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

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  • Kokuu
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    • Nov 2012
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    I like it Tom!

    "The dove descending breaks the air
    With flame of incandescent terror
    Of which the tongues declare
    The one discharge from sin and error.
    The only hope, or else despair
    Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre—
    To be redeemed from fire by fire."


    -- T S Eliot, Little Gidding


    Gassho
    Kokuu
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    • Tom A.
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      • May 2020
      • 248

      Originally posted by Kokuu
      I like it Tom!

      "The dove descending breaks the air
      With flame of incandescent terror
      Of which the tongues declare
      The one discharge from sin and error.
      The only hope, or else despair
      Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre—
      To be redeemed from fire by fire."


      -- T S Eliot, Little Gidding


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      Kokuu
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      • Tai Shi
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        • Oct 2014
        • 3420

        Little Gidding was started after The Dry Salvages but was delayed because of Eliot's declining health and his dissatisfaction with early drafts of the poem. Eliot was unable to finish the poem until September 1942.[24] Like the three previous poems of the Four Quartets, the central theme is time and humanity's place within it. Each generation is seemingly united and the poem describes a unification within Western civilisation. When discussing World War II, the poem states that humanity is given a choice between the bombing of London or the Holy Spirit. God's love allows humankind to redeem itself and escape the living hell through purgation by fire; he drew the affirmative coda "All shall be well" from medieval mystic Julian of Norwich. The end of the poem describes how Eliot has attempted to help the world as a poet, and he parallels his work in language with working on the soul or working on society.[25] Wikipedia
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        • Rich
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          • Apr 2009
          • 2614

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          • Tai Shi
            Member
            • Oct 2014
            • 3420

            Fire caught my spine.
            Asked my father, "Dad,
            How is your back, what's
            Your Day like?" "Oh son
            It's like fire." I put away
            Telling him it's like everyone
            I listened. Telling him this,
            "Dad, I've thought a long
            Time, and I've thought
            How to tell you this. I love
            You dad." He him's haws
            Changes, "Dad, I'm not
            Interested in money."
            Almost miss, then we
            Talk about his day, comfort.

            Two weeks later, my loved
            One, our Pearl, I Sold everything
            For her, bought her Pearls
            Glass adorning Her window,
            "I'm in this for the Long haul.
            That's what men On trains
            Pulling out from station.
            Longest trip." Our age, she
            Is 67. me 70. I'm there to the end,
            Till death do us start. Only
            Three vows in my life, one
            To The Dove, one to
            The Precepts, The one to her,
            Lives together death an end
            Loyalty biggest, how could
            Renonce? How could renounce?
            I would rather cut off my arm
            Sitting nine years in caves?
            Are stories real? Grains of truth
            To save me our lives, all sentient
            Beings. Jesus, Bodhidharma,
            Loving Buddhas, alone, on sundials
            Measured time of silence.

            Gassho
            sat/ lah
            Last edited by Tai Shi; 05-11-2022, 06:25 PM.
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            • Rich
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              • Apr 2009
              • 2614

              As spring flowers bloom
              Mockingbirds sing at sunrise
              Fragrant dew settles

              Sat/lah


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              • Tai Shi
                Member
                • Oct 2014
                • 3420

                The world is delicious,
                Sun bringing robins

                With day from night
                Farmers tend fields
                To light at four a.m.

                Children, I remember
                Laurel could drink no
                Cows' Milk from infancy,

                Farms where goat milk
                Protein nourished child.
                Our daughter heard doves

                we called her Laurel,
                Her Laurel Ann, name mom,
                Gave like music she

                She played In parks across
                From our home, while daddy
                Taught at local college

                Stores for Beautiful
                Spring in late May
                Corn and soy beans

                Grew for Tokyo curds,
                she could not drink milk
                Thousands of miles

                Around the earth, away
                From south Dakota farms
                In prairie lands upon family,

                Farms where Robins fly,
                for years old May mornings

                Upon dew covered grass
                Turning green in May,
                In goat pastures, cows
                Left easy and alive.
                Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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                • Rich
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                  • Apr 2009
                  • 2614

                  Nice. Thanks
                  Sat/lah


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                  • Tai Shi
                    Member
                    • Oct 2014
                    • 3420

                    ARTS: Poetry

                    I’m fearful that they
                    May never heal die
                    Entertaining phase
                    Two: healthy brain
                    Surgery with maybe
                    PTSD but miracle
                    In that I am alive again
                    Keeps me hopeful
                    Anxiety looms wide
                    Higher like blackbird
                    On wire swooped
                    Looks at anonymous
                    Bird doctor essentially
                    To fields, how he
                    Repairs my grotesque
                    Attitude, now lilacs
                    Creative seed growth
                    Of purple flowers
                    Become hopeless
                    Despite first summer
                    Breezy storms 110
                    Miles tornadoes are
                    Gone for birds survival
                    We allow miracles
                    Of meditation
                    Daily bread breakfast
                    Lunch, dinner hope
                    Food from earth
                    Fattening birds,
                    Stomper full today
                    Lilac’s seeds dependence
                    On wind scattered
                    Openly to wind
                    Expect food another
                    Summer day solstice,
                    She has everything she
                    Thanks goodness we
                    Are safely repairing
                    Everyone everything
                    Everywhere sometimes
                    Dandelions puff home
                    Breeze let us rejoice
                    For blackberry harvest
                    After lilac blooms again!
                    Nourishing creatures
                    In summertime, solstice
                    Bringing healing food
                    Near death bringing
                    Life next to blood
                    Seeing after wind
                    Torrential recitation
                    Without inviting
                    Bell fragment of memory
                    Maybe returning home
                    Reading earth wind
                    Fire within Bodhisattva.
                    Lotus bloom is again!

                    Gassho
                    sat/lah


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                    Last edited by Tai Shi; 06-11-2022, 12:26 PM. Reason: Lotus Bloom is Picked
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                    • Rich
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                      • Apr 2009
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                      [emoji93]Sky paradises
                      And future salvations dropped
                      For the love of now


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                      • Rich
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                        • Apr 2009
                        • 2614

                        One step at a time
                        Towards new present moments
                        Without the dead past

                        Sat/lah


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                        • Tai Shi
                          Member
                          • Oct 2014
                          • 3420

                          We End our Father's Day

                          Dream of poetry, solitary
                          Alabaster crystal helps our lives
                          With Worlds once oxygen,

                          Speech Becomes seeds of hope,
                          Red of single ancient flavored,
                          Sun at 3:00 p.m. of stoneless cut.

                          Solitary twelve great white rocks
                          Transformed into me, watered
                          Love run away, don't run!

                          Words shimmer in afternoons,
                          Rising speech worlds bright orbs
                          Quietly unwholesome, emptiness

                          You are Not forgotten, DAD don't die!
                          Truthfully, I weep for father's voice
                          Once again, I don't leave; I comfort him.

                          Dad, don't go!
                          Fatherhood cannot resume it's days
                          Quietly to speak words without pain.

                          Gassho
                          sat/ lah
                          Last edited by Tai Shi; 06-26-2022, 01:10 AM. Reason: name
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                          • Tai Shi
                            Member
                            • Oct 2014
                            • 3420

                            AGING WITH PEPPER

                            FOR Marjorie and
                            Taishi

                            I have No PTSD after brain surgery
                            Memory of Fern Lake Trail, More than 35-
                            Years ago, Rocky Mountain vision gone,
                            Pristine there was slender life, faun, 9000
                            Foot trail, I told her, we could not reach
                            Out to feed our lunch three feet away
                            It stood with it's Brown with White spots,
                            Where was the doe? Looking on, we hiked
                            In shaded sun, one-hundred yards more
                            Our unbelief, vision of mirror, blue shimmer,
                            Finally, serenity of clear rippled bright lake,
                            Flocks of birds flying, fish swimming, chaos
                            Gone on summer day in August, climbing
                            Back, we would not return next year,
                            Our Daughter came before, our sacrifice,
                            Our beauty. This translation traveled free
                            Laurel wreath of Japanese orphan, female
                            Feline found 12,000 miles away sheltered
                            Far away from us, Japanese literature
                            Never Temporally gone, her Alana, long
                            Sought large brown-black born without care,
                            Now nestled in America wakens to mornings
                            With Pepper cat, both eating morsels together
                            Tabbies, great Alana cat ate soft tidbits
                            Pepper gulped both from my wife's and me,
                            Tins of food Pepper territorial at home, Alana
                            Months away from her city, St Louis. Home, She
                            Sleeps quietly. Eyes closed, daughter looking
                            Into mind of hope to scholar, poet, teacher,
                            Flew to Tokyo for one year, ageless days gone,
                            Alana her cat now breaks my heart disappear
                            As Rocky Mountain visions, Daughter takes
                            Her back, daughter, yet conceived in silence,
                            Carrying poetry like mother female cat looking
                            To settle away from family, bird of education.
                            Eight-hundred miles, drive away in Honda Civic,
                            Her cat rides in red case home to Missouri.
                            For us, Summer to Winter returns, on time,
                            Our Pepper cat momentarily quiet, reflections,
                            Mirror plays, then She dreams, Old Pepper
                            I am ab Salt in time. We never owned Alana.
                            Authentic hunter, Pepper's purr to mother me,
                            Clouds of rest. She's serene, I'm sublime,
                            Pepper cat remembers her old spring,
                            Now leaps to cupboard, then to my lap.
                            Alana departed once more for Washington
                            University. She saunters into new apartment,
                            To only file away, hours in chairs, laps,
                            Upholstery. Now lithe Pepper toy balls
                            Alana is gone once more. Anon Cold plays.
                            Winter Life without young cat, Pepper
                            Sleeps on furniture, returns again to me,
                            To family, quietly, the two of us, Mother
                            Now beautiful 67-years-old Marjorie,
                            She's Pearl spinning, taking care of me,
                            I am Calm poetry finally I am 70-years-old.
                            This is time, an arthritic outlook, Stiff
                            Bones on fire like our cat I give breathing more
                            My calcified ribs, my shaking hands, sweet,
                            I am an old man, even our Pepper is old.
                            Scoops of ice cream not good enough,
                            It's necessary like wind, swirling blizzard,
                            Wild white ice on my plate, prairie frozen
                            With deep snow. Our daughter has passed
                            Her comprehensives, we have passed our days
                            Into night. Draped night, blankets of white life
                            From Winter, subzero wind. We sleep in warmth,
                            We are silent dust on roses, on glowing trees.

                            Gassho
                            sat/ lah


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                            • Rich
                              Member
                              • Apr 2009
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                              [emoji93]Dropping all thinking
                              She became infinite space
                              An ocean of love

                              Sat/lah


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                              • Artien
                                Member
                                • Jun 2022
                                • 56

                                You on the wet rock,
                                Raging water crashes around,
                                I will hold you dry.

                                Gassho
                                SatToday

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