tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10429950640317292762024-03-14T01:55:40.380-07:00Haiku ( new )Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-81420499516827863892010-09-13T11:53:00.000-07:002010-09-13T11:53:41.202-07:0011 september Haiku<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/TI5yVoSpyAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/SukwsCxyTNg/s1600/6a00d834515edc69e200e54f3a47b38834-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/TI5yVoSpyAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/SukwsCxyTNg/s320/6a00d834515edc69e200e54f3a47b38834-800wi.jpg" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">11/9<br />
turning point<br />
reversed clock<br />
<br />
war<br />
4<br />
ever<br />
<br />
anguish<br />
man<br />
no rest</span> <br />
</div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-42296290985924561892010-09-01T03:37:00.000-07:002010-09-01T03:37:10.990-07:00Haiku ( new ): Cicada Haiku, by Roy Lindquist<a href="http://haikuroy.blogspot.com/2010/09/cicada-haiku-by-roy-lindquist.html">Haiku ( new ): Cicada Haiku, by Roy Lindquist</a>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-19460689909907485592010-09-01T03:29:00.000-07:002010-09-01T03:29:02.848-07:00Cicada Haiku, by Roy Lindquist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/TH4qFy6XN-I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/q5n805Yhgkk/s1600/02c12d1f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/TH4qFy6XN-I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/q5n805Yhgkk/s320/02c12d1f.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">august moon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">song of life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">cicada</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to short</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">breathless</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">floating </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">not to morrow</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">now</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Life is too short, only this moment...enjoy</span> </span></div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-22806165294219374472010-07-11T12:04:00.000-07:002010-07-11T12:04:13.712-07:00Not forgotten ( Haiku )<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/TDoVaiY8XMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wqHTArZduIE/s1600/03308a5d5cf616b03d9431dd2723ad57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/TDoVaiY8XMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wqHTArZduIE/s320/03308a5d5cf616b03d9431dd2723ad57.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">treasure <br />
folded "Kami"<br />
in my heart<br />
<br />
wristwatch<br />
rusted<br />
forgotten time<br />
<br />
headstone<br />
buried song<br />
nightingale<br />
<br />
susemuzi<br />
sing my song<br />
once again</span>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-25296973809549120882010-07-11T12:01:00.000-07:002010-07-11T12:01:00.876-07:00To my Haiku friends<span style="font-size: large;">blazing sun <br />
fox cub<br />
curious among the trees<br />
<br />
midnight sun<br />
old fox<br />
past my garden<br />
<br />
past forgotten<br />
renewed appearance <br />
seldom joy </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/TDoUsFxj2pI/AAAAAAAAA7I/MgkhvMtdvgc/s1600/young+fox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/TDoUsFxj2pI/AAAAAAAAA7I/MgkhvMtdvgc/s320/young+fox.jpg" /></a></div>Haiku by Fujieda Teruo 11.july 2010Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-50459726034831120962010-02-16T05:36:00.000-08:002010-02-16T05:36:06.294-08:00Returning HOPE ( haiku )<span style="font-size: large;">melting snow<br />
hopefully<br />
another spring<br />
<br />
blue kanji<br />
glimpse of sun rays<br />
behind Sula <br />
<br />
faded dreams<br />
awake<br />
bird song</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thanks to Hiruta-san, I wrote my first haiku fore a long long time absent.... </div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-31807295631076607172010-01-20T11:38:00.000-08:002010-01-20T11:38:44.408-08:00To write ore not to write Haiku ?I have fore a long time not been writing Haiku. Mood has changed and emptines has got hold of me! Internet make me feel very lonesome, even you all are out there some where in the big world.<br />
I just celebrated my 60th birthday and life is going into a new area. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am running a funeral business, and death is often taking the lead of my thoughts and make me feel down. But life has its shinig times too. This summer my oldest son was married, and that was an unforgettable and joyful event.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hope all my friends are in good healt and enjoy life<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sincerely<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Roy<br />
</div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-17777467194808555872009-11-16T03:57:00.000-08:002009-11-16T03:57:02.607-08:00Only once; a Haiku of life by Roy Lindquist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SwE9LhfXHII/AAAAAAAAA3I/5QaWqtkNaqI/s1600/13112009399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SwE9LhfXHII/AAAAAAAAA3I/5QaWqtkNaqI/s320/13112009399.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">winter glory<br />
coral dew<br />
gone tomorrow<br />
<br />
man <br />
existence<br />
like vice<br />
<br />
we meet<br />
in a moment<br />
just now</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This is only at this moment we live, and only in this moment we meet. Tomorrow is not borne. Thanks my friend!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Roy </span> <br />
</span></div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-68604511488067664862009-10-19T02:05:00.000-07:002009-10-19T02:05:14.866-07:00Stare of Bethlehem: by Roy Lindquist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Stwou3GNdlI/AAAAAAAAA3A/uBBKv3_SPww/s1600-h/Bethlehem-southwest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Stwou3GNdlI/AAAAAAAAA3A/uBBKv3_SPww/s320/Bethlehem-southwest.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: blue;">( click on photo to enlarge)</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">thousand stars</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the never ending universe</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">child enjoy</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">thousand stars</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">confuse</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">old mans fear</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">boat of life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">need direction</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">stare of Bethlehem</span></div><br />
I am tired of searching all the answerers, the "Old book" still is the leading stare in the universe of all the questions in the world. There is so many "is-ems" like atheism...but all is about beliefs. Those who say: I dont belief there is any God, they too own there own belief. Atheism is a belief too! If you believe in "nothing", then that's your belief...its a belief, ore your sort of religion...emptiness .<br />
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This is an English haiku ( not Japanese)<br />
RoyRoy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-36736256089652035842009-10-12T02:31:00.000-07:002009-10-12T02:31:33.158-07:00Autumn Haiku by Roy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/StL21Ie58NI/AAAAAAAAA24/yt5INVpsLII/s1600-h/Steinelva2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/StL21Ie58NI/AAAAAAAAA24/yt5INVpsLII/s400/Steinelva2009.jpg" /></a><br />
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<b style="color: blue;">( Click on photo to enlarge )</b>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-19901760223284736832009-10-08T01:34:00.000-07:002009-10-08T01:34:53.618-07:00Sunrise of hope?; Haiku by Roy Lindquist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Ss2jgvAoiBI/AAAAAAAAA2w/AT-Z3jVpHfA/s1600-h/2963448-Japanese-pearl-divers-graves-at-Somerset-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Ss2jgvAoiBI/AAAAAAAAA2w/AT-Z3jVpHfA/s320/2963448-Japanese-pearl-divers-graves-at-Somerset-0.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">breath of life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">tiny thread of silk</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">any tomorrow</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">forest path</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">footsteps left behind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">shadows</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">dust to dust</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">autumn comes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">was I here</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">sunrise of hope</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">morning glory</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">raise from grave</span></div>by Roy LindquistRoy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-20485860760547264532009-10-05T04:05:00.000-07:002009-10-05T04:05:27.593-07:00Days in darkness; Haiku by Roy Lindquist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SsnSEzLUiMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/etssWwvMmwY/s1600-h/%E9%88%B4%E8%99%AB1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SsnSEzLUiMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/etssWwvMmwY/s320/%E9%88%B4%E8%99%AB1.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">mist of joy<br />
cure the bitterness<br />
of vastest life<br />
<br />
universe breath <br />
in totality <br />
suzumushi song<br />
<br />
closed eyes<br />
listen in the darkness<br />
life complied</span></div><br />
I have had days of sorrow and days in darkness, the loss of my dog was more difficult than I first thought. Life looked dark and sky was hidden and I found it hard to continue writing. Then I had to think of the glory of life just in a tiny insect....Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-27227741183448589672009-09-21T14:33:00.000-07:002009-09-21T14:33:12.497-07:00My Dog`s death "Oscar" 2000 -2009, a Haiku<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Srfv0a8pqkI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Uag2G2AWN6c/s1600-h/Olympus2007+258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Srfv0a8pqkI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Uag2G2AWN6c/s320/Olympus2007+258.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">time shared<br />
years of joy ended<br />
love complited<br />
<br />
like a shadow<br />
friend never left one ince<br />
two in one<br />
<br />
green plains<br />
and snowy winter<br />
enjoyed togehter<br />
<br />
left is<br />
only your empty basket<br />
sorrow</span></div><br />
My dog Oscar, walked as my dearest friend along my side every day, trusting complitely in me. He was sick, but dident know that I had to take him to the Vet and put him down. This was hurting me totaly...and will still do a long time. Yes, it hurts very much.....words is empty at this state of mind.....Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-27653753315677930532009-09-18T01:12:00.000-07:002009-09-18T02:04:26.627-07:00Ikebana - death; Haiku......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SrM8rwVax-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/Ow3ecJKGYTU/s1600-h/ikebana+hairstick+2+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SrM8rwVax-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/Ow3ecJKGYTU/s320/ikebana+hairstick+2+2.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">all life<br />
is sacred<br />
tiny flower</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">death occurs<br />
when the stem of the flower<br />
breaks</span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
Ikebana<br />
admiration of death<br />
cruelty <br />
</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">- - - - - - - <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">gentle waltz</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">early autumn leaf's</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> distant admiration </span><br />
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</div><div style="color: red; text-align: right;"><i>Haiku by Roy Lindquist</i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">As I am getting older, I feel all life is sacred, and even cutting flower's make me feel I shorten a life I am not allowed to do.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Its possible this is very controversial to say, but I cant stop thinking of it...<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We admire a beautiful flower arrangement like Ikebana, but what do we really admire.....<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I like better then Bonzai ( perhaps ) ....<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is unique I think ...a blue aquarium...live:</span></b><br />
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</div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-31876167866736379992009-09-16T11:35:00.000-07:002009-09-16T11:35:07.056-07:00Noh - mask; -haiku by Fujieda Teruo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SrEp-QXyl7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/1MmEzCVvZqY/s1600-h/NOH_Mask.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SrEp-QXyl7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/1MmEzCVvZqY/s200/NOH_Mask.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SrEusO2CtaI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/higWT_WVERo/s1600-h/NOH_Mask-1+%28Color+Reduction%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SrEusO2CtaI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/higWT_WVERo/s200/NOH_Mask-1+%28Color+Reduction%29.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> people passing<br />
grey grocery store<br />
why smile<br />
<br />
glued faces<br />
Noh masks gallery<br />
emptiness<br />
<br />
passion<br />
long gone <br />
selfishness<br />
<br />
unite<br />
sledgehammer<br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">crush masks</span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SrErfjJWYiI/AAAAAAAAA1I/vrq_loVJOR8/s1600-h/skann0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SrErfjJWYiI/AAAAAAAAA1I/vrq_loVJOR8/s200/skann0014.jpg" /></a></div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-2366434562701674442009-09-15T13:08:00.000-07:002009-09-15T13:08:57.908-07:00Tancho Kohaku - Haiku<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Sq_zxHK04CI/AAAAAAAAA04/inCyvFiOzwM/s1600-h/Koi_Haiku_roy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Sq_zxHK04CI/AAAAAAAAA04/inCyvFiOzwM/s400/Koi_Haiku_roy.jpg" /></a></div><b>( click on photo to enlarge)</b><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">written by: Roy</span>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-6965706602418761982009-09-14T02:52:00.000-07:002009-09-14T02:52:57.504-07:00Haiku: Suzumushi song<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Sq4RaydXEqI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Nwy7WkOe3rg/s1600-h/ph_au03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Sq4RaydXEqI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Nwy7WkOe3rg/s320/ph_au03.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Suzumushi Temple, Kyoto</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">110 days<br />
content every minute<br />
what a joy<br />
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sing <br />
your song <br />
and rest<br />
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no greed<br />
adequate life<br />
what more</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="color: blue;">written by Roy L.</span>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-92009349605856727062009-09-10T02:24:00.000-07:002009-09-10T02:24:15.239-07:00J A P A N: poem by Roy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqjEhznIjwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/8gcYKGoy-ho/s1600-h/9735_249174280706_200676185706_8700218_6589092_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqjEhznIjwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/8gcYKGoy-ho/s400/9735_249174280706_200676185706_8700218_6589092_n.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000056162221">Dan Sekikawa</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Dan Sekikawa photo montache</i></span>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-18683195063691569572009-09-09T04:39:00.000-07:002009-09-09T04:39:37.477-07:00Precious gift: Haiku by Roy Lindquist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqeThhOd2WI/AAAAAAAAAzs/3c4jzkv8xSQ/s1600-h/P8250031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqeThhOd2WI/AAAAAAAAAzs/3c4jzkv8xSQ/s320/P8250031.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">fresh air<br />
after evenings rain<br />
insect sound<br />
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traffic noise<br />
toil the garden wall<br />
steal harmony<br />
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modern life<br />
poor of night sound beauty<br />
sunk in poverty<br />
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sing <br />
my little bell cricket<br />
precious gift</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-27996682428716072222009-09-08T01:44:00.000-07:002009-09-08T01:44:51.810-07:00Tanka ( poem): by Roy Lindquist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqYYqOfELxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/mnpPlMOgE_8/s1600-h/Dan001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqYYqOfELxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/mnpPlMOgE_8/s320/Dan001.jpg" /></a>Painting: Dan Sekikawa, Tokyo 2009</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">From dust to dust:</span><br />
<i><br />
leaf's change <br />
red - yellow -brown<br />
northern wind whisper<br />
end of time<br />
sleep my friend<br />
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death leaf<br />
cover the ground<br />
child playfully fly his kit<br />
autumn blue sky<br />
continuity<br />
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don't cry<br />
death leaf<br />
once a playful soul<br />
life accomplished<br />
earth still young<br />
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molecule dance<br />
in orbit sky<br />
never ending glory<br />
from dust to dust<br />
don't be sorry </i><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">postludium</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">page turned back</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">memories </span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">joy and pain</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">once a child</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">dancing marry-go-round</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">mountain hidden</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">fog so thick</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">eye stare - vain fore glimpse</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">mothers smile</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">searching fore plum blossom</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">autumns leaf's</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">tree nearly bare</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">hiding footsteps of the child</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">who once</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">was there</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">stradivarius </span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">switched on memories </span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">flash of a forgotten smile</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">heart taken pain</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">teardrop in wrinkled hand</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">mothers grave</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">moss covered stone</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">suzumushi ring the bell</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">call fore memento</span></b></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">old love lies deep</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqS7hu7YqHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/yUgnJMaAXlY/s1600-h/Olympus2007+303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqS7hu7YqHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/yUgnJMaAXlY/s320/Olympus2007+303.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Mother Ruth died 1963</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></b></span></div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-22372030409738451572009-09-04T03:07:00.000-07:002009-09-04T03:11:00.222-07:00Suzumushi Haiku: by Roy Lindquist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqDnHOZF6hI/AAAAAAAAAyo/CrWFvyD-AuA/s1600-h/P1010725.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqDnHOZF6hI/AAAAAAAAAyo/CrWFvyD-AuA/s320/P1010725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377552066388814354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">little cricket<br />sweet a sound<br />ring his bell<br /><br />distant shore<br />waiting patiently<br />friend so dear<br /><br />restless night<br />empty cage<br /> Suzumushi lullaby<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqDnG1npp0I/AAAAAAAAAyg/nwWy0IEhz7w/s1600-h/060814_suzumusi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/SqDnG1npp0I/AAAAAAAAAyg/nwWy0IEhz7w/s320/060814_suzumusi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377552059738990402" border="0" /></a>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-27161295078519758152009-09-03T05:08:00.000-07:002009-09-03T05:16:41.224-07:00Tanka ( poem): by Roy Lindquist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Sp-x50vrUdI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Je3VZT5jpWc/s1600-h/chrysantemum5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Sp-x50vrUdI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Je3VZT5jpWc/s320/chrysantemum5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377212087072936402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;">Butterfly in winterland</span></span>:<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />joyfull child<br />across the field<br />catching butterfly in here hands<br />memories vague<br />Okinawa long gone<br /><br />last path<br />sunshine gracefully ride<br />on mountain top<br />last remains<br />in a white box<br /><br />silent walk<br />to resting place<br />winter land far away<br />Okinawa long gone<br />forgotten child<br /><br />Butterfly in winter land<br />carried in my hand<br />last path<br />in deep silence<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">white chrysanthemum </span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" >Today I carried the ash of a women from Okinawa to here grave in Norway at a funeral. I feelt deep sorrow and thought of here childhood back in Japan. Given the honor to carry it the last footsteep down to the restingplace beside here son who drowned sixteen years ago...<br />Lonesome, but not forgotten - she was a Butterfly in winterland</span>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-81747725724662616102009-09-02T01:07:00.000-07:002009-09-03T05:20:27.012-07:00Tanka ( poem): by Roy Lindquist<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/blog-105400.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Sp4oeXbFdaI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0GUUTBQIZN4/s320/707512-Koyosan-Graveyard-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376779507275756962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/blog-105400.html">Photo by Tom Haarman</a><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">crows chase</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >eagle in laud coarse<br />rainclouds hang dark<br />above the hut<br />poet rise his head wondering<br /><br />borne in winter month<br />life affected by darkness<br />death always<br />cast shadow<br />on writers mind<br /><br />crowded graveyard<br />still waiting<br />for the sun to shine<br />crows gathered<br />waiting for poets hand to rest </span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >This is my first attempt to write Tanak.<br />I know the poem is a bit depressing, but<br />this is something that is always hanging<br />over my head as a shadow....<br />Its written after a real episode yesterday.</span><br /></div></div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042995064031729276.post-13622526945321595062009-09-01T05:19:00.000-07:002009-09-01T05:22:16.547-07:00Why care: Haiku by Roy Lindquist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Sp0RmhGbqYI/AAAAAAAAAyI/sHXvC-iG0Xg/s1600-h/StranglerFig-757325.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w49nSp69I0M/Sp0RmhGbqYI/AAAAAAAAAyI/sHXvC-iG0Xg/s320/StranglerFig-757325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376472883568290178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">little blossom<br />in the shadow<br />big trees<br />*<br />written words<br />disappeared into space<br />no readers<br />*<br />tree grow<br />no taller than its<br />fertilized<br /></span></div>Roy Lindquisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518257330193999557noreply@blogger.com0