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Autumn Exhibit

Come to my exhibit!
I have worked hard day and night
To bring to you my colors
All so gay and bright.

With each stroke of the brush
With hues of red, orange, and brown
I paint the mountains and the valleys
And the tree-lined streets of town.

The time will be the autumn
With all of the summer’s harvest.
The place will be the countryside:
Mother Nature is the featured artist.

My showing will last
Until Master Jack Frost arrives
To replace my bright dresses
With his white vests and ties.

I will hang a lantern in the sky
To provide the needed ray.
Come, bring along your camera
And record the beauty of the day.




HAIKU SEQUENCE (A Burst Of Spring)

Goodbye, melting snow.
Sing your love song to the sea.
Come back soon as rain.

Grass, flowers, awake!
Wash your face; don glove and jean.
Summer must be built.

Look! Look! All can see,
peeping new yellow jonquils
as spring warmth returns.

My motley garden,
home for moles, bees, grasshoppers,
Poison? They must live.




Haiku Sequence (Osaka)

Oh, to be in Osaka,
Now that March and spring are here!
Cherry blooms everywhere.

Redbirds on cherry limbs
Peeking at the kitchen window
Await morning handout.

Pink cherry blossoms,
Smiling, friendly, poet-people,




Haiku Sequence (Amazon)

Amazon piranha
Chops bamboo to show power
Just before dinner.

Rain forest offers
trees of milk, bread, incense, cures,
and cool water vines.

Alligator flashing,
bird sanctuary visiting,
chilling and exotic.




Haiku (Thought)

Songbirds’ faith replaces
“Sure snow” forecast with morning
Sunshine symphony.




Haiku (Mockingbird)

Vocal mockingbird
At podium - large tree limb -
Heralds dry daybreak.




Haiku (The Great Wall)

The ancient Great Wall
Dragons through mountains around
Mysterious Ming Tombs.




The Holy College

The sky-piercing, spiraling cathedral steeple
Of St. John’s, The Divine in New York City
Reaches to the Heavens in symbolic communication
Of man receiving instructions from his Creator.

The massive open door at the great front entry
Reflects the strong and open arms of God.
Weary pilgrims go and come at will to study,
To meditate, to pray and to rest.

The vast halls and walls and the very high ceiling
Resound voices as echoes from Heaven.
The peacocks are rejoicing fully reunited
After a foolish college boys’ successful prank.

After entry, on the left is the Poets’ Corner.
In dedication, stones are engraved with the names
Of Emily Dickinson, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Mark Twain,
Robert Frost, Carl Sandburg and Walt Whitman.

On Poetry Day, October 15, there is a jubilant celebration
Of the Muse with reading, study, music and song.
The echoes provide myriad, rich duplication
Of the sense-appealing harmonies.

Just as this Holy Sepulcher was begun many centuries ago,
And will not be finished during this century,
So will the sacred purpose of St. John’s The Divine
Continue to serve the holy needs of mankind.




The Yuzon Call To Brotherhood

The four winds carried your poetic seeds
Of inspiration to all men in all lands
Seeking out fertile minds for growth	
Of peace and freedom in the world.

East Germany with the removal
   of the Berlin Wall.
Valiant endeavors of students
   In Tiananmen Square.
The work for freedom in Romania, Czechoslovakia,
   Bulgaria and Poland.
Efforts of Reagan, Bush, Thatcher, Gorbachev
   Give shining hope to all people.

At no time has peace been more sought,
   Visible, desirable and actually attainable.
Peace is a gigantic enterprise; there is need
   For every shoulder in the land.
Today’s rush toward world democracy makes this
   The most noble time in man’s history -
The reach for freedom and peace
    For all mankind.

We gather in Seoul in August 1990 to celebrate
   the grand harvest and your memory.
The outgrowth of this Twelfth World Congress
   Will be an awareness of new found peace,
A renewed dedication toward freedom,
   And especially
World Brotherhood and Peace Through Poetry.