them to the flowers,

now that it is Spring.

So I saw her off,

waving as she fluttered by, 

heading to the sun.

I continued on,

strolling through the pleasant scents,

smiling forward.

So Lonely (そう孤独な)

It appears as if,

I live in a lonely world,

all by my lonesome.

Sitting in my room,

writing poetry like this.

Silent company.

I hear the voices,

through the heavy prison door.

Faces never seen.

All that can be done,

wonder if something is wrong.

Are these rumors true?

So what is it then,

that keeps me so far away,

from the rope or knife.

Do I tell myself,

that these things are real or not?

Who is it to say?

Should I contemplate

the lies behind the ending?

Keeping them away.

Alas, it is not so.

These feelings, temporary,

rumors always pass.

Someone is close by,

always there to turn the light,

to be your true friend.

To continue on,

through the dark door of sorrow,

to see the future.

Return from Peaceful Slumber (安眠からの復帰)

Celestialy,

soaring high to clouds above.

Always is the dream.

Friendly eyes greet me,

as I arrive on wings.

Certainly grand!

Seraphims stand guard

holding their sapphire spears,

wearing turquoise robes.

A silver dancer

takes me to my position.

Surrounded by hope.

Venus, Mercury,

names said so casually

in the open ari.

A diamond palace,

atop the heavenly hill,

awaits my return.

But why is it so,

as I near those golden gates,

I simply wake up?

Leaving to wonder,

why it is I have returned,

from peaceful slumber.

Solitary

Such a silent place,

where there is nothing around.

Only lifelessness.

Surrounded by stone.

Sentinels of timelessness,

these rounded markers.

A mist covered field,

full of shadowy figures,

but there is now speech.

Only the silence,

of those long past overdue.

Dreaming forever.

Lie in their caskets.

Time no longer immortal,

so here they stay.

In solitary,

I lay here and understand,

what all of it means.

Dark Reflection (暗い反射)

As I look at me,

in the hanging reflection,

I get so confused.

For I see these things,

that should  not be there at all.

It terrifies me!

These are like the horns,

that I see but do not feel.

So black and fearful.

And the glowing eyes,

evil and red in color,

as they stare on me.

A demon possessed

my mirror, may be the case,

but when, how and why?

Or it may perhaps,

just be the way that I look.

Do others see this?

So what is it that

causes such a disturbance,

in this silver sphere?

Perhaps we should all

look and see what is truly

in that dark mirror.

The Merchant's Egg (マーチャントのたまご)

 This is my personal favorite of the poems I will be posting today, It is so lovely and sad at the same time. Enjoy!

The merchant is here,

selling his wares on the streets,

giving a fair price.

People come afar,

to view his mystical pieces.

Looking and chatter.

His shelves hold clothing,

Persian rugs and Chinese jade,

even crystal balls.

But the favorite,

a gold, jewel encrusted egg,

from frozen monarchs.

Interest from all,

but when someone asks a price,

he simply replies:

"This beautiful one,

is not for sale, a gift for

my only daughter."

More people stopped by,

and they still kept on asking,

and he still replied:

"This beautiful one,

has no price, for it is a

gift for my daughter."

So he sold his wares,

and packed up his caravan.

Heading off for home.

He arrived later,

to a solitary grave,

and what he said was:

"This little one, is

all, only for you, my one,

my only daughter."

Winter (冬)

Winter has come now.

Soft white snow blankets the land,

it's everywhere!

Frost covered mornings,

the cold air is beautiful,

but nips at my nose.

It brings death with it,

leaving only pines and firs.

All others go hide.

But there is still hope,

for the first buds of new Spring,

are on swift horses.

Flowers (花)

Do you know of it?

The things that are so many,

yet are so few?

Knowledge of the sorld,

seen shining in their faces.

Quickly fading by.

Their time is so short,

yet they accomplish so much

with their elegance.

No one shall forget,

How they have delighted them.

Never leaving all.

Delicately with

their smiling, beckoning

with their happy air.

How is it, You Think? (それがどのように、思いますか？)

How is it, you think,

that the wind can blow its course,

to such distant lands?

How is it, you think,

the seas that show their vastness,

can have such power?

How is it, you think,

that the mighty pines and oaks,

can grow to such heights?

How is it, you think,

that the largness of mountains,

can divide nations?

To the many men,

who have such brilliant minds,

How is it, you think?

Gaia Contests

Recently I have entered a few contests on Gaia Online for their Modmas Event. I entered the events: Decorate the Modmas Tree - Ornament Contest, A Very Modmas Poetry Contest, Re-Inventing Santa, Short Story Contest, and Holiday Haiku Contest. These are my entries for the contests:

Decorate the Modmas Tree - Ornament Contest:

A Very Modmas Poetry Contest:

There is always something nice to be seen. 

During this wonderful time of the year,

Children are laughing, when no one is mean,

Everything so peaceful, nothing to fear.

There is snow falling, the family's here,

Enjoying their company, having fun.

Christmas dinner and everyon's all near.

Do you smell that? The turkey's almost done.

Present time, paper is everywhere,

Boxes and strings are all over the room.

The brand new toys everyone wants to share,

The smells of Christmas, and Grandma's perfume!

Gaia's the best family ever, dear.

Happy holidays and happy New Year.

Re-Inventing Santa:

I'll put this on another post!

Short Story Contest:

I'll put this one on another post!

Holiday Haiku Contest:

There is snow falling,

Everything so serene.

No place like Gaia.

Random Haikus

Here is even more of my old poetry, this time in the form of Japanese Haikus. Six Haikus about things that I think are beautiful, so what do you think?

Trees, graceful dancers.

While the wind is the music

They are dancing to.

 Summer kimonos,
 In colors of the rainbow,
 It all ends too soon

 

The Spring blossoms,
While the Winter brings the snow.

Time is illusion.

 

Cherry tree blossoms

Are so delicate and pink.

Winter, be over.

 

Graceful waterfall,

Serenity in its voice.

Falling down below

 

A beautiful fish,

Serpentine in its presence.

None have ever seen.

Scintillating Dreams

Here is another old poem, I literally made it up off the top of my head in about five minutes. It is about a love between two people that will never see each other again.

Scintillating Dreams

The sun is shining,
So scintillating.
Burning so brightly,
Disintegrating.

The sky is so blue,
Crystal clear, no clouds.
I want to be near,
But the growing crowds.

You wanted to talk,
but were pushed away.
I miss you so much,
Dreaming of the day.

Meeting you again,
No matter how far.
Whatever the cost,
By boat or by car.

We'd talk for hours,
Have a perfect time.
To be so lucky,
You are so sublime.

I've traveled so far,
To see only you.
You are my lover,
If only you knew.

I promised myself,
On that very day.
I'd say I love you,
In just this same way.

A dream where we meet,
Brings tears to my eyes.
I want to grow wings,
To fly through the skies.

Your eyes call to me,
I have to listen.
If I could just see,
The way they glisten.

The sun was shining,
So scintillated.
Lunar dreams so high,
Disintegrated. 

Old Poetry

Here are some of the poems that I wrote a while back. Hope you like them.

 The Shining Mountain

The wind is yearning, for it wants to see,
The mountain shining so brilliantly.
They have come near and far to see this sight
This wonderful hill of shining blue light.

A man I once knew, he traveled so far,
To see the spectacle some called bizarre.
And when he arrived at that sacred place,
Wrinkles disappeared that were on his face.

He was happy just like when he was young,
So jovial, that his beating heart sung.
And when he returned, there was such a stir,
The towns people were filled with much wonder.

The wind is yearning, for it wants to see,
That mountain that shines so brilliantly.

A Short Lovely Poem

 
The wind is so calm,

The water so blue.

When I see the clouds,

I'm thinking of you.

The stars are dancing,

The moon is so bright.

It's a reminder,

Of that fateful night.

When I said good bye,

But you said "Hello".

"I'll always be here,

So you'll always know."

There was snow falling,

When you told me this.

And that's when I knew,

From that lovely kiss.

The wind was so calm,

The water was blue.

I'll look for some clouds,

To remember you.