Black Stone - Grace Mera Molisa

Black Stone
molten lava
solidified.

Mama - Paulette Cherici-Porello

Come my little rose,
You brighten up the house.
With your soft cheeks,
Soft and fragrant too.

Three pots and a pan - Batsirai E. Chigama

three pots and a pan
I want to return home
to my three pots and a pan

Blessed be the Lord who every day - Rabbi Simeon the Great

Blessed be the Lord who every day
sets on us salvation and redemption.
In His glorious name we delight at all times;
throu8gh His salvation we hold our head high.
A stronghold is He for the poor, for the needy a refuge.

Oh bird, do you fly? - Hadraawi

Oh bird, do you fly,
With the roaring winds, do you soar.
Do you not serve the people,
And do you not work harder for the people?

Two Haiku about insects and the sky - Masaoka Shiki

Locusts fly low
over rice paddies
in the dim sun ray

A Ship Comes In - Jónas Hallgrímsson

Can the bard descry a schooner
scudding landward, sails expanded?

Disastrous word - Verushcka Garises

It all starts as little as a drop of water
Just to turn into an ocean of crushing waves

Kyjov - Petr Bezruč

Ho, ye slender youths in your top-boots clad,
Ho, maidens in crimson array—
In Kyjov a joyful life ye have had,
In Kyjov 'twill ever be gay.

Sub umbra - Leo Bradley

Shades and shadows manifold
Grace our tropic land;
Silhouettes of seagull wings,
And palm shades on the sand;
Of countless coral windy cayes,
And dipping sail-boats grand.