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

Last Cloud of Unknowing

Hibkusha, Nobel Peace
Prize, let us stand naked
Before blasts from Rivers--
Chilidren turned to ash

Humanity steam to ash,
Silence after blasts, stand
One human destroyed F 212
Limbs chared, I remember

Mother showing little
One flesh radioactive
One flesh recited in new
Provided young Child

How do you call him
Charles when he weeps
For NAZZI survivors, race
To developed annihilate

Children singing in paper
Cranes, boats from wider
Paper F 451, paper fire,
Kindles, what skin chars

At riseing bread dough,
What temperature salt
Of tears, drying, child's
Face, licking clean, heave

Another tear, children
Until music stopped, blasts
Silenced, after without quiet,
Quiet, resulting steam

Gas on face, peeled, apple
Dust, Nothing withstanding,
Nothing from rail car screah
To halt, child soft pliable

Like peaches, pulled,
At bones, flesh eaters
Child cries, "Moma,
Don't let this happen

To me, moma, how
Could dadys allow
Such chared remains,
How can momas,

Dadys let such as this
Happen to little ones?"
Hibukusha Nobel
Peace Prize, lasting

Children chared
To oblivion, white
This last Piety, lasting
Horror, fire, fire, fire

Radiation, chared
Remains, lasting
Into night, study
Remnants of caked

Mud, pit encrusted
Into chared remains
What's left, nothing
Small walls crumbling!

Let silence quench
This cheek, flesh
Eaters, nothing left
Wall chared church!

Gassho
lah/sat

https://www.cbc.ca/news/world/nobel-peace-prize-laureate-2024-1.7348355

Let it never happen again...

_/\_
sat/ah
matt

[Tai Shi]

Last Cloud of Unknowing

Hibkusha, Nobel Peace
Prize, let us stand naked
Before blasts from Rivers--
Chilidren turned to ash

Humanity steam to ash,
Silence after blasts, stand
One human destroyed F 212
Limbs chared, I remember

Mother showing little
One flesh radioactive
One flesh recited in new
Provided young Child

How do you call him
Charles when he weeps
For NAZZI survivors, race
To developed annihilate

Children singing in paper
Cranes, boats from wider
Paper F 451, paper fire,
Kindles, what skin chars

At riseing bread dough,
What temperature salt
Of tears, drying, child's
Face, licking clean, heave

Another tear, children
Until music stopped, blasts
Silenced, after without quiet,
Quiet, resulting steam

Gas on face, peeled, apple
Dust, Nothing withstanding,
Nothing from rail car screah
To halt, child soft pliable

Like peaches, pulled,
At bones, flesh eaters
Child cries, "Moma,
Don't let this happen

To me, moma, how
Could dadys allow
Such chared remains,
How can momas,

Dadys let such as this
Happen to little ones?"
Hibukusha Nobel
Peace Prize, lasting

Children chared
To oblivion, white
This last Piety, lasting
Horror, fire, fire, fire

Radiation, chared
Remains, lasting
Into night, study
Remnants of caked

Mud, pit encrusted
Into chared remains
What's left, nothing
Small walls crumbling!

Let silence quench
This cheek, flesh
Eaters, nothing left
Wall chared church!

Gassho
lah/sat

[Tom A.]

I admire your bravery
Your courageous joy is infectious
In the face of your boss’s demands
some insecure Corvette driving
Don Draper in a suit
Crabby and angry almost every day
Your courageous joy is inspirational
You know that compassion is what’s needed
You know it’s
Not justice that is what’s needed
When dealing with your
difficult boss’s
injustice
but compassion
You know that there
Is no therapy that can save you
From yourself
If you refuse to
Show yourself
Compassion
When you’re angry, you say
to yourself:
This hurts, be kind
When you’re insecure
With status anxiety
You say to yourself:
This hurts, be kind
When you think that
life is not a process
but a problem to be solved
Like so many problems in your head
You know you are sore from a long weekend
That you are sore and that you are not depressed
That it is monday
You say to yourself:
This hurts, be kind
I really admire your love for your family.
Your love for this world.

I love you, everyone else in your life loves you and you are doing great!
You are more wise than you could ever think!

Gassho,
Tom

SatLah

[Hokai]

Morning meditation

Autumn air

A sense of falling away.

I sit in my small shed

The pastel colours of leaves

A contrast

To the summer.

The old flags have seen it all

Come and go.

They whisper to us

‘Keep on going’.

Gassho,
J
Sat/Lah
IMG_2048.jpg

[Tom A.]

Buddha's all here
Buddha is all when
Smelly outhouse


Gassho,
Tom

SatLah

再び高校に戻って (Futatabi Kōkō ni Modotte)

Back in High School again.
So many wounds.
I am autism bullied by Ethan
I am ADHD kicked out by Mr. Smith
I am dyslexia forced to handwrite my notes
I am dyscalculia teaching fractions
I don't know left from right
I can't read a map
I don't know where I am
I don't know why I am here
Fuck I missed my period!
Stupid teacher wasting my time!
I have squared off against Dragons
Yet I have haven't been this anxious since
High School

_/\_
sat/ah
matt

[Hokai]

Nice John! Question. Do they still allow hunting in Scotland?

_/\_
sat/ah
matt

Hi Matt, yes, deer hunting is permitted here along with all the usual field sports, woodcock, grouse etc. It’s big business especially here in Argyll where I live.
Gassho,
J
sat/lah

An old autumn falls
Herons fish
Stags bark in the woods

Gassho,
J
sat/lah
IMG_2001.jpg

Nice John! Question. Do they still allow hunting in Scotland?

_/\_
sat/ah
matt

[Hokai]

An old autumn falls
Herons fish
Stags bark in the woods

Gassho,
J
sat/lah
IMG_2001.jpg

"空想の瞬間" (Kūsō no Shunkan)

Twinkle Twinkle satellites
Your internet makes my night
Fill the eye of this empty husk
No it's not all Elon Musk

Premonitions or analytical cognition
Solar flares or Coronal Mass Ejections
Elucidate fragility
Vivid random complexity

In the morning if we are disconnected
See you hopefully when alls corrected
Just a worry, some half-baked vision
A glimpse of fate of mere illusion?

_/\_
sat/ah
matt

火山 (Kazan)

The Antonov-24 ride was bumpy and cramped
Half asleep drifting in and out of
Table trays in the upright and locked
Arrived in Klyuchi at 3:35
Was picked up and taken to the Chukchiyeva's place
It happened to be close to a small school that was still in session.
I could see curious black eyes with black hair, faces pressed against the window.

I was inside with Anitsiya when the rumble started.
An indescribably deep shaking
the lights flickered. Plates rattled.
I looked at Anitsiya her face blank and then...
She recognized it. Keletmut!
She dropped her paring knife and ran out the door
I followed
Her gaze Southwest to Bezymianny
Aflame. Huge jets of magma, Dark billowing ash clouds
It was almost twilight and the mountain lit up the sky
I don't know how long we had been watching.
But just then, the power went out and there was yet another explosion and rumble.

I will never know if we were safe.

_/\_
sat/ah
matt

[Hokai]

Stillness Beneath the Moon

Cold zazen whispers,

Old stones cradle the stillness,

Frogs sing to the night.




Fog drapes the tall trees,

A bird rests in the chimney,

New moon's quiet gaze.

Gassho,
J
Sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

September Song for our Daughter

This Friday, shall I sit Zazenkai
Allowing maple leaves to gather
In Laurel wreath next to crown which
Decorates us into Sioux Falls,
Only City in South Dakota,
Near Southeast corner into all
Of state, is state of risen sun
I walked alone at six o'clock
With my coat pulled tight against
Fall wind. September is month
Of my birth. I tell folk in City,
"I had it first, September 11th,
This is my birthday, 73!" This year
Reaching into pocket, finding
Rabbit coin given me by our daughter,
She is Scholar, Professor, Acomplished
In every finnery, in all ways of being.
She is brilliant, shines as morning
Star. She sees beyond her own
Wisdom. May she come to fame,
Write this great Poem, long notes.
Great Songs, her's is brilliance
Her's brings more deep thoughts,
Living Pure, living not for others
Unless this is to be, may she see
Sun drenched morning sky, not
Darkest clouds, always more than
Her latitude of kindness she hoped,
For May to October harvest, be like
Early Zazen, may soft Buddha will
Bring her more than her measure
Of fame, morning doves, evening
Sky, eternal flame rises up, gives
Windy days, white clouds, daylight
Often more bightness she earned all
Demure, her attitude measures of piety,
Suplacations to this God of Poetry
Sapho, Dyonysis be calmed. This ultimate
Time of songs, mighty voiced along
River raft pushed off from shore, frost
of this is meetinng East with West
Asia with North America can be reality.

Gassho
lah/sat

Hmmm. Matt, I never criticize a poem. But, just want to say that this is not true ...

The Zen vehicle only teaches about neutral
But how will you move heaven and Earth without a low gear

Gassho, J
stlah

This is poetry... not a true or false kind of thing... we just started up car club at school (my daughter is in it--she likes cars) (I was more of a bicycle guy) I had loads of car puns on my brain.

_/\_
matt

[Jundo]

Hmmm. Matt, I never criticize a poem. But, just want to say that this is not true ...

The Zen vehicle only teaches about neutral
But how will you move heaven and Earth without a low gear

Gassho, J
stlah