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

[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

[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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