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

[Tai Shi]

Thank You, Write Again

For all let us write, One, two three... Thank you all for the many poems, thank you all for those dedicated to Treeleaf Zendo, to fail not, and to give forth like Elm, Conifer, Douglas Fir, all never, confined not, giving green this Maple seed, will come in two or three months, offering green, amber, brown, green seeds, growing Trees, giving forth, thank you for coming here to be with us, all manner of poems, all types of free verse, of those may verse, Big Poetry, Little Poetry, April Verse, Summer verse, Autumn verses, Winter Verse, all verses, all Poets, come forth, bee, insect, worm, yes be, yes be... keep writing for art and being, may we be together, Thanks being, thank you write again...

Gassho
lah/sat

[Tai Shi]

For Shokai

Our teachers drop out our sky is bright,
Morning in February, every snow in us
Cold we must find our teachers where
So where are you? Could it be your friend?

Your wife befall with sight gone, do we sit
Alone someone else rings a bell, more like
You not but more like a gong, where is bright
Satisfying tone high mournfully everywhere?

We sing your praise your song, your ancient
Voice, we as birds for thee, we sing with thee
What becomes of thine audience, the sun felt
Rays ninety-thee million miles away as we

Sit this, this morning without thee, wondering
What becomes of Treeleaf without you?
What sorcery, magic not, this may sickness
Of family matter be, your wonderment where

Can all be with us this morning, this bring
Us without, where are you? We sing in silence
Bright us to sit in quiet, each to each we are in sight
Nine of us in rows, young and old, women, men

Radiance, we sit quietly in peace calm poems
Each of us, we know, your being, two days
I have been absent from you without rows and yet
What of me, what of thee, we sing your praise.

We sing of thee, what becomes of ocean bright?
Sun with you we cannot function fully even though
We are alone, we plod down soil like those without
Draft horses, we pull, quietly sit without a teacher.

Gassho
lah/sat

Hosai, I like this poem very much. Could you provide more information about this poem please and please give us some insight into the story behind the poem?
Gassho
lah/sat

It is based of the French version of the Canadian anthem.

_/\_
sat/ah
hōsai

[Tai Shi]

First Joy

What is joy?
What is it to a baby girl come forth
Into this wold, to know this
Is the miracle, be there ever miracles
In this life, our only protoplasm
We shall ever know, this
Be worth every suffering I have KNOWN
I suffer this hell that tells me “You
Don’t belong here!” Yet, that baby
Girl child has made every moment
Of grinding white teeth on porcelain
White sink near where underneath
Bathroom vanity sink with waterproof
Shower, that gaurds the chemical
I shall be here in my purpose driven
Pain that says, “You belong here if only
For them!” Yea I do walk this vain formation
Of death, but I will never give in because
I love them both she cursed me for demanding
Baby girl be born with forceps, tearing
Gash no knife every knife could tear
Tears for momma she sacrifices
Her memory for what happened to her
This promise I made, no more, you my love
will never suffer so again to this damnation
That abortion I don’t think IT ever should
Have been because on holiday, to watch
To believe you both are best friends, that
She shall gaurd you as I have dyed, cannot
Be with you, my love, at the end, that ours,
Our lifelong love, will continue to flourish
In an accadeic proliferation, that we
Will meet agail, my love, loved baby, I gave
Up anymore children because our love will
Travel across us to you and me, my blessings
Three of us shall always live together forever
In rhyme after nuances of creation in this
Unity of our life, our senecio of love inspires love
Love each other, we turned her free, to her own heart.
We are our own creation our own people we love her.
Gassho
lah/sat

[Tai Shi]

VATS ARE SO COOL

I am 73, my wife and I have been married for 42 years.
I know that we have been together for 44 years. What
Did we do for the first st two years that made us different
From many couples at the time and what did I do
To insure our marriage would continue as a family marriage?
Our continued partnership was not guaranteed, we
Might have sacrificed our beauty for what liquid?
What did I have to give up to get this beauty
What is called Fire Water by a culture it nearly
Destroyed by proud people? Why did I promise
Myself that I could sacrifice myself in this pool
Of abysmal situation, not even thinking of my life of being
Natural in my head and innocent thoughts which
Would have destroyed me clear to the bitter truth
Of my heart my soul mysteriously dying in vats of grapes
Barely even wheat and potatoes which makes man
Woman fools in creation and which has made some
Go on to bitterness, despair and anger for life
What did the Buddha ban from his beautiful Four
Noble Truths of Life and his love of life in his heart
What do we find in even The Five Mindfulness
Trainings, beautiful Thich Nhat Hanh and deep
in Cambodian Forests what does every Buddhist know
Which may be indelible in this world and which can
Destroy everything even life. The world is not ready
To be gobbled up by this bottom of the ocean which
Cannot exist without the knowledge of death? Blessings
For my wife, even now such as this causes strife in my life!
Though. This be long in my past life I am plagued with fear!
Anger, continual damnation into no wisdom in belief in death!

Gassho
lah/ sat





Life brought the beauty

[Tai Shi]

Jundo, is it possible for me to write a poem inquiring about Chinese or North Korean’s or even Iraq's us of AI and how it might be used against Some Western nations and democracies. I think the decision about Tic Toc allows for foul play? Could you clarify what questions a Human being must ask the AI and if it might be programed out of some Alian non Western country or far Western country where they might want to hurt Western civilization or Europe?

[Tai Shi]

Hosai, I like this poem very much. Could you provide more information about this poem please and please give us some insight into the story behind the poem?
Gassho
lah/sat

[Tai Shi]

When this AI poses as a human voice
Additional questions are might ask
so what would you ask this personality
To understand its purpose, its origin.
Ai could pose as anything of value
However, there are safty questions
Built into each AI. How could
You figure out if it’s AI?

[Tai Shi]

Interesting use of historical context for this poem. I like it very much, and I am a stupid American who doesn’t understand the history behind This Poem but I like it very much.

O Canada! Land of our indigenous hosts
Your brow is wreathed with glorious flower garlands.
For your arm knows how to wield a katana
It also knows how to bear the bo
Your history was a short epic
In response to an unprovoked attack
We're self-immolating in protest
We hope you and the stock market enjoy the ride
And remember YOU chose that crazy cracker

_/\_
sat/ah
hōsai

[Tai Shi]

At Least She bore Our Child

Some would say Christ for our child
Is supreme, gave His life
Some salvation came from anger

Gone. Buddha with His silent
Loving Kindness supremely won,
Reigns with Culpa after Culpa.

What comes ahead for me?
Defeated gnostic women.
When they taught this emptiness?

Mortal men had great ideas,
Love be kind, Love thy neighbor, love
Each other At least she bore our baby

Girl. That child went on
From our shoulders, with her wight
Above our bootstraps. Walked paths

Immortal we never completed our
MA, MFA. Her onto Ph.D. Words of peace
Published for all to see her. Doctorate

Across to Japanese. babies cannot stop
Coming into war, this war always
Babies come more and more,

Pillage sweet, rubble fragile
Rubble, bombed for this humanity
Is sympathy, my empathy

As I see Hezbollah sinking
Into sand, covered with bricks
Into Hospitals, Red Crescent life

Into milk and honey, with this child,
Satisfied fathers, but women cry.
Rockets pepper sky. Brothers,

Weep with stone sacrifices,
I would find our Brotherhood,
Our Sisterhood. Why we cannot

Cling to life, so find shelter? Babies
Come, come on. Why more births--come, wring
Our hands, ring bells of war, Beware. Come

Again. Nothing comes of nothing. Soprano
Of death. All disappear, whole degrees are
Gone. Villages exploded into sky, This.

Destiny. Nonextant paths of war.
Tunnels that do not exist, see
War. Are babies gunned? Our child

Hears of Allah, Buddha, Christ. of Gods
Of all reality into night, or children
In drifting sand. All cannot disappear!

Gassho
lah/sat
Tai Shi

[Hoseki]

buildings, bodies and bureaucracy
at rest on a fulcrum of flesh and blood
the weight of a single breath
moves the world

gassho,

Hoseki
sattoday/lah

蛇蝎為心 (Jakatsu Ishin)

In gilded halls where power meets greed,
The architects gather to plant their seed.
Tech titans dine with those who reign,
A pact is forged, a dark domain.

Algorithms serve the ruling few,
Data twists to shape the view.
What’s whispered low in marble rooms,
Echoes loud in freedom's tombs.

The tools of progress, now turned to bind,
To harvest thought and shape the mind.
A digital leash on every breath,
An empire built on quiet death.

With politicians bought and sold,
The future’s cast in iron mold.
Elections staged, debates contrived,
The oligarchs ensure they’ve thrived.

Surveillance grows, a tangled web,
To crush dissent, to fear embed.
Each movement tracked, each word aligned,
A world where truth becomes confined.

And as they tighten every screw,
Hope is culled, rebellion few.
For when the masters share one throne,
The rest are left to stand alone.

Yet in this dark, a spark remains,
A chance to sever iron chains.
Will people rise to break the scheme,
Or slumber on in this machine?

Beware the pact of wealth and state,
For tyranny wears progress’ face.
The choice is ours: to bend the knee
Or fight, resist and and live life free.

_/\_
sat/ah
Hōsai

[Tai Shi]

Frost at Minus Three

Another soft this morning
As frost sits on some blade
Of grass, on dirt beneath,

I wish for more slumber,
Resting from water masses
Beneath grass,

Arthritic pain wastes
Time on me, I am
Not free, enslaved time

By thoughts of my past,
Withstanding nothing, withholding,
All, I sit in Zazen, snow is if

I'm Melted, refrozen. I wish
For an end, for more
Generosity, anything.

Roaches upon morsel of rot
Scintillating, as bacterium
Worms now asleep,

She is free, sandworms blocked
In spring, follow me, blocking
We lie together as another

Pair. Gone from dust-deep
Underfoot, stumble again,
What becomes as dusty as

Multifidous? Money
My organs envelop more,
Not to take my lust.

Gassho
Tai Shi

受戒 (Jukai)

Im not good with numbers
My wife told me that we had been together
For a quarter of my life

I told her that was impossible because
I had been studying zen for that long
More than twice as long as I have known her

So you plan to live to 100 then?
25 years! Have I been a fraud?
25 years of the most consistent element in my life...

3 refuges, 3 pure precepts, 10 grave precepts
Are nearly meaningless in the face of that time
Eventually, you will out wait your need to realize anything

No book, no belief, no doctrine, no education, no ideology, no story, no habit, no teacher, no friend, no lover,
no relationship can ever be compared.

_/\_
sat/ah
matt