[ARTS]: Big and Little Poetry--free verse, any verse.

[Rich]

Without delusions
You see things as they really are
Without birth and death


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[Tai Shi]

End of Omaha

This morning is mortal. Father work to stay out of "a home" again.
Today’s life in balance yes you can relax
Talk to me again old friend, find him in your dreams.
Because if it becomes hard, Buddies cannot say amen
Morning, cease to grieve and mend Your ways
We cannot stay in house alone our own life to mend each day
Or stay alone. Cancer blight, maybe should be able to live, even to see!
Be at peace to see one more friend. One more time.
I cannot fathom you all alone. I cannot seek love only one way, reach out to your
Sister Your Brother. Likewise, I cannot lighten the tyranny of age,
You in Earling, me in home nearby Hartford, decide where to sit today.
You aren’t alone. You’re one more Zoom away, one more call, we stay in touch.
I am there to be, even now, don’t want to see you alone.
Suggestions, can remember we sat back to back, inadequate, reasoning in Omaha.
We cannot see one More time, do still have it all. Buddha life and cause?
Sure, if we intended our own heart or life or demise, my dearest effect is friendship!
I care for time, our time, and time again, and again.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Lavender, please write your songs again. Another voice hear and set lives away from hate.

Gassho
sat./lah


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[Lavender]

Beautiful poem Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

In Another Wisdom

This year corn and beans were not dead
This year rain for the first July in years, Commodities;
Soared; I am thirty-six years sober 10 days, fruited

Plains since five years ago on July 4th, then corn didn't
Sprout; beans lay in moments of weak economy.
Today it is July 12th. We drove to shop for dinner,

For my breakfast. Much said of our day's end;
When I find myself joyous; inflation stays in grocery
Store, here picking out our daily bread, and milk,


Last month, just days ago--ten dollars less.
Folks seventy-one, sixty-eight, another
Price hike means we see income deflate,

Cannot stretch dollars for my health; don't rise
To hate. Three years, money not president
Companies gouge less of public pocket books.

Today, relentlessly reaping profit from families;
Seventy decades senior's fixed income,
They buy less and less; money stretched.

Buddha Loving Kindness; gift of pause, we slept
To rise in morning song, despite groceries warehoused
In another wisdom of strange lands, freedom rings,

Mothers clutch children close; Christ answers,
To legislate less death; it's not the Christ's fault,
Or Buddha quietly in twenty-first century which

Simulates a world on the brink of another war.
My friend says she relates to Japanese nationalist.
He lived in the edge of Nagasaki, seventy-eight

Years ago, couples, families, worldly symptoms
Slowly sit in Shikantaza; priest says we might sit again.
Follow Buddha mitre, one more song of my friend's relief.

Gassho
Tai Shi
sat/lah
Lavender, your song rises above, on lives, oh do come again to write your poetry!

[Lavender]

The stray gnaws on rot,
And seldom tells the difference.
Between mutton and slop
There is little preference.

A light wisp of apple,
A strong scent of meat
The stray finds himself
At the end of his street

Into the window he leaps
But none within shriek
They treat this strange beast
With a lovely roast feast

[Lavender]

The Moon rest on the tip of his finger,
Like morning dew on earthen blades.
“Where does dew end and grass begin?”
I ponder on the lakeside.

But as I sit
And look into the moonlit waters,
All I see is the moon
My face just beneath.


(Earthen blades? Gag me with a spoon.)

[Tai Shi]

Hello Lavender, your doggerel winds deep into the state of the tower leaning to the left. Come write again, and this time try an image of lake or grass. We hope to hear from you again.
Gassho
sat/lah

[Lavender]

The greatest pains
Come to those who least fear them,
And none are more fearless
Than those who know not

To Know is to know
To feel is to feel
Perhaps it is best
Just to forget the whole deal

[Tai Shi]

The Outer Rim

Just my love and I see
As greenery, as we are,
We may be of reverie
Here is my memory of seas
Flowing deeply, Great Dogen.
I am flesh, oh we part days
Of old, of heart giving more

To all who look into night,
To birds who see
With bright being
Magnificently given
Life beyond who track
Optical sky,
Oath decries
Their current deep
Fleet from food

Majesty of poverty
Of water, of sand,
Who can be
Washed in pools?
Anemia, more
Opening Conversions,
Dalliance to wonder,

To sound roar
Off open water,
Wisdom earned.
Every door, open
Water, thin ice caps
Supplier of crowns
Of desire, never touching

Those fleeing Greed
Avarice, stolen life
Of wonder into Precepts,
Accidental hard shore
Who gives life, never
Takes? Forest burns,

From death, there will be
Children, more horrified,
Suppliers of beauty,
Truth beauty natural
As Japanese round earth
How trees grow,
To see, another earth.

Touch, looking up
At morning star, at fording
Pacific trench of Asia, of North
America, Africa, European
Channel across England, France
Russia, Black Sea, War
Reminder, children lost

Little ones who we lovingly
Save from peace, language
Reaching those reluctantly
From radio telescopes

Big Bang Theorems,
Perceived Homilies,
Recite love,
Buddhist Nuns flee,
Soto Chant sounded
Like Star Voyager
Outer Rim escaped
Humanity gone to

Outer space our
First traveler interstellar
Creation of gravity
We realize far-flung
Majesty of nothing.

Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

My Love for her orbits
Furthest star, galaxy
Deep into black of space.
I shall never leave,
For I am large
Among her seven moons
Upon a sea of glass
Molten in my double star;
I am a life of silica
Withstanding heat,
While masses larger
Sink below my ocean
Winning fish of delightful
For alien forms singing
Sting rays which whirl
In periwinkle bonds,
Of play into nets carbon
Bonds, caught in human
Feeding traps, human
Unlike Watching
The largest moon descend
Oh, horizon into Astra
Field, more hence; neutron
Dance before space
Beneath a rapt window
Where ships bound green
Heaving to the largest moon
Of growing Single meaning
Division into days organized
More than haze of white gas.

Gassho
Tai Shi
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Ukrainian War

"Engaged in Fierce Battle"
Hafiz

Songs starved freedom
Stings as one who gave
Sacrifice. Binding
Wounds, hot winds

Terrified of bombs, of death
Incendiary, fire from sky
Let children cry, cared for
In arms of love, not hate.

Women holding men,
Old in blight of death;
Many nursing blood
Some tears dropped

In sadness, grief songs
If weeping, forgive,
Missions of grief; restore
Oder, Trees hammered

Let Buddhas past,
Present or future
Solve moral questions,
Written in Precepts,

Suggestions govern
Acts of violence silently
Not listened, calligraphy
Scrawled In conscious mind,

Order of clay tablets
Morality seldom handed
Written in papyrus. Rice
Paper gives no vision

Of Humankind's Child
In Eden of blight, always
Flowering hate. Everlastingly,
In time of smashed atoms

If silence speaks, uttered
Beneath thorny days
Night's reign of terror
Leave us be streaked

Mind Of red. Serenity's
Peace, never Life
If sitting nine years
Be walls of divinity

Sold in slavery. Lives gone
Being uttered in dying
Silence, some lies
Eventually spoken,

See through flames
Uncontrolled shirt
Of fire binding bodies.
Nurses tending wounds,

All watch wraiths descend.
Witnesses then warmth gone
Created salves of Healing
Final resolution in blood.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

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Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Leavened Lands of Fire
And Ice.

So what if one knows
The criticism of Roy Harvey Pierce.
So what if one can quote
Deep lines of Emily Dickinson
TS Eliot, or college verse
What if Frost

New poetry in bones of brevity,
Has lived and died with verses
Running through his veins of gunshot,
W.S. Merwin into arteries of pain
Stemmed shunt, replaced
Intestines of love, mineral salts
Bought with gratitude, Schools
Of Liberal thought, Always bringing
Karl Marx, Second-exposition,
Best because of lines in literature
Not Poetry, mayhem not good enough
With word went to foretell
Agencies of days in hell, wonderful,
Beyond all word smith in his heart
Of Rita Dove, his shaft, not priest
Nor doctor of philosophy,
Philosophy! What of words?
Is he not a bringer of pain,
Bringer of truth, teacher of rain?
Who wishes to seek his sunlight?

Though his words worked
All his life, seeking grace
He learns no one wants his truth
Reality. All stairs into caves must
Die of dust, or Fire flies, shadows
Widening caves of stone shut up
Thy neighbor of fallen Death
Could he or she but seek their rest
Shrinking light, seeking another night
Another destiny? Isn't split house
Paid for forty years of pain
They live without mortgages!
Before caves of Song in Disgrace,
Songs of Innocence, or storage.
What they gave in experiences,
Giving up one's license to travel life,
More Health insurance, with paid

Social Security, and Medicare
Which paid one thousand more
Brain Surgeries resist the tumor
AVM, young surgeon's art, stones,
Knot forgiven fire to child, daughter,
Prophets, aunts, piety beseeches
Especially wife in health of birth.
Where do politicians come measuring
Oath? Those who take vital minds
Heart's more ghostly Bill of, Rights?
Wrong, without senate powers
Delight of bones? Let Supreme
Court seeking Kennedy assign
Peaceful Mornings, into daylight
Disgrace in Loving Kindness,
Women presidents forsaken,
All else given, you would relent
Yourselves! Those who eat organ
Meats of oysters, pray for those who
Chant, "Shall we give each day
Sustenance, perhaps fatherhood?"

To open Aorta, keeping legs,
Shut, keeping the spirit of guts,
Each other, each other's pace.
Now in peace. Go into medicine,
Walk into open lines poetry,
Divorce her Gifts of God
Misplaced man shunts off window
Marylin's devotion, galaxy of Agape
Ignorance of schools without

Survival in villages, thousands
In pain in lands of global warmth.
He has found peace on Dogen,
Sitting daily, out of scholarship
Out of his own stains, he is free
Of curses because he sits, has
Precepts in his worth, does good
Now gives where they thought
Him tough, he is soft flesh,
Devotion to his own family,
Out of hate gone into atmospheres
Into stuff made of tranquility,
Overflow of verses graced
In willingness, in honesty,
His life is free, Ubasoku
Lasts forever, first discovered
Gift of love without Christian
Requirements, a gift of tranquility.


Gassho
Deep bows
Lend a Hand
sat two half hours,
Tie Shi
Calm poetry.

[Tai Shi]

Commentary, comments being right
Giving forth just another being let
Us understand placement of words.
Let us hear wind chimes in the breeze
Time passed, only if I could hear
And there I know nothing more comes
Of joy but thinking of the one true one.

Gassho
sat/lah