良き悪しき思ひ出こもるプラットフオーム刷新に悪しをはらふか
good and bad memories
being contained
in my platform ...
its renovation may keep
off evil
©2019Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
2019年1月31日木曜日
Tanka... Platform プラットフォーム
良き悪しき思ひ出こもるプラットフオーム刷新に悪しをはらふか
good and bad memories
being contained
in my platform ...
its renovation may keep
off evil
©2019Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
2019年1月29日火曜日
Tanka ... Snow Sanctuary 雪の聖壇
いや高く雪降り積みて天ちかく雪除（よ）する場の聖壇の如
the higher
snow falling and piling
the closer
a snow dumping place to the celestial
like a sanctuary
©2019Rika Inami
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From Mr. Alberto Palomo
The following is Eduardo Galeano's poem.
*
The Nobodies Fleas dream of buying a dog and the nobodies dream of getting out from under their poverty, that some magic day suddenly good fortune will rain upon them that it will downpour bucket-fulls of good luck. But good luck doesn’t rain today or tomorrow or ever, not even a little drizzle falls from the sky. No matter how much the nobodies cry for it and even when their left hand itches or they get up on the right foot, or when they start the year getting a new broom. The nobodies: the sons of no one, the owners of nothing. The nobodies: treated as no one, running after the carrot, dying their lives, fucked, double-fucked. Who are not, even when they are. Who don’t speak languages, but rather dialects. Who don’t follow religions, but rather superstitions. Who don’t do art, but rather crafts. Who don’t practice culture, but rather folklore. Who are not human, but rather human resources. Who have no face but have arms, who have no name, but rather a number. Who don’t appear in the universal history books, but rather in the police pages of the local press. The nobodies, the ones who are worth less than the bullet that kills them. Eduardo Galeano
From Mr. Alberto Palomo
The following is Eduardo Galeano's poem.
*
The Nobodies Fleas dream of buying a dog and the nobodies dream of getting out from under their poverty, that some magic day suddenly good fortune will rain upon them that it will downpour bucket-fulls of good luck. But good luck doesn’t rain today or tomorrow or ever, not even a little drizzle falls from the sky. No matter how much the nobodies cry for it and even when their left hand itches or they get up on the right foot, or when they start the year getting a new broom. The nobodies: the sons of no one, the owners of nothing. The nobodies: treated as no one, running after the carrot, dying their lives, fucked, double-fucked. Who are not, even when they are. Who don’t speak languages, but rather dialects. Who don’t follow religions, but rather superstitions. Who don’t do art, but rather crafts. Who don’t practice culture, but rather folklore. Who are not human, but rather human resources. Who have no face but have arms, who have no name, but rather a number. Who don’t appear in the universal history books, but rather in the police pages of the local press. The nobodies, the ones who are worth less than the bullet that kills them. Eduardo Galeano
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Divine melodious
seasons
some harsh some mellow
inside the simplicity beauty lies
inside magic into One
©Miriam Strauss
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聖壇の如く積りし雪高く天まであると思う雪除け
©Ryuuji Suwa
※
聖壇のごと除雪車積みし雪高く天まであるか今日も降りきて (里佳)
Divine melodious
seasons
some harsh some mellow
inside the simplicity beauty lies
inside magic into One
©Miriam Strauss
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聖壇の如く積りし雪高く天まであると思う雪除け
©Ryuuji Suwa
※
聖壇のごと除雪車積みし雪高く天まであるか今日も降りきて (里佳)
Tanka ... Snow Sanctuary 雪の聖壇
いや高く雪降り積みて天ちかく雪除（よ）する場の聖壇の如
the higher
snow falling and piling
the closer
a snow dumping place to the celestial
like a sanctuary
©2019Rika Inami
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From Mr. Alberto Palomo
The following is Eduardo Galeano's poem.
*
The Nobodies Fleas dream of buying a dog and the nobodies dream of getting out from under their poverty, that some magic day suddenly good fortune will rain upon them that it will downpour bucket-fulls of good luck. But good luck doesn’t rain today or tomorrow or ever, not even a little drizzle falls from the sky. No matter how much the nobodies cry for it and even when their left hand itches or they get up on the right foot, or when they start the year getting a new broom. The nobodies: the sons of no one, the owners of nothing. The nobodies: treated as no one, running after the carrot, dying their lives, fucked, double-fucked. Who are not, even when they are. Who don’t speak languages, but rather dialects. Who don’t follow religions, but rather superstitions. Who don’t do art, but rather crafts. Who don’t practice culture, but rather folklore. Who are not human, but rather human resources. Who have no face but have arms, who have no name, but rather a number. Who don’t appear in the universal history books, but rather in the police pages of the local press. The nobodies, the ones who are worth less than the bullet that kills them. Eduardo Galeano
From Mr. Alberto Palomo
The following is Eduardo Galeano's poem.
*
The Nobodies Fleas dream of buying a dog and the nobodies dream of getting out from under their poverty, that some magic day suddenly good fortune will rain upon them that it will downpour bucket-fulls of good luck. But good luck doesn’t rain today or tomorrow or ever, not even a little drizzle falls from the sky. No matter how much the nobodies cry for it and even when their left hand itches or they get up on the right foot, or when they start the year getting a new broom. The nobodies: the sons of no one, the owners of nothing. The nobodies: treated as no one, running after the carrot, dying their lives, fucked, double-fucked. Who are not, even when they are. Who don’t speak languages, but rather dialects. Who don’t follow religions, but rather superstitions. Who don’t do art, but rather crafts. Who don’t practice culture, but rather folklore. Who are not human, but rather human resources. Who have no face but have arms, who have no name, but rather a number. Who don’t appear in the universal history books, but rather in the police pages of the local press. The nobodies, the ones who are worth less than the bullet that kills them. Eduardo Galeano
-----------------------------
Divine melodious
seasons
some harsh some mellow
inside the simplicity beauty lies
inside magic into One
©Miriam Strauss
--------------------------------
聖壇の如く積りし雪高く天まであると思う雪除け
©Ryuuji Suwa
※
聖壇のごと除雪車積みし雪高く天まであるか今日も降りきて (里佳)
Divine melodious
seasons
some harsh some mellow
inside the simplicity beauty lies
inside magic into One
©Miriam Strauss
--------------------------------
聖壇の如く積りし雪高く天まであると思う雪除け
©Ryuuji Suwa
※
聖壇のごと除雪車積みし雪高く天まであるか今日も降りきて (里佳)
2019年1月27日日曜日
Banka 挽歌
For Poet Ms. Rachel Sutcliffe
御句より命の長さ我は知る優れし詩魂永遠(とわ)に輝け
from your haiku
I perceived
your life-length
respectfully dedicate
"May an excellent poet’s spirit shine forever"
※
写真は岩手県雫石にある小岩井農場のイルミネーションの銀河鉄道です。
About the photographs,
the train in the photos is Milky Way Railroad for the deceased spirit.
I took them at Koiwai Farm, Shizukuishi, Iwate, Japan.
魂は宇宙に飛びて命ありあの句あの詩永遠に輝く
©Ryuuji Suwa
Banka 挽歌
For Poet Ms. Rachel Sutcliffe
御句より命の長さ我は知る優れし詩魂永遠(とわ)に輝け
from your haiku
I perceived
your life-length
respectfully dedicate
"May an excellent poet’s spirit shine forever"
※
写真は岩手県雫石にある小岩井農場のイルミネーションの銀河鉄道です。
About the photographs,
the train in the photos is Milky Way Railroad for the deceased spirit.
I took them at Koiwai Farm, Shizukuishi, Iwate, Japan.
魂は宇宙に飛びて命ありあの句あの詩永遠に輝く
©Ryuuji Suwa
Tanka...Illumination イルミネーション
イルミネーションの照らす道 あまたの人ら踏みしだき光を享けむ
illuminations light
up the way
many ones have trodden
on the way
and may have been lightened
※I took the photos at Koiwai Farm, Shizukuishi, Iwate, Japan.
写真は岩手県雫石にある小岩井農場で撮りました。
©2019 Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
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blade of grass ... winter rain almost silent
©Samuel Lott
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Broken shoes... .. Steps of a Soul...loaded...with ... a Heavy baggage... Days became Nights....Dawns ....Dusks... Steps...that tell about us....and how we " Walk "..in this Universe... Life....lived as an Oasis...between..." the real World " and dreams... Broken shoes... Why I am not already there ? Why all the paths I take... don´t take me there ? Why all nights...I keep walking....? To find at Dawn...that....I just has made a short walk... Broken shoes... In this " cage"....of my soul... as my life is shortened.....my Heart asks you...not to forget me... Please....let the apples to fall......and.. Leave me a place in your Pillow..... Because... I will be there... with …My Broken Shoes... .. ©3thoreau Alberto Palomo 2019 Writing Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Tanka...Illumination イルミネーション
イルミネーションの照らす道 あまたの人ら踏みしだき光を享けむ
illuminations light
up the way
many ones have trodden
on the way
and may have been lightened
※I took the photos at Koiwai Farm, Shizukuishi, Iwate, Japan.
写真は岩手県雫石にある小岩井農場で撮りました。
©2019 Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
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blade of grass ... winter rain almost silent
©Samuel Lott
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Broken shoes...
..
Steps of a Soul...loaded...with ... a Heavy baggage...
Days became Nights....Dawns ....Dusks...
Steps...that tell about us....and how we " Walk "..in this Universe...
Life....lived as an Oasis...between..." the real World " and dreams...
Broken shoes...
Why I am not already there ?
Why all the paths I take... don´t take me there ?
Why all nights...I keep walking....? To find at Dawn...that....I just has made a short walk...
Broken shoes...
In this " cage"....of my soul...
as my life is shortened.....my Heart asks you...not to forget me...
Please....let the apples to fall......and..
Leave me a place in your Pillow.....
Because...
I will be there...
with …My Broken Shoes...
..
©3thoreau
Alberto Palomo
2019 Writing Copyright © All Rights Reserved
2019年1月23日水曜日
Akita International Haiku/ Tanka 秋田インターナショナル俳句短歌 Jan.2019
冬帝の御守護なるかな朱に燃えてシャコバサボテン寒に咲き初む
winter emperor
might protect me …
blazing in vermilion
christmas cactus starts blooming
in the coldest season
©2019Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
秋田インターナショナル俳句、川柳、短歌ネットワークがアップデートされ、私の作品が掲載されました。皆様、アクセス宜しくお願い申し上げます。ページにアクセスして頂いたあと、タイトルの「稲美里佳の短歌：Tanka by Rika Inami 18」をクリックして頂くとページが開かれます。お手数かけますが宜しくお願い申し上げます。https://akitahaiku.com/
こちらはその中の1首です。
My 10 Tankas are published at Akita International Haiku, Senryu and Tanka Network 
https://akitahaiku.com/ . Please check out the website and click the title <稲美里佳の短歌：Tanka by Rika Inami 18>, and then you will read all of the page. Or click
https://akitahaiku.com/ . Please check out the website and click the title <稲美里佳の短歌：Tanka by Rika Inami 18>, and then you will read all of the page. Or click All rights reserved ©Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
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coldest season
to absent to count
a blanket whiteness
between the snowflakes
without words
nothing to say
©Miriam Strauss
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his petals
fired by the sunlight
outside snow
Photograph & Tanka by ©Noriyuki Sawada
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寒に咲くシャコバサボテン赤々と冬将軍の御守護のありて
coldest season
to absent to count
a blanket whiteness
between the snowflakes
without words
nothing to say
©Miriam Strauss
--------------------------
his petals
fired by the sunlight
outside snow
©Hannes Froehlich
雪雲透かしおぼろ差す陽に春を恋ひ朱の花びら紅に転ず
longing for spring
to faint sunshine
through snow clouds ...
the vermilion-tint of petals
changes into pink
©2019Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
a trick of the sun?
petals changing to pink
a trick of the eye?
©Hannes Froehlich
a trick of the sun?
petals changing to pink
a trick of the eye?
©Hannes Froehlich
late sun rise
sweet fragrance …
l gaze a little flower
misty view of my home town
over there
sweet fragrance …
l gaze a little flower
misty view of my home town
over there
Photograph & Tanka by ©Noriyuki Sawada
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寒に咲くシャコバサボテン赤々と冬将軍の御守護のありて
©Ryuuji Suwa
Akita International Haiku/ Tanka 秋田インターナショナル俳句短歌 Jan.2019
冬帝の御守護なるかな朱に燃えてシャコバサボテン寒に咲き初む
winter
emperor
might protect
me …
blazing in vermilion
christmas cactus
starts blooming
in the
coldest season
©2019Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
秋田インターナショナル俳句、川柳、短歌ネットワークがアップデートされ、私の作品が掲載されました。皆様、アクセス宜しくお願い申し上げます。ページにアクセスして頂いたあと、タイトルの「稲美里佳の短歌：Tanka by Rika Inami 18」をクリックして頂くとページが開かれます。お手数かけますが宜しくお願い申し上げます。https://akitahaiku.com/
こちらはその中の1首です。
My 10 Tankas are published at Akita International Haiku, Senryu and Tanka Network https://akitahaiku.com/ . Please check out the website and click the title <稲美里佳の短歌：Tanka by Rika Inami 18>, and then you will read all of the page. Or click
https://akitahaiku.com/ . Please check out the website and click the title <稲美里佳の短歌：Tanka by Rika Inami 18>, and then you will read all of the page. Or click
All rights reserved ©Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
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coldest season
to absent to count
a blanket whiteness
between the snowflakes
without words
nothing to say
©Miriam Strauss
--------------------------
his petals
fired by the sunlight
outside snow
Photograph & Tanka by ©Noriyuki Sawada
----------------
寒に咲くシャコバサボテン赤々と冬将軍の御守護のありて
coldest season
to absent to count
a blanket whiteness
between the snowflakes
without words
nothing to say
©Miriam Strauss
--------------------------
his petals
fired by the sunlight
outside snow
©Hannes Froehlich
雪雲透かしおぼろ差す陽に春を恋ひ朱の花びら紅に転ず
longing for spring
to faint sunshine
through snow clouds ...
the vermilion-tint of petals
changes into pink
©2019Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
a trick of the sun?
petals changing to pink
a trick of the eye?
©Hannes Froehlich
a trick of the sun?
petals changing to pink
a trick of the eye?
©Hannes Froehlich
late sun rise
sweet fragrance …
l gaze a little flower
misty view of my home town
over there
sweet fragrance …
l gaze a little flower
misty view of my home town
over there
Photograph & Tanka by ©Noriyuki Sawada
----------------
寒に咲くシャコバサボテン赤々と冬将軍の御守護のありて
©Ryuuji Suwa
2019年1月19日土曜日
Photo...Winter Road
To Koiwai Farm
岩手県雫石町にある小岩井農場のイルミネーションを見に行く途中の写真です。On the road to Koiwai Farm in Shizukuishi, Iwate, Japan to see Illumination.
岩手県雫石町にある小岩井農場のイルミネーションを見に行く途中の写真です。On the road to Koiwai Farm in Shizukuishi, Iwate, Japan to see Illumination.
Photo...Winter Road
To Koiwai Farm
岩手県雫石町にある小岩井農場のイルミネーションを見に行く途中の写真です。 On the road to Koiwai Farm in Shizukuishi, Iwate, Japan to see Illumination.
岩手県雫石町にある小岩井農場のイルミネーションを見に行く途中の写真です。 On the road to Koiwai Farm in Shizukuishi, Iwate, Japan to see Illumination.
2019年1月13日日曜日
Tanka...Le Lumachine n°31 decembre 2018
短歌がイタリア語と英語の2か国語で2首紹介されました。
こちらに書いてある日本語短歌は私が独自に添えたものです。
My two tankas written in Italian and English
are published at Italian literature Magazine
＜Le Lumachine n31°＞P33.
About Japanese tankas, I attached them here.
along the mountain
fiercely flowing
waterfalls
awake and release
my demon
lungo la montagna
le cascate che scorrono
impetuosamente
svegliano e liberano
il mio demone
山肌かけて流れくる滾つ滝わが夜叉目覚め解き放たれり
lungo la montagna
le cascate che scorrono
impetuosamente
svegliano e liberano
il mio demone
山肌かけて流れくる滾つ滝わが夜叉目覚め解き放たれり
again
murmuring your name
as I am...
as I am...
secret kept in my heart
in deep mist
di nuovo
mormorando il tuo nome
cosi come sono...
un segreto custodito nel mio cuore
nella nebbia profonda
in deep mist
di nuovo
mormorando il tuo nome
cosi come sono...
un segreto custodito nel mio cuore
nella nebbia profonda
我はまた秘めたる君の名そっと呼ぶ霧深きなか自づのままに
©Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
©Rika Inami 稲美 里佳
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Your Memories ....
----------
You will go
far away...
forever.....
Leaving me
in this world....
Memories only
Will live with me.
In the scale of times
Some moments of joy
And some so heavy..
Unbearable...
At times
You filled my heart
With tons of joy
And sometimes
Dark depressing
Never-ending nights...
I lived with you
Some sweet and
Tender moments...
And, at times
Absolute vacuum..
But I lived each moment
With you..
Life's lessons
From those experiences
Time spent with you,
Lessons learnt
Are all your precious gifts,
I will cherish them
Forever..
Finally ...I have made up my mind
To bid you a farewell...
Good bye my beloved 2018!!!
©Aparajita Ojha
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The spirit moves on the wind .
Searching for the calm
To find inner tranquillity.
May your blessings soar amongst the world cleanse
©Robert Patterson
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