The ballot for the December 2012 9th Internatio​nal "olive" Kukai

Voting Instructions from Rita Odeh and John Daleiden

Hello 9th International Kukai Poet:

Below is the ballot for the December 2012 9th International "olive" Kukai

Please NOTE that the votes should be sent to:
international_kukai@yahoo.com

CALL FOR Votes in the December 2012 9th International "olive" Kukai

Submission deadline -- Noon, EST,(UTC-4) Saturday, December 1 – Monday, December 10, 2012.
Voting deadline -- Noon, EST, (UTC-4) Tuesday, December 11 – Thursday, December 20, 2012.
Results will be up-loaded to Rita Odeh’s blog no later than, Monday, December 31, 2012.

http://rita-odeh.blogspot.com

Haijin who fail to vote will have their haiku posted with NO RESULTS.
The managers of the kukai expect every participant to vote.

1. All the entries are listed on the ballot by an individual number; the haiku and the numbers appear between the sets of double lines.

2. Only submitting Kukai Poets are eligible to vote.

3. Email your votes to: international_kukai@yahoo.com
When voting, in the subject line of your e-mail please use the words : "olive" December 2012 Kukai International No. 9 Vote

4. Each poet has SIX (6) points to use for the kukai vote. Voters may distribute the points in increments of 1, 2, or 3.
Do not cast more than 3 points for any single haiku.

5. Each voter has 6 points; Please use the following format to submit your votes (listing the haiku by numerical order, rather than order of preference, as in the sample below):

# 05 = 3 pt.
# 21 = 1 pt.
# 30 = 2 pts.

6. Please do not vote for your own haiku. Any such votes will be disqualified.

To: international_kukai@yahoo.com
Subject: "olive" December 2012 Kukai International No. 9 Vote
Voting deadline -- Noon, EST, (UTC-4) Tuesday, December 11 – Thursday, December 20, 2012

7. All votes will be compiled and the haiku will then be published; Results will be up-loaded to Rita Odeh’s blog no later than, Monday, December 31, 2012. No other notice of results will be mailed to participants, so please check the blog.

http://rita-odeh.blogspot.com

8. Haijin who fail to vote will have their haiku posted with NO RESULTS. The managers of the kukai expect every participant to vote.

The votes will appear as per the following sample:
0, 2 ,7 = 11 Which means:

No voter gave 3 points, 2 voters gave 2 points, 7 voters gave 1 point = for a total of 11 points.


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The Haiku:
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grandpa's olive orchard
covered by
the rainbow

# 80.
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family feud
the wilted olive tree
on grandpa's ranch

# 79.
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hope grows
in the olive grove
a rising sun

# 78.
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An olive—
the baby puckers
his face.

# 77.
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an olive branch
beats on the window—
the house is empty

# 76.
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the hush beyond the gunfire olive blossoms

# 75.
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dementia ward—
the strangeness of olives
and her son's name

# 74.
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olive tree by night
moonlight thoughts of the
Palm Sunday

# 73.
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olive grove—
silence oozes out
from silence

# 72.
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armistice
one-armed boy maims
an olive tree

# 71.
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olive oil
the barrel filled
in case of war

. # 70.
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have you heard the wind
in the olive branches?
sunrise . . . sunset . . .

# 69.
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unceasing bombardment
tears the land and skies—
torn olive branches

# 68.
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whistling north wind
centennial music
in the olive trees

# 67.
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bitter moon—
a bowl of olives untouched
on the table

# 66.
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Turkish olive paste—
the pilgrim shares his last slice
with the homeless child.

# 65.
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misprint
of his poem:
"o love" for "olive"

# 64.
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He took the branch I'd cut
From my fairest olive grove
To use for kindling.

# 63.
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a green salad
spinach with an olive
Popeye's favourites

# 62.
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in the same pose
and on the same address:
blackbird on the olive-tree

# 61.
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Epidemic
My grandfather's olive trees,
in quarantine

# 60.
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In the ocean:
green and red with toothpick,
less one cruise ship.

# 59.
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last canvas—
a dove bearing
an olive twig

# 58.
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missionary's Bible—
a blotch of olive oil
on the first leaf

# 57.
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olive
in his mouth
her nipple

# 56.
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violent wind
an olive branch still
on a bowl

# 55.
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Olive of Hims
only its shade
keeps children from death

# 54.
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ceasefire . . .
the embers of stars
and olive trees

# 53.
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under the olive tree—
trembling shadows of leaves
on blank sheet of paper

# 52.
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first day at school
on her shopping list these
Amfissa olives

# 51.
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six olives
the depth
of my hangover

# 50.
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olive trees
uprooted in God's Name—
ooh..the pain

# 49.
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Oil from olives,
Moves in time and space
From ancient Greece to global superstores

# 48.
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grandmother's table
the black olives disappear
first

# 47.
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the dream
of perennial rye
is olive green

# 46.
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olive
in the glass missing
his green eyes

# 45.
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No sign in the sky—
only
olive clouds

# 44.
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14 years old—
to pay for riding lessons
I pick olives

# 43.
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halfway
between green and black—
olive moon

# 42.
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moonlit sand
an olive ridley buries
its eggs

# 41.
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an olive - half eaten
pit exposed
war rages on

# 40.
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Peace has failed;
the ground is blood red.
Martini?

# 39.
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alone on a park bench
the whip bird
holds its sharp note

# 38.
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the olive trees
outside the police station
seem to bear no fruit

# 37.
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summer shower
the chatter of wax-eyes
in the olive

# 36.
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on the strip
olives are harvested
their symbol ignored

# 35.
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on the border
the white dove drops
the olive branch

# 34.
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going under
the olive-tree . . . a cicada
collides into my hat

# 33.
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christmas shopping—
the olive pit
gnawed clean

# 32.
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olives—
my summer memories
from a jar

# 31.
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while dressing
he adds an extra layer
of olive oil

# 30.
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silver treetop
spreads the blessing of fruit
the small ball of olive

# 29.
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caught
in a bottle of olive oil—
spirit of the sun

# 28.
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stuffing olives . . .
a vased rose bud
timely slumber

# 27.
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war shadow—
storing sunshine
in an olive

# 26.
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the glass ceiling crowd . . .
an olive in the cloudy
bottom of a jar

# 25.
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dawn stillness . . .
under the olive tree,
locked antlers

# 24.
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picking up the olive
standing on the toe tops
a young maiden

# 23.
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two green olives
under the school uniform
the shape of her breast

# 22.
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olive branch
thrown into the street . . .
stones in the road cry

# 21.
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felling for firewood
olive branches, trees all
Gaza winter

# 20.
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drunkard Oliver
talking to the olive tree
O! liver damaged!!

# 19.
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morning coffee, getting cold
the olive branch
you refuse to take

# 18.
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Gethsemene
the olive trees
in turmoil

# 17.
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Bent olive tree—
the shadow of the hill
heavier and heavier

# 16.
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morning bath . . .
my infant dressed
in olive oil

# 15.
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holiday spirit
she offers me
the olive

# 14.
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between us
only an olive branch . . .
nothing else

#13.
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in the grocery aisle
i swallow
at olive jars and pickles

# 12.
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Christmas party
tooth-picking the pimentos
from her olives

# 11.
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parched field
cool olive grove
memory path

# 10.
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olive harvest
a picker from the ladder
enters the treetop

# 09.
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death of a friend—
the wind uprooted
his olive trees

# 08.
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son leaves home
for wife.....
she holds an olive branch

# 07.
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outdoor cantina
dusty olive trees swish
a soulful tune

# 06.
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we wait . . .
the olive branch shade
stirs with unrest . . .

# 05.
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a white dove
bearing an olive branch—
peace to all mankind

# 04.
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lusting
her olive skin
spring rain

# 03.
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final peace treaty . . .
olive branches sent
on a Trojan horse

# 02.
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war again . . .
branches and the olive tree
blind themselves mutually

# 01.
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