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

[Tai Shi]

Feeding the Cat

Our soft, old, gray cat
Jumps on me in morning
Light; I've not fed her yet.
When I greet her she is delight.
She gulps flesh of something.
One more great stomach,
She's felt secure, now feeds
On last morsal of delight.

Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Our soft, old, gray cat
Jumps on me in morning
Light; I've not fed her yet.

Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Realization
August I'm ready for more
Change of yellow days,

Tai Shi

[Artien]

The sound of green.
Eyes half closed light,
breathe deep summers.

Gassho,
Artien
Sat

[Rich]

[emoji94]The final shipwreck
Revealed all was illusion
Trust in emptiness


Sat/lah


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[Tai Shi]

Spring 1982

She insisted
They would elope,
Still June 12th, 1982,
Blue wedding dress, suit
Worn twice, blue her eyes,
Forty years, wedded,
Would be together!
Forty years he wears
Ring, on left for wedding.
He insisted tradition,
Realization of dream,
In pain of life, one step
Then thirty-five years
Half life, half
Of his life, she is 67,
More than her life.
Five years more,
Bare, no soul
She waited on him,
For child. Loyalty!
Monday July 22nd, 1987,
100%, off of that surrender,
One fraction of percentages,
Drop, not one living
Amends, whole life,
Less is more.


Substance gone--
Daily, then will be so
To come 35 years more.
Flush of Fractions, more.
Little child, thirty-three
With them, how they
Are Good parents!
They chose life,
Not desperation,
These young ones can
Help helped destination.
Failure of less 100 years?
Century of seventy,

Mind,
Surgery as
Land of seventy.
Craniotomy, Necessary
Never elective on right
Temporal lobe.
Friend of nurse,
Never faltered,
One measure
One brother,
Finally heart disease
Valves surprised
He lives on,
Someday in their
Wholesome death
This is only me--
To be 70-years-
Old, years waiting
For corrections,

He worked his life,
Just names,
Stronger poisons
Never used again.
Why do you ask?
He is not you?
In endless
Infinite to save
All sentient beings,
He is not poisons,
Shots causing,
Good, less pain.
He has learned to see
Through invisibility,
Of dishonest poetry,
Disclaimers every
Professional responsibility
His body, healthy mind,
Is reality, sentience.
Corporeal,
They show poetry
To them, take it all
Never personally know
His personality,
Take responsibility.
Perfection never years,
Decisions snap infinity.
Yet, he is only one day.


Exempt,
Sacrum, Neck,
Tender nerves,
In his upper,
Body never today
Special shoes.
Near to him, all
She did was gone
He found corrections!
For others not,
Vortex up endlessly,
Say my Dharma!
Friends, words
This! Leave form,
Beyond, give life,
Far behind,
She teaches zazen
She is Zen,
Loving Kindness.
His salvation,
His myth, his history,
Saved by her, he saved
Her. See teacher,
She insists on now,
He insists on meaning,
Objects not of past?
Take medicine?
As you are told,
For what I have
To do myself,
My secessions, sit
Just sit,
This is just is.

Gassho
sat/ lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Kokuu! Do You Remember

I ask you how long
We have been friends,
Yes how long have we been friends?
When +how many years?
Do you recall? Was it string, summer,
Fall, or winter? Was it in April,
August, or December, or was it
In some time neither of us recall?
I believe you will have
As much difficulty remembering
As me. I recall fair weather;
What do you recall? I am wrong,
I have gone through two seasons
Recalling nothing, and should

This be a poem?
I don't know. I am on significantly
Lower drugs than I was on
When I met you.
I am insignificant.

Tai Shi
Gassho
Tai Shi

[Rich]

Thanks. You put things in perspective

Sat/lah


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[Tai Shi]

Essentials

Work discontinued as some hearing loss,
Thirty-five years of sweet little tears, rounded,
Half is life, Father ending Ethyl alcohol, Sions
End, daughter growing up, her MFA, her poems
Her Asian translations found in poetry,

He could never give her this, never hidden
Endings of cheap vodka spill, hidden will
Given away, Champagne glasses gone,
Gone, Professor, may her PhD teach
More than mear change, changed
To teach design after her students,

Mother’s sacrifice, when did she get
Her reward, driving her sweet, bright blue,
Creative writing his peers, his love,
He sobered July 22nd, 1987, living
Amends, now thirty-five years. July 22nd,
What is old, were they told June 12th 1982?
Would end. Wasn't it their dream?
Would they last? Half their lives,

Old together? He writes,
Not one day, aging explaining night.
They look after– half Luna, three quarter,
They are ready? When endings come,
Isolation, Creation reaching for Stars,
James Webb galaxies, red nebula,
Space dust, always together.
End of their cells in these sober thoughts,
Solar system, Voyager one and two,
More than forty years. Then Alpha Centauri,
Moon in their windows, atoms survive.

Tai Shi

[Rich]

Waking to what is
She felt a joyful presence
Watching sky castles

Sat/lah


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[Tai Shi]

I choose to be clear
No drinking I'm clear
Of thinking. Follow precepts
First miracle. Buddha first
The Still Shadow
One day, when Prince Siddhartha's father took his young son out into a village area for a ploughing festival, his nurses left the would-be Buddha alone under a tree. During the festival the young prince notices various sights of suffering, such as laboring men and oxen, and worms and insects being exposed by the ploughing and eaten by birds. Seeing these sights he then began to meditate under the tree and attain jhana. As time went by the tree's shadow miraculously stayed in place, sheltering the prince in shade as the sun moved across the sky.[8][9] In another version of the story, the would-be Buddha fell asleep under the tree during the festival. As time went by and the sun moved across the sky the tree's shadow likewise stayed still, keeping the young prince under the shade for the duration of his nap.[10][11] Wikipedia.
Thirty-five years,
I smile, this is my miracle
I am alive to tell you truth.

Gassho
sat/ lah

[Tai Shi]

Song of Old Wine
For all alcoholics.
Long term is possible.

Some time ago witnessing
Tom in his beauty, who said
Man cannot be beauty, Jundo
We gather as great humanity
Onka divide us not remain
Loving kindness, what
Time, the other, water
Dry or not of wine making
From water. Against three
Exceptions, creation? Half
Life. Much time, what
Second, year, decades,
I've lived seven decades,
seven tenths century
Tom his miracle of Life,
Give me some wisdom
Half my seventy years
This is my miracle. month
Fifteen moments, moment
Of days, three and one
Half decades with no
Alcoholic beverage, red
Wine like blood, what
For Buddha was water
Had fermentation become
Yet, with Jesus new wine
Old wine in vats, casks
How did jars at wedding
I choose to be clear
No drinking I'm clear
Of thinking. Precepts
First miracle. Buddha first
The Still Shadow
Dry cool air, shelter me
Buddha, sun standing
Still or was it shadow
Stayed, wine for wedding
Jesus first miracle
Oh Buddha, keep me dry
Those who wish wetness
Those who wish dryness
Which is most like wine?
To quench from Lazarus
Rayment dipped to quench
In hell, Buddha's volition,
Give us more miracles
Since bringing bird songs
For She is perfect poet
Finding in hut, like Grass
Hut, may we find shelter
From noonday sun, may
Her tongue be satisfied,
Those wishing moisture
May they be given away
From wine fermentation
Precepts I find for myself.
May I be day, daily more
Than dry, sober only each
Not Thirty-five years,
Dear Kokuu, poet of Haiku,
Forty-five years, young,
I smile, this is my miracle
I am alive to tell you truth.
Each day Marjorie sees truth.

Gassho
sat/ lah

[Nengyoku]

With friends such as these,
How could I ever know the pain of loneliness?
A warbler cries in the mist

Gassho,
Nengyoku
Sat
Sat

[Rich]

For Rich
And the other.

Dropping my thoughts,
Rich, you tech my young
Love in infinite space,
Pools of light heart,
In three ln esteemed
Light I think of beauty
I am right temporal
Lobe set free to breathe
I simply can feel pain
Again, from it comes
Sensation, Richest black
Field of stars, set against
Nothingness and something
Rich, teach me once more
In three beautiful lines.

Gassho
sat/ lah

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[Tai Shi]

For Rich
And the other.

Dropping my thoughts,
Rich, you tech my young
Love in infinite space,
Pools of light heart,
In three ln esteemed
Light I think of beauty
I am right temporal
Lobe set free to breathe
I simply can feel pain
Again, from it comes
Sensation, Richest black
Field of stars, set against
Nothingness and something
Rich, teach me once more
In three beautiful lines.

Gassho
sat/ lah