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

[Tai Shi]

Summer Celebration

Verses long, short, in
Between other stuff,
Seedlings layered up.
No buds, yet no wisps
Onto head of round
Ethereal nothingness
My own flower, deep red,
My own mind which
You must touch,
Parts learned,

Wisdom recounting
Lost days, meanderings
Minimal invisible,
Plant petals, ovum,
Stamen, nothing
More than air, quarter
Four, Four in winds, music,
Notes grasping at earth,
Wandering space, melody
Of time signature growth,
Past what I took to find,
Beautiful red, white, lavender
Color there to be taken,
Another wild room, second
Willed best bed, upon

Mother of my children,
Reconstruction, those
Thoughts, growing
Equations. ciphering
Air, light, soil into soil, stood up,
Roses, many existing types,
Included on normal
Days down within growth,
With leaves from that
Flower of morning sun,
Photons, philanthropic
Holes, moles next to roots,
Waste, smell to fertilize
Life, burrowing mole

Through woody grasp,
Into more dirt, suckling
Moisture out of, under
Vines above water satisfied
Sap through it's veins
This tubular stem
Meanders through life,
Wisdom of warmth,
Of summer rose buds,
Blooming in space,
Buds unseen until white
Reunite pink over bush
Flowers on top of leaves,
Green bush, one third under
Earthen crust, loam
Decaying vegetation,
Mocking time for new
Growth, dandelions,

Into soil, taproot,
Cut through. Comes back
Into rock breaking
Asunder another lava
Flow, partial vine, then
Another, quick now or miss
Speedy, one, two, three,
Puff of seed, into air, drifting
Into blue Oxygen, gas
Of substance, of matter,
Nestled above slender
Stem, tube of white sap
All stops atop roof
In floating grass to sprout
Again like rose hips,
Flowers have in common
Root, fine petals, engines
Of seed, news of next year,
Creating sugar from sun
Light to grow buds, blooms,
Simple life, self-contained,
Complex, year after year
After Year, sinking down,
Standing, sitting tall upon
Earth, soil, decaying plants
Into rotting leaves of grass,
Good Smell, green to brown,
An end in itself. We celebrate
Flowers of summer, seed of fall
Days, winter cold, spring seed
Another celebration! Summer.

Gassho
lah/sat

Tai Shi
Charles E Taylor

I Fear No Star

When night falls
Against night sky
Clouds chase below wind,

Storm brews, we have
Sat Zazen, relief
Soars below moon, eye
Earl King Swept Away


Of Storm on this way
I walked afraid of mist
The Earl king spews words

From my pen, south two
Separate hurricanes dropped
Salt beach on shore at night

Fall, uncased for days
Above shore, hills imaginary,
Cloak of wind Earl king's

Magic gnome, we have
Walked alone, we have been
Earl king's raft, river bone

We revolve, circle around
Star, never pilot high
Planet of sky, day, Night

Gone into clouds nigh
Another sediment swept
Before storm of Earl king

Child in his or her arms apart
Starlight peaks beneath
Sky, momentarily gone

Again, child fear not
Earl King; will not fly
You home into his clouds.

Believe parent's embrace
Life of Eye of Magic Sun System
Tree to sing another song.

Question...Who is Earl King?

_/\_
sat/ah
matt

[Tai Shi]

I Fear No Star

When night falls
Against night sky
Clouds chase below wind,

Storm brews, we have
Sat Zazen, relief
Soars below moon, eye
Earl King Swept Away


Of Storm on this way
I walked afraid of mist
The Earl king spews words

From my pen, south two
Separate hurricanes dropped
Salt beach on shore at night

Fall, uncased for days
Above shore, hills imaginary,
Cloak of wind Earl king's

Magic gnome, we have
Walked alone, we have been
Earl king's raft, river bone

We revolve, circle around
Star, never pilot high
Planet of sky, day, Night

Gone into clouds nigh
Another sediment swept
Before storm of Earl king

Child in his or her arms apart
Starlight peaks beneath
Sky, momentarily gone

Again, child fear not
Earl King; will not fly
You home into his clouds.

Believe parent's embrace
Life of Eye of Magic Sun System
Tree to sing another song.

[Tai Shi]

Matt, yes I take pictures and i enjoyed your poem. should we begin discussing not misusing sex.
gassho
lah/sat

Fall...
who can dress for it?
more light than last year
needles sewing pine needles
washed dishes, asian lady beetles
all the lights on, and a hot shower
tap tapping away, my computer powered
the sun’s gift stored, untouched by jolts—
not even a flicker from my 12.9 volts.

_/\_
sat/ah
matt

[Seth Van Raemdonck]

Autumn in Belgium…
Beautiful walks in the forest, and even a small poem

Gassho,
Seth

Autumn Finally Here

Red across our little street
Glimmers in this tree, maple
Yellow, behind must be also
Maple, where is cold
Air, no autumn on record
Wafted 93 degrees Fahrenheit,
Fairweather is like the boat of air,
Single mountain North America,

In this state of no return, Dakota
Sky, Nebraska why left behind,
Iowa, my new beginning, my life.
Winter will royal into our plains
Town, so believe the soft breeze!
It will only last an hour of your
Life.

Gassho
lah/sat

That paints such a beautiful picture... Do you ever take pictures?

_/\_
matt

[Tai Shi]

Matt Johnson, I bought this book.
Gassho
lah/sat

[Tai Shi]

Autumn Finally Here

Red across our little street
Glimmers in this tree, maple
Yellow, behind must be also
Maple, where is cold
Air, no autumn on record
Wafted 93 degrees Fahrenheit,
Fairweather is like the boat of air,
Single mountain North America,

In this state of no return, Dakota
Sky, Nebraska why left behind,
Iowa, my new beginning, my life.
Winter will royal into our plains
Town, so believe the soft breeze!
It will only last an hour of your
Life.

Gassho
lah/sat

A new book
An old man lights the way
To Neverland.

Gassho,
J
sat/lah
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I love Kaz!

_/\_
matt

[Hokai]

A new book
An old man lights the way
To Neverland.

Gassho,
J
sat/lah
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[Tai Shi]

When We Cannot Find

It is not in my power
I only sit to sit
Not to ring some little bell
This is my mistake
As my notes ring on the air
Shokai my friend for ten
Years, on October 17th,

There was no fanfare,
No demand, only
Willingness to serve,
Forgive if my in my hand notes
Cannot find this audience,
I seek only to serve, not
To usurp this place
Of Elder, better, forgive

One who is only 73, one
Who wonders "Where is
My place?" Thus, klanger
Misplaced, misplaced
What was I to do? What
Was I to do?

Gassho
lah/sat

Rakusu (絡子)

Ahhh!
Here I sit
Sewing a rakusu
Small but connected
Sore neck and shoulders
By the light of stored sun
Warm fire, harvest Moon's chill
Glass of wine, playing an audiobook
Clearly going to hell, these transgressions
Having fun sewing and resewing my mistakes

_/\_
sat/ah
matt

[Tai Shi]

Do, Let Me Write

I sat this morning
In my artificial space
My always not forgottten
My silk Wagasa around neck
Around Rakusu, around shirt,
Around silk gentleman's
Coat, house coat, rag
Washen would not shrink
It was I who shrank
Who wondered what it is
To shrink, realize fingers,
Neck, all after me, sat
All night upon a chair,
With seldom gathered flowers,

Was but flower of device
Wonderment of spice
Real Black his face deep
Brown removed from white
Ancient Germanic, swag,
Unforgetable and true,
Laughter gone away
We found real flowers
In this loam of you, this black
Brown earth, I am finding
At age 73 the real nature
Of humanity, my favorite
Humanity, human give
It up for all marches
across sand sand dollar,
Life without nuances, we
wither, we rust, we become
Frail in readiness in haste
Ours is this Space Frontier,
Our brother's home, her
Place, I held her responsibility
Too old to become mother
All over again, a journey

For younger woman, woman
To women, to plurel, mother
Motherly and ancient seeds
Still burried deep in abasinth
Deep always back to flowers
I've got a wise gift for mothers
Lungs regined, time inhaler,
One thousand aviolai, spell
Nine o clock a.m. in my kitchen
It is here where we live,
I finally understand sanchuary,
Singing here her reality her
Home her real way, he life,
Her alcove, her place, her
Nest, never getting out of place
Where she will be for life.

Gassho
lah/sat

語り難い (Katari Gatai)

I can never say it
But I must see it clearly
It must be acknowledged
If we are to move beyond it

I never wanted this
I never wanted you
We can never forgive
We can never be forgiven

Here we stand, silent.
Bound by what is unsaid.
Beyond pain, beyond words.
Beyond light, beyond selves

_/\_
sat/ah
matt