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

[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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