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

[Artien]

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

Gassho
SatToday

[Rich]

[emoji93]Dropping all thinking
She became infinite space
An ocean of love

Sat/lah


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[Tai Shi]

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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[Tai Shi]

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

[Rich]

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

Sat/lah


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[Rich]

[emoji93]Sky paradises
And future salvations dropped
For the love of now


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[Tai Shi]

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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[Rich]

Nice. Thanks
Sat/lah


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[Tai Shi]

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.

[Rich]

As spring flowers bloom
Mockingbirds sing at sunrise
Fragrant dew settles

Sat/lah


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[Tai Shi]

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

[Rich]

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[Tai Shi]

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

[Tom A.]

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
-sattoday-

Gassho

Tom

Sat


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[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


Gassho
Kokuu
-sattoday-