haiku-grish

Haiku-grish: High mined title for an attempt at haiku in Reverse Engrish.  Does anyone know what the Japanese call our silly attempts at they’re tongue?

I often wonder how our English haiku translates into Japanese.

Since I love to write;

HAIKU # 1      *L*

Laughing monkey dances

while bird swallows rain.

HAIKU #2      ^L^

 

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It really was a very pleasent strole.

I Came Alive

Who am I?

I was wondering.

So I Came Alive!

*

There is you.

Now I have

another drive.

*

Where am I?

I was wondering,

so I moved on.

*

Where are you?

Did you follow me,

did your heart lead you?

*

Who are we?

Are we one where once

there were two?

*

Look at me.

Am I

the mirror of you?

*

Oh, but it’s true.

I can not love

without you.

*

Do you need me?

I was wondering.

So I Came Alive.

VULCAN

Under sheets of red flames dancing.

Lay the glow of glorious lore.

*

Staring brightly on the gazer.

Shifting with each inner pore.

*

Dancing, twirling, madly spinning.

All around the cherry core.

*

Drumming, piping, chants and singing.

Open wide the shifting door.

*

From red to violet, white to cherry.

Into oil and back for more.

.

Pounding, folding, deeply glazing.

Draw Gaea’s steel for glorious war.

 

NEVERMORE…

Long ago and far away…

I remember you

like it was yesterday.

.

I remember the kisses you gave…

Before we waved…goodbye.

.

So long ago…

.

Yesterday and days before.

I had to leave, for a distant shore.

Oh, it’s just the nature of war…

I might see you, Nevermore…

.

No no no more.

No no no more

.

Oh no…no…no.

Nevermore!

The Forest

Take me down to The Forest.

I need a cool breeze.

Rest my soul in the shadow of those,

who know the ways of trees.

.

Take me down to The Forest.

The one with the bright green leaves.

Like pages of shinning glories,

written by those who still believe.

.

I need to heal my bleeding. 

I need to soothe my pain.

I need to see the fairies dancing 

in the flowering misty glade.

.

I need to turn a new leaf,

calm my wandering mind.

I need to turn a new page

and step beyond.

.

Take me down to the Forest.

Where the mouse loves to play.

Sink me into her deep deep roots

where I can bask in her many ways.

.

Take me down to The Forest.

A powerful passion play.

A new world order, yes,

but in a bright green way.

.

I need to air my spirit in the

green sparkles of the sun.

And welcome up a new day,

as The Forest sings as one!

.

If I come knocking,

open wide your door.

The branches above are reaching out

for each other forever more.

.

Take me down to The Forest.

I thank soft shadow and cool breeze.

I need to see the growing,

and the spreading of the seeds.

.

Take me down to The Forest.

Share the harvest please.

I need to taste of the bittersweet,

and bless the fruiting trees.

 

Shadow

Somebody’s Shadow is hanging round my wall.

My window’s open in the rain.

The full moon’s chasing memories across my field.

I’m praying for one more crop of grain.

.

Seven years behind this lonely plow.

Seven years since I heard you call.

Seven years that shadow pulled me down the hall.

To where your picture hangs.

.

Ah Life!  What’s it going to be?

Will there be anything at all?

Ah life!  What’s it mean to me?

Did I misread the shadow on the wall?

.

I’ve seen your silhouette, in the morning fog.

Full moon hanging low.

One morning I will embrace that ghostly fog.

Where we’ll go, I don’t know.

.

Your shadow pulls me down that lonely hall.

Where seven generations hang.

To the end, where your eyes are still dancing,

in front of your picture frame.

.

Ah life!  What’s it going to be?

Will there be anything at all?

Ah life, what’s it mean to me?

Did I misread the shadow on the wall?

.

Seven years, that’s a long long time.

To be strapped behind this lonely plow.

I tried to leave, you know I did.

But you call, call, call me down that dusty hall.

.

Seven years your shadow pulled me down

to where your picture hangs.

I see your eyes. I see your smile.

I see room for one more frame.

.

Ah life!  What’s it going to be?

Will there be anything at all?

Ah life!  What’s it meant to me?

Will I become another shadow on the wall?

.

Ah life.

Spirit Fog

Spirit Fog rolled by my back window last night.

I moved from the North.

I asked Spirit Fog to reveal itself.

Spirit Fog would not.

I said, “But, you must reveal yourself”!

Spirit Fog calmly considered this.

Spirit Fog said, “I don’t have to do anything”.

It seemed Spirit Fog grew stronger, as it receded

into the moonlit, silver tipped, landscape.

Spirit Voice moved to the North.

Spirit Voice said, “Spirit Fog needed that resolve”.

 

Just Another Day

Just Another Day.

Sometimes it feels that way.

What can I say?

.

Goodbye is so yesterday.

.

Before you go,

I want you to know.

Baby, I can’t live without you.

.

If you go away,

I will pray, you never

have to live through.

.

Just Another Day.

Sometimes it turns out that way.

What can I say?

.

Goodbye is so yesterday.

.

BRIDGE

.

Just another day.

Please chase those rainclouds  away.

What can I say?

.

Goodbye is so yesterday.

.

While your still here.

Let me whisper in your sweet ear.

Baby, I love you.

.

Don’t go away.

I’m begging you to stay.

Stay, please stay!

.

Just Another Day.

We could work it out someway

If I had my say.

.

Goodbye would never

happen today.

MONKEY

Monkey see monkey do.

You dress like me, but I ain’t you.

The people laugh behind your back

I buy my clothes off the rack.

.

Don’t let the man jerk you around

He’s the only one getting rich in this old town.

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Oh momma, unlock my cage.

I got to express my rage.

.

Monkey see monkey do.

You dress like me, I look like you.

Everywhere I go, you wear my clothes.

I’m getting a me, overdose.

.

Don’t let the man jerk you around.

He’s the only one getting rich in this old town.

.

Monkey!

Good Old Daze

Here I sit with pen

(oops) make that keyboard

in hand.

Trying to write

what I scarce understand.

My mind (gosh, make that computer)

A jungle of half formed plans.

I spew (heavens, make that send)

into the land.

Thoughts that have no form

like sand.

Sand?  Cool

We can make a mother board

bored?

You bet!

Give me a cat with a bird to kill.

I’ll cook his hide and pluck a quill.

I’ll bleed for ink and if the sheep are still.

I’ll get a skin to write my will.

Oh for the Good Old Daze.