"sijo" poems
They told me it was metal,
but I didn't believe a word.
But now I find it's iron
of the strongest, finest kind.
Ah! Here is my little bellows,
I think I'll melt it down.
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Sun shines bright morning has come
Warmth reaches out grasping your soul
Tendency to resist all
Eyes closed tightly in denial
Heat on skin awakens within
Today will be glorious
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
Green candle on the altar
for the Buddha, Dharma, Sangha
Flickering the fire shines
golden light rays on brown table
Candle glows bought at hardware store
and on sale! so that's life
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 11:24 PM UTC
It was the day of the wedding of Mr and Mrs Epithalamium they looked quite the Heroic Couplet and full of Romanticism until the Englyn Prose-d the Questionku ‘ Do you take this woman’ … then in a wavering Iambic Pentameter voice the groom whispered ‘I do not know’ ….Mrs Epithalamium felt quite Dizain and tried to scratch out his Ruba’I, the Clerihew stepped forward to comfort her but tripped over some Concrete and felt like a right Cowboy. The brides father, the Russian Chastushka, grabbed the groom and with a Carpe Diem attitude threatened to Choka him.
The guests all gathered in an Enclosed Rhyme with the best man making quite a Dramatic Monologue, the brides mother had her Hybronnet knocked off her head and the chief bridesmaid had her Kimo torn in the affray. The young flower girls Haibun and Hamd both burst into tears as their Crown of Sonnets were totally destroyed.
The Rev. Pantoum pleaded for calm, then repeating his plea for the melee to stop started making a List of the damage, quick as a Ghazal and with great Imagism he protected the Crystalline glass from smashing into Ninette pieces. Meanwhile the poor bride was in a state of Nonet anxiously trying to get past the twins Munaajaat and Musaddas, her Idyll life had been turned upside down, today was the day she had hoped to change her Name to Triolet.
Alliteration watched while women wept, then stepped forward and with a Lyric in his voice asked people to calm down, he told everyone he had Naat come here to watch a display such as this and suggested they went for a hot Canzone to discuss the next move, Tanka and Tyburn readily agreed as they were very hungry and particularly as it was Free Verse it meant they could eat as much as they wanted. The nearly bride couldn’t give a Sijo if she never saw her ex again she was sick of being Kyrielle to and did not want anyone else’s Epyllion and with a final Than-Bauk stormed out of the club…
© 6/4/2013
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Purkyně lux lit lunatics conjure vignettes of geomancy.
There is mischief enchanting the wake: xenophagists fiending tricks.
For invokers, who bathe in moonlight, death is a good nights sleep.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Sijo 1
The rapid rattle fire, red tracers screaming in silent air,
woke me from half dream sleep--eyes open are better than eyes closed,
when ears are filled with black noise, and Victor Charlie wants me dead
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 4:52 PM UTC
It's in the scarred lines and scarlet gargles I often dwell
On the ugly, weighted, guttural g's of the word struggle
But followed easy and elastic by running tongue on teeth
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
It is winter and it is cold,
or am i just feeling old.
The shortest day is past so it is time,
to celebrate anew with a party sublime
and it costs naught, not a dime,
the event once a year, one-time.
A great event, a party, an event, a Do,
catch up on events and acquaintances renew.
Chase away this cold winters blue,
with friends and food and a good brew.
This Saturday coming as foretold,
come celebrate this special day twofold,
to reconnect with friends of old
and to dispel the winters cold.
Sijo Robert Z
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
What's my Problem, Doc? It's that simple-glaze sugary madness
That gingerbread, paired with lysol and lipstick: paired with street and box
Those perfect, angular crumbs that file my highbrow into conformity
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
The form of Sijo is basically the following -
3 4
4 4
3 4
4 4
3 5
4 3
Where each number represents a phrase of syllables, with a line break in between (space over about five spaces). In three stanzas of two lines each, the first stanza is an introduction, the second stanza is a development of the first, and the last stanza is a conclusion. See some of the examples of Sijo inside.
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 4:37 AM UTC
Regular training tonight, that's right,
nothing new, no fright i cite.
So we will start at last light, to ignite and incite,
your skills to manage conflict and fight.
But also your health and your might,
to improve, increase and help forthright.
So, it's cold alright, alright, but despite this blight,
come training tonight, tonight; Alright?
Sijo Robert Z
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
The hair parts on the right side
reminding him of all the grease
that needs soap for the haircut
in a winter that has some hair
growing up on top of the heads
of the people who they are!
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 4:42 AM UTC
Coffee stain on a white cup
painted with black for fine art's sake
goes walking within my hands
to the bathroom for a cleaning.
"Wash your cup!" the zen master said
and the student broke on through.
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 9:08 PM UTC
I drank beer, one double beer
and am writing about nothing
because now not knowing will
save us, today, on top of this
chair with pen in the unknown hand
that holds the ink of knowing.
May 29, 2010
May 29, 2010 at 9:05 AM UTC
Shadows creep across the floor
Stretching their hands to clutch your soul
In the dark fear reigns supreme
Always searching for an escape
There's no need to await the sun
There is only your embrace
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 8:28 PM UTC
Music sweet, happy birdsong
about loving everyday life
here at home in nirvana
which is the same as what this is,
so, mind sings a Great Dharani
which is the same as music!
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 4:41 AM UTC
Hard to know the number of "friends" that live out past where lawn meets wet
Their dusk song speaks of a throng that participates post sunset
Slick wet sopranos sing a stream with sudden baritone splashes
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
No waste here in the office
of poetry where we gain some
wisdom, of course, I don't know
what that is, but I sort of do.
When the pen runs out of ink, fix
the thing and then write again.
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 6:13 AM UTC
Coming In Through Dark Portals
Surfacing Mind Testifying
Death of Mine Explainable
Venomous Gland Strikened with Clout
Although Cold Breath of Life Still Warm
Risen Again Before Long
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC
**Tomorrow We will take death
Before we must Sacralize**
**We shall feast Last Sacrament
Liquors, Harvests Plump guts, Drunk voices**
**Divine Ghosts Eat,Drink,Be Merry
For Tomorrow We shall die**
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 8:57 AM UTC
In limbs outstretched like grandiose wisefolk, the eve's magnolian
Flame-feathered finch saw naught, went unseen: crown of tree, bead of red
Kindled prayers granted ageless passage to embrace the sun and kiss the sky
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
We put up big White Walls, Neon Lights induce a Heart attack
Our Demons Burn; Royals Unconditionally Young & Beautiful
We see only Blurred Lines: even if we Say Something, We Can't Stop
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Gasping stars awaken in the break of night, ordained to defend
Gaping at the grasp of man, potent muscles tuned with starlit sky!
She gasps awake in the break of being, ordained to pretend
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
A Skill half completed is wrong -
making one weak and not strong.
A Journey half traveled is wrong
even when the journey is very long.
Like a word once given, can not be removed,
even if the task promised is disapproved.
When such a word is taken back; moved,
for a bad character makes; that is proved.
Unfinished journeys,promises and tasks,
make the giver of such, like a wearer of masks.
One knows not when to trust or doubt,
When such a one is about.
When you word is your promise, when given;
when your worth by truth and honor is driven.
For who speaks thus with compassion,
that one will rarely be out of fashion.
Sijo Robert Z
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC