tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10777919548876552792023-11-15T05:32:43.485-08:00Free poetry<a href=http://numatani-kasumi.blogspot.com/>[Japanese] </a> [English]<hr>
<a href=http://numatanikasumi-e.blogspot.com/>[top]</a>**<a href="http://numatanikasumi.blogspot.com/">[tanka]</a> <a href="http://numatani-poetry-e.blogspot.com/">[free poetry] </a> <a href="http://numatani-review-e.blogspot.com/">[essay]</a> <a href="http://swampland-e.blogspot.com/">[poetry readings]</a> <a href="http://numatani-readings-e.at.webry.info/">[tanka readings(voice)]</a>numatanikasumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692913901577961386noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077791954887655279.post-86410274049085015782008-02-26T06:43:00.000-08:002008-02-26T07:01:06.440-08:00In classtime, sitting on the passageIt is Thursday today. <br />It is a day of the week when I was born. <br />It eats the cup ramen for the box lunch. <br /><br />while thinking <br />what color I will color today <br />to the graph of the integration <br />of homework everyday, <br />the time of the cleaning came<br /> <br />Though water splashes to putting on <br />and it is unpleasant cleaning the rest room with slippers <br />since there is no method <br />because it was not possible to buy another boots<br />i have lost 3 these days<br /><br />the prince comes and takes me<br />as his bride of the fourth <br />and it is all right for me that i am the fourth bride <br />only if if starting laughing a day even once<br />and before marriage only cut this stripe..<br />..the lobotomy operation.. <br />if successful, i am sure i will work for you <br />because<br />the word <br />envy<br />will be lost from my dictionary.numatanikasumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692913901577961386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077791954887655279.post-24514778073760134632008-02-25T22:34:00.000-08:002008-02-25T22:36:09.813-08:00La Vie en RoseBring her.<br />Said the president of the kindergarten<br />heartlessly-like<br />take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. <br />Then I let myself take her<br />I, wearing a coat on my pajama<br />shoeless<br />Daughter, hugged oddly<br />wearing her pajama<br />take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her.<br />On my way I felt some neighbours looking at me<br />silently<br />take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her. take her.<br />There is no difficulty to take a baby to the kindergarten 5 minutes walk<br />Then I walked 5 minutes<br />Then I hand her to the teacher<br />Then my face was covered with tears<br />Then I lost my body's control<br />Teachers' private room had tatami mat and futon bed for a nap<br />I was given warm coffee and drinked and<br />I was lent futon bed and napped and<br />I was lent a slipper and weared and<br />I went home<br />On my way home I thought I must live<br />Kindergarten teachers treats me as one of their important job<br />But<br />They may have real lament and may cry over for me<br />That's impermissive.<br />I love them even if they treat me kindly as a work because I have no friend.<br />At least gave me a cup of coffee.<br /><br />No one is able to share pain to live<br />What's the meaning of La vie en Rose?<br /><br /><br /> *first published on http://po-m.com/forum at 15:02; 23/04/2007numatanikasumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692913901577961386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077791954887655279.post-30885763807743508752008-02-25T11:26:00.000-08:002008-02-25T11:27:48.901-08:00In a Park BarefootI had nothing to be able to<br />I was blamed that<br />I could not do what I am required to do<br />but I cannot do what I cannot do<br />then I lost my place to sit down<br />and I went out of my house<br />wearing old pajama<br />wearing no shoes<br /><br />Outside the house it rains regularly<br />To stand out of the house is painful <br />then I go neighborhood small park <br />treading on gravelled pebbles feeling pains under my feet<br />and sit down the only bench in this park placed near the back of the park<br />chilly<br />painful<br />sad<br />bitter<br />what am I ?<br />what am I doing here ?<br />why can't I walk under that azalea trees to avoid rain<br />and sleep in the blossoms ?<br />does someone use a violence at me or rape me or kill me if I sit in this rainy park ?<br />stupid old ma'am<br />with ugly face<br />wearing rug pajama,<br />who will feel delight to make ugly into ugly ?<br /><br />I have no family to help me (although I do one in law)<br />I would better walk <br />looking for somewhere better than here<br />but too cold to move<br />and my feet is injured<br /><br />GO HOME.<br />someone said<br />who?<br />why do you let me live here?<br />I lie down on the bench<br />rain pours all of my body<br />really<br />chilly<br /><br />there is no telephone<br />I have no money<br />I have house key because of its security<br />I cannot throw away the key<br /><br />GO HOME<br />someone said again<br />to trembling me with chillness<br />why shouldn't I be here ?<br />I am too cautious<br />to be throw away my family<br />stupid me<br /><br />I can see my house from the bench of the park<br />with no light<br />with no door or window open<br /><br />azalea, azalea,<br />why don't you help me ?<br /><br /> *<br /><br />at last<br />I visited a friend of mine and was given a warm hospitality<br />at dawn I went home<br />there was no change on every member of my family<br /><br /> *<br /><br />I wonder who am I<br />I cannot imagine to be abandoned from the family<br />I do not know I should prepare fornumatanikasumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692913901577961386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077791954887655279.post-15836990310642425162008-02-24T16:58:00.000-08:002008-02-24T17:01:44.405-08:00Sisters in ArmsI orderd that bulls never call me ma'am but sir<br />our god-damn tongue has no first personal pronoun to represent masculine<br />The Far East Camp <br />this is a colony of slungs and arms<br />out of the endless partition<br />I've heard there exists an exact word masculines and tomboys call themselves<br />O-R-E.<br />Huh, I am not a gypsy dancer.<br />well, I won't mension it again in vain.<br /><br />My brainless sheeps never know and have any idea how thin I am<br />but must have been dreaming every night to eat steak of my flesh<br />that's OK and keep me from sex-wolves within this insane ordered camp<br />You are the only person who knows <br />my army jacket is filled with three-times thicker pads as ordinary ones<br />not to let my bosses possible to count how many arms I hide in<br />except a blank shot gun -- my charming accessory.<br /><br />All around the world<br />women - ah yes, womyn, I obey you,<br />are raped or harrased without no exception, as you know,<br />with only one reason that female has less mustle phisically.<br />I do not believe in your yutopia.<br />I am here to decrease the population of this planet.<br />It's OK the dead mass contains myself.<br />Hey, let's try a race<br />which is faster that you finish this war with your diplomatic negociation,<br />or I complete genoside.<br /><br />Now I must go.<br />Good luck.<br /><br /><br /> first published to http://po-m.com/forum/ at 13:37 29/03/2007numatanikasumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692913901577961386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077791954887655279.post-46637781308938244432008-02-23T19:15:00.000-08:002008-02-23T19:20:16.343-08:00Anti countableOne piece of cake, two pieces of cake<br />One cup of tea, two cups of tea<br />It is easy to count uncountables<br />One dog, two dogs<br />One cat two cats<br />It is easier to count countables<br />One worm, two worms<br />One bug, two bugs<br />I feel not easy to count those which I dislike<br />One work of butterfly, two works of butterflies?<br />No, you cannot change countable into uncountable<br />even if you think it is an art of nature<br />One gun, two guns<br />One knife, two knives<br />One person, two people<br />One doll, two dolls<br />One piece of flesh, two pieces of flesh<br />One piece of bone, two pieces of bone<br />One stream of blood, entire blood<br />One pack of blood to save no lives<br />No, you should not count countable life<br />Once you count them<br />They become one clod of insignificant<br />You must not count countable death<br />You must not count the end of a life<br /><br />first published in http://po-m.com/forum/ at 4:03; 21/03/2007numatanikasumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692913901577961386noreply@blogger.com0