Natsume Soseki

Watch birth and death:
The lotus has already
Opened its flower.

Natsume Soseki

The lamp once out

Cool stars enter
The window frame.

Natsume Soseki

On New Year's Day
I long to meet my parents
as they were before my birth.

Nick Virgilio

Lily:
out of the water
out of itself

my humor

my poems are all

but whimsical in nature...

my humor is rock

5-10-7

All is but a dream

To pick a flower without it dying

Do I need to pity you?

Morning rain pitter-

patters on ripe lily pads

Woke up to morning asphalt

Crossed legs and small feet,
Like a dog's wagging tail,
Patience is virtue

Sticky, wet, plip plop, 

Comes with grey, drizzle, showers,

I rather stay dry

Car horns and cheering,

A time of celebration,

Let's go Superbowl

Too much monkey mind

Helps no on inside or out

A catastrophe

E. E. Cummings

I care not greatly

Should the world remember me

In some tomorrow.

There is a journey,

And who is for the long road

Loves not to linger.

For him the night calls,

Out of the dawn and sunset

Who has made poems.

"Hokku"

Harvard Monthly. Cambridge, April 1916.

Put on eye shadow

Then some marasca and blush

Sometimes words scramble

5-7-7

Where lambs roam in grass,
Tall blades ripple as horse hair
Whip like colors of the wind

Adept as she is,

Bending the impossible

Bamboos would envy

Willian E. Woodruff

a fried egg, left

in the microwave too long

now a fried chicken

Shiki Masaoka

面白や

かさなりあふて

雪の傘

It's interesting.

Lied one upon another

The umbrellas in the snow.

Dawn of the new year

Supermoon flaunting its size

Why don't we gaze at?

Happy birthday me

My time, happy, fine, or bad

I don't have to share

A year renewed-- grand

resolutions told are what

we can just aim for.