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Carsyn Smith Jun 2014
I wonder, love, if you see
these stars that hang over me
or if you, so far away,
forget to look up?
My first attempt at a Doditsu poem...
The horizon was pure Magic:
Pink blue white softness ~ Light born
At the sunset ~ full Moon in bloom. . .
Saw you on wheels  ~ son!
Dodoitsu
7/7/7/5

Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic traveller
a blue winged butterfly
pirouetted in the garden
like a pretty ballerina
twirling on the stage
LD Goodwin Mar 2013
India women dip white
linen cloths into vats of
the most beautiful colors,
Yogis meditate.


*Dodoitsu 7,7,7,5  Japanese style of poetry. Circa 1600s. Often concerning love or work, and usually comical.  In my case I was trying to show an analogy between dipping into meditation and the dipping of cloth in a vat of dye. But I also found it humorous that the men meditated, while the women worked.
Harrogate, TN March 2013
eve's elongated shadows
darkened the atmosphere
for the company of hikers
trekking Milton Ridge
cicadas thrummed all day
as the sun searingly shone
their drumming beat abated
when the cool breeze came
the rock face had altered
after years of weathering
it had gone from rough to smooth
this is erosion
the rain's damp streaming tendrils
caressed the dry landscape
with a kindly moistening
to revive its soils
Hilda Aug 2014
in eastern meadow and wood
mushrooms of lemon and beige
strawberry and creamy white
flood me with rapture
© Hilda August 22, 2014
as the ***** ***** wind whirled
it splayed plumes of dust
across the salt-bush terrain
on that dry May day
Presently, this poem is the poem of the week, on the Oz Poetic Society website.
as eve fell a pair of swans
flew across the serene lake
to settle near a pontoon
till dawn came again
across the crystal clear lake
the swans did gracefully glide
their deportment o'er water
calm in countenance
as the yacht neared the pier
the crowd applauded loudly
for the lone yachtsman had won
against the rough seas
night time doth slowly encroach
on the creatures of the bush
their activity shall quieten
as the stars sparkle
Joseph Merrick once told me,
"We are superficial *****.
Beauty is only skin deep.
Mankind is the FREAK."
give a thought to the nurses
they're on duty twenty four seven
they tend and care for the sick
all over the world
To-day, is International Nurses Day.
the scent of sweet lavender
which floated through the pretty field
reminded him of a girlfriend
in his college days
paddocks dry cry out for rain
crops all wilting neath the strain
hopes of a harvest gone
drought's grip stays too long
Sitting in my clean dress clothes
looking for a distraction
Sunday I will make amends
until then I dream
a lambent sphere of sunlight
doth grace our patch of landscape
the gullies and hillsides
glimmer in its rays
Alexa Sz May 2010
His body is round and plump
his stomach drags on the ground
his legs vanish in his fat
Watch out he might pop!
This is a dodoitsu. This is a Japanese type of poetry usually about love or humor. The syllable use is 7-7-7-5 unlike a haiku which is 5-7-5.
she's a social butterfly
flying to all engagements
her wings work at a fast pace
flitting here and there
gorgeous sparkling pinholes
bejewel the night sky's cape
millions of stunning sequins
glistening diamonds
the satirical poet's violin
was remarkably played
by our Beryl's fabulous bow
so gifted its string
a mother duck piloted
her ducklings across the creek
as they were unfamiliar
with its flowing course
Marius Surleac Apr 2010
The words I wrote on the sky
with stars instead of blue ink
- signs of my heart's vibrations
on top of this soul

**© Marius Surleac
glimmering sunlight played
on the ocean as fish shoals
were herded into tight bunches
by ravenous sharks
on that balmy night in June
the young lovers lingered
under the swaying  palm trees
to ardently kiss
Ryan Holden May 2017
Love is like marrow to bone,
It stays attached whilst living,
But as love dies and weakens,
Decay breaks the bond.
First attempt at Dodoitsu, enjoy :)
her sweet lavender perfume
attracted his attention
he was drawn to the woman
who wore this bouquet
the vast bush skies are alight
with a panoply of stars
they captivate the viewer
stunning is their blaze

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