
Haiku for Basho a poem by Yuri Kageyama
May 3, 2022
眼差しを
無に流すかな
芭蕉のかわ
He is still watching,
Though washed away to nothing-
Ness, Basho’s River


Haiku for Basho a poem by Yuri Kageyama
May 3, 2022
眼差しを
無に流すかな
芭蕉のかわ
He is still watching,
Though washed away to nothing-
Ness, Basho’s River

SHADOW a poem written for the Poetry Challenge May 1, 2022
By Yuri Kageyama
when young,
one thinks of what
one will become
or what one
wants to be
^___<
as years pass,
we realize
what we are seen as
doesn’t really
matter
^___<
what matters
is who we really are
how we live
what it is that we do
day by day
^___<
which is not
the same thing
at all
that is what counts
in the end

HAIKU a poem by Yuri Kageyama March 18, 2022
鶯や
水辺羽ばたく
都市開発
the nightingale
fluttering by the waters
urban development

RETURN
a poem by Yuri Kageyama March 15, 2022
hissing envy
bloating venom
spitting hurt
killing ideas
nuking careers
churning rage
obliterating emotion
reigning supreme
queen viciousness
in and out
out and in
burning hate
sparking fear
digesting guts
defeating purpose
screeching bitch

HOPE
a poem by Yuri Kageyama March 13, 2022
My son used to say:
Mommy, your boiled eggs are so good,
The best in the world;
We would sit together on the grass,
Munching on boiled eggs
Simply perfect,
Smoothly moist when peeled:
Mama no yude tamago wa sekai ichi oishiinda
That little voice promises;
How blessed I am to be in a world
That has the chicken and the egg,
Whichever came first, and clean water to boil.
How blessed I am to be in a world
To have a son who sees love
In an egg boiled in water.
ASYLUM
A poem by Yuri Kageyama Feb. 26, 2022

She barely remembers the rape
Monsters grow only in drugless sleep
She is well taken care of
—
Air raid on Tokyo
Baghdad
Dresden
Ukraine
— —
She no longer draws but
Cuts papers of color
Into ferns and flowers
— — —
Hunger in Biafra
A scream in Vietnam
Van Gogh’s ear

THE AFTERLIFE
A poem by Yuri Kageyama Feb. 23, 2022
The mass of meat
In a heap like a grave,
Cold, still
Amid wafting incense,
The moans and chants of mourning,
Eyes closed, hands clasped
Frozen in motion,
I lose interest:
Those motions of burial and propriety,
Those greetings, sympathy, tears;
He is no longer there,
Not in that body,
Twitching twisting growling in incoherence,
More and more silent
Over the years,
He is no longer there:
At last,
He is gone
A poem by Yuri Kageyama inspired by Winchester Nii Tete Boye’s song
Omaley YOU ARE LYING 嘘バッカ
A poem by Yuri Kageyama inspired by Winchester Nii Tete Boye’s song. Feb. 22, 2022
^_1_<
学校の先生
可愛かったモトカレ
パワハラ上司
天国と地獄
^___<
みんな嘘つき
嘘バッカ
心痛む
Omaley
^_2_<
選挙の候補
世界平和
頑張りは成功
我慢は最高
^___<
みんな嘘つき
嘘バッカ
心痛む
Omaley
^_3_<
バーゲンの店員
化粧品の広告
株はもうかる
神は永遠
^___<
みんな嘘つき
嘘バッカ
心痛む
Omaley
^_4_<
宇宙開発
原子力安全
正義と平等
家族愛
^___<
みんな嘘つき
嘘バッカ
心痛む
Omaley

By Coincidence _ a poem by Yuri Kageyama
偶然は
ないようであるし
あるようでない
全ては必然
あるべきは
うまれるまえから
宇宙のはてまで
つながってる
目の前の永遠を
見逃さない
耳
目
心
持てるかは
偶然では
ない