"hana" poems
Pink blossoms falling,
warriors falling in kind;
Portland in springtime.
Hale, hearty hana
aloft on the vernal winds,
transient beauty.
Cut down in my prime,
someday, I, too, shall fall down,
fading into dirt.
Like my mother did,
and my father before me,
returning to dust.
Until then, I fight;
Until then, I carry on,
a blossom in Spring.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
He heard a last echoed clink of liquor-laden ice-cubes,
Stuck between two stools that screamed for company,
I gazed across his vacant stare to the barman –the silent DJ,
Professionally ignorant as I gestured my hoarse thirst,
I waited a little minute, another minute an’ just one more,
Enter our businessman, full-schedule, long-hauled to drink,
With a rib-eye steak of a face an’ breath surely barbecued,
Two satisfied cheeks, pink-puffed with brows fit for burial,
Teeth ground with tension but brighter than the lighting
A fungal-lung nose perched upon a smile that I could smell,
He plumbed himself wet-shave close to my stiffened neck,
“..Hana Drink..?” (Silence) best to follow the DJ’s example,
(Bullish huffs) (Lips licked) “.. Ya’ll wantin’ a drink, Mister?..”
Flustered by the company, I replied “..Non, Je think eh Je chi..”
A retort of sorts, faux languages not my degree, “..Leaba..Bed!”
Spluttered just at the end – an insulting first impression,
He seemed nervously joyous, loosened from being himself,
Yet his trouser belt buckled, pulled tight to conversation level,
An’ Redwood-trunk hands, alive with the latest deal struck,
“..Bedtime for us..” he bare-bawled, splitting my weary eyes,
His numbed arm clumsily flung around me, “..bedtime for us!..”,
DJ unmuted, the music paused, I mouthed softly “..just the bill..”
(Silence)
“..Who’s Bill?.. a friend?…Is he cute?.. So this drink?” I panic still.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
On the ground,
I keep an eye on the world,
the world of flowers,
I've seen succes like the Amaryllis,
the sweet sense of the Apple Blossom,
the desire of Camellia's passion,
and the forgiveness of the daffodil,
So many flowers in this world,
SO many possibilities
feels like a garden,
but something bothers me,
deep inside of me
something I always wonder,
watashi no hana wa doko desuka?
Where is my flower?
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
Beautiful flower poem in japanese:
Utsukushi hana:
Utsukushi hana no yona
Sore wa chimei-tekina kakusa reta toge o motte iru
Utsu no o matte iru
Umareta bakarita jinsei o shuryo suru
Hayai, sore o haishutsu suru
Sore ga kanso suu tame ni
Jinsei o mite kare
Fuyu wa kono michi o kuru toki,-suki
Katsute atatakakatta subete no seimei o korosu
Sore wa taikutsu ***** ita toyuu riyu dakede
Sono utsukushii hana
Sore no tame ni jinsei
Meiwakuna hachi no yona monodesu
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
I.
Ngozi yangu ni nyekundu
Choka wanaochukua kama mfuo
Bila ushunda na heshima
Waichezea kama kikapu cha samaki
I.
My exotic melenated skin is dark
Pasted with chalks that crease in mist
The world that sails with no justice and politeness
A sifted clan put in a basket like the unwanted fish
II.
Wainukia hii fedha, kwani sina mkopo
Hizi ndamu nyekundu zalia pilipili
Kwa uchungu umeomwangwa duniani
Haya si maneno ya sifa wala ya hatari
II.
Don’t smell at this treasure, for I have no debt
The bloods that pour in crimson and burn in hot pepper
The pain streamed from faces, a tainted worldly existence
Let these words not be seen as a praise and neither a threat
III.
Binadamu ulimwenguni wakifu
Kama mfalme mwenye hana taji
Umoja madada, pamoja makaka
Mkono tushikane kwa usawa, mdogo mdogo
III.
Humanity is a concept weft from the universal strains in cobalt abstracts
Lost in illusion like a king who is prided by invisible crowns
Together sisters, brothers, daughters and sons
Hold hands, spread the love in a united mesh, little by little
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Deep ruffled hair
She smells of sweet jasmine and Desi cooking
She emanates her culture
And shared it with me
She swirls around the room in a deep red saree
Her little sister watches inspired
A teacher with a good heart
Never failing to understand
A friend with a sweet smile
Never wanting to pretend
She is perfect in every way
And yet not
That’s why I like her
Oh and she’s hot
Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC
She once was a girl growing up in Chandlers Ford
Meanwhile it was in Warwick that he matured
Years later once they had both reached an age
They each moved to Nottingham where loves’ foundations were laid
There they worked on the same degree
And together went the same nightclub weekly
Where he let it known to him she were pretty
So became special place this for them; Rock City
It was just the beginning of what fun they would share
Gigs and festivals they’d embrace as a pair
Always enjoying most the Maccabees
Music was their making of happy memories
Until lifes’ professional path forced them astray
Seeds of love planted, but not together everyday
Weekends back and forth as a long distance lover
The wait would be worth it once back with one another
Some time passed and now both secure in a job
They felt a shared future they were sure of
So in each other they would invest
Henley-on-Thames they went to build a nest
Where they welcomed the new addition of pets
A pair of rabbits who they’ll never forget
For they’re the first lives together cared for
Which has been a success so let’s hope for more!
Now content and secure
Yet with still room for more
They hoped for a place to call their own
So in Wargrave they brought their first home
And filled it with the things that they shared
More than ever they felt together paired
True commitment awaited just one more thing
He took her to Brighton to present a ring
This brings us now to here today
Two families meet at Malmesbury; their halfway
And with friends here all to celebrate
The love that Tom and Hana have made
We witness them begin their next phase in life
The exciting togetherness of man and wife
A relationship they should wear with pride
We all know for him she is the perfect bride
Officially now linked at the heart
June 22nd is where these Hutchinsons start
Adventure commencing with African Safari
And relaxing beach for honeymoon
A pleasure that will pass all too soon
But from there they will live in one guarantee
Wherever next will be together
As they are most happily
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
like words
sold in churches
dissolved like a
communion wafer
on the tongue
of the infinite
like an
empty banquet
beneath a gothic arch
there is no conquering
it is the art
of no conquering
she said
and showed me
a bowl of fruit
some rotten
morsels in her ribcage
in the winter
parking lot
buick town car
we are riding across
the pavement of the east
and that’s the same ***
everyday he’s greedy
for my images
i keep them in the glovebox
with the receipts
i don’t look at him today
i can’t
see him in the mirrors
cutting up the scenery
something is misplaced
i’ve left it in
the bedroom
in the boxes
you are taking
down south
your precious hedge clippers
and crosby, stills
nash and young
do you really
need them?
down south
where they’ve got
horses
and go karts
and snakes
and tvs in their showers
and biscuits and gravy
and dust
and rodeo
and milk crates
and model ts
and model as
and all the other
so called
necessities
you say my cousin
my uncle
all are happy
your father
unknown as you are
unknown
this is what
is before me
he is closing
his eyes
and speaking:
“hana”
“dul”
“set”
repeat
“hana”
“dul”
“set”
it is the art
of no-conquering
he says
and smiles
beneath a ripped-out ceiling
beneath a vaulted space
return
he says
to breath
look through the images
he calls us
into our own bodies
into our own spaces
“hana”
“dul”
“set”
the absolute reality
he says
is where we are all god
“hana”
you shouldn’t be trying
to feel any certain way
“dul”
i came up with the idea
for flavored crust pizza
until those ********
at hungry howies
stole it
“set”
he is lighting a cigarette
she is pouring tea
she is taking off her underwear
“this world’s gonna keep on spinning”
“i wish i-“
“man i’mma get mine”
“aw **** it”
“no better than the man in the moon”
“need to get some new drywall in here”
“santa’s not cheap”
samsara
is
samsara
return to breath
“hana”
“dul”
“set”
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
It is quiet, even peaceful here,
out past Hana on Maui’s Isle.
Near Palapala Ho'omau Church,
This is where I have come to bide.
To listen to the Ocean’s roar,
to find what peace is left to me.
I could not hide from you, oh Lord
Not in the uttermost depths of the sea
My time is fast approaching when
I will lose this quarrel with disease.
The air is warm and liquid here,
It has a perfumed fragrance that
would bid a younger man to stay.
but Cancer bids me to fade away
As I will, I’ve seen the stone,
simple enough to mark my space..
In the Churches’ graveyard here
my friend Sam has made a place
I recall, when youth was dawning,
You gave me the Wings of the Morning.
Was it simple vanity
that made me venture the unconquered sea.
I took off from Roosevelt field alone
and touched down in Paris, far from home.
Now I am far from home again,
Death’s boney hand he offers, like a friend.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
And the red flowers will be stained with blood,
like the sunset sleeps at day,
and you will never know,
when I see your eyes,
when I see your smile,
they empty me like a ****** is in the back of your mind.
You have been tricked into becoming an insidious torture chamber,
concealed by a rainbow blinding us with different hues,
the colors are only an illusion placed by society,
no more freedom, forever shackled in your own head,
blankly staring at a mirror placed in front of you,
stuck looking at your own reflection,
the reflection of a mad man,
a lunatic,
what you have become.
Hiding your reflection from the colors by wearing a jubilant mask,
a flamboyant smile,
but I can taste the smell of death on you,
and it only reminds me,
that each day,
is another day,
and everyday is a knock,
by death,
six hundred,
sixty six,
knocks and your mind will fail.
So grab your shotgun,
and out goes,
insanity,
replaced with sanity
like Kurt Cobain,
171,
Lake Washington,
Boulevard East,
Seattle, Washington,
is where he was driven sane by the hues of the rainbow,
the illusions colors.
And like a butterfly that turns to a caterpillar, you will do the same.
So please awake me,
with the dull taste,
of your peeling skin,
cut through my nose,
and travel down my spine,
so I can unshackle you from the chains,
then you can leap,
above the screaming stars,
Akai hana ga chi de somassa remasu,
And the red flowers will be stained with blood.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
There's a ***** house in my mouth
Pierced and left to deflate
Tonight I'm gone
Imperative to maintain the fixation of the bonds
Clean shaven
Looking to make the happiest of dirt
Shriveled
The byproduct of a contaminated mans creation
History's gone
Slept on like a pillow in a bed of elements
The question in case is encased
Buried deep, pushing up daisies at arms length
The says have been said
This waste of time is a trend
And maybe there's something illicit inside you
Caked in 12 year old Scotch
A debauchery in progress
I want to pull it out
And kiss it back inside
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Let the snow petals fall around me enrobing me in their greatness, the sweet succulent scent of cherry blossoms emerge . My heart quickens to the excitement of the birthing spring near.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
He has never appeared in a Batman's movie.
Although it's very known, if it wasn't for the Batman show as corny as it was.
Many wouldn't love this character so.
With the zonk, wham, and bangs Adam West was the man.
Sure we aware of Michael Keaton and Christian Bale.
But none had the swag of West or Burt Ward appeal.
Or the talented actors that appeared.
Saying like to the Bat's cave.
Holy hana, Batman!
Or, just hearing ol' chap.
Cause truthfully , Boy wonder was hard to adapt too.
Especially come from another dude.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
this poor, delicate flower
being carried away by the whispers of the wind
once blooming the the morning's basking glow
now immortalized as a lost soul
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
Don’t want to be
Anyone but me
Right now
I hate this
Never have I before
And I hope I never will again
Habits I hate
And hopes I can’t give up on
Never-ending cycles
Again and again
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
hana
dul
set
net
I can still hear your voice
Echo in my still mind
My love and compassion go out to you
Our beloved Master and Teacher
The scent of raw sweat
On a padded floor
Explosion of screams
The release of energy
I can still feel the memory
On my untrained muscles
Of throwing a solid punch
And the sensation on my knockles hitting the cushion
The tension on my lower torso
Is still here
Lingering, whispering on my body
The relief of streching
And the peaceful meditation
After a crazy training
The passion building up
In my solar plexus
Where are you now?
I've come to talk to you again
Hey, if I don't try
I won't know
And as I wrap it up
I realise
You have left me happy
And my muscles sore
Still in love
With martial arts...
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
5-7-5 Haiku version:
Boku no haru,
de tenki ha ii desu,
hajimashou ka?
(Eng:
My summer
Where the weather is good
Let us finally begin?)
5-7-5-7-7 Tanka version:
Boku no haru
de tenki ha ii desu,
hajimashou ka?
Hana o sakimasu.
Mitteru yo, hayaku!
(My summer
Where the weather is good
Let us finally begin?
The flowers bloom
Come see this, quick!)
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
*Flowers are blooming
Took a glimpse of everything
So mesmerizing*
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
If only I could travel back time
Will I be able to make everything right?
Those flowers bloomed beautifully
Died leaving only wilted thorns
*Hey the letters you sent
I haven't read a single one of it
But now I regretted it*
And it fall, fall all had fallen
Like the white snow during that December's winter
You too, fall along the snowflakes
If only I could see the future
Will I be able to change my present?
What I had lost
I lost without knowing
*I see you laughing
Yet to me it sounds so sad
But I didn't care*
And it fall, fall all had fallen
Endless rain poured
Upon my eyes, thunderstorms came in
Ah, raindrops started to fall
Seasons repeatedly change
Same as people who I had met
But sadly memories couldn't
Like how my I love you's
Didn't turn into 'I had loved you'
Lovely lovely you
Who I deeply cherish
Who I deeply care
Who I had taken for granted
Who I had lost
If only I could rewrite the past
Those flowers will remain as pretty as you are
But now isn't the same with then
Just how you will never be here
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
bloomed in this garden of loneliness,
there was a flower that resembled you
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC