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

Fall Hermit

I done a hard thing
Served a mountain of Pizza
Died to the summer

Floating no goal
Fall preparation has begun
My Hermitage

A yurt, a forest
Precepts and a rakusu
Dreams of empty space

_/\_
sat/ah
matt

[Tai Shi]

Moments of Song

Thid mornining brings glorious
Wonder, why do we praise moments?
Why so more sintilating movmement
Buddha insight? Wonder again?

Wonderment devine, morsals,
Of Delight, divisions of reverent
Divded day insulent rerervenit,
Wonderment, moments into silence

These are days without ties,
To miraculous delitment, of days
Of days of morning light
Without more solitude of song.

Tai Shi
Gassho
lah/sat

[Tai Shi]

Priest-in-Training, I Host
My Rags Gifts of Priests, Clergy

I had wanted to be clergy
As boy after church camp
I had wanted to teach, preach
Blood of Jesus, equated
With my parents, whose
Cross, hammered nails into hands
Spear into side, beast friend betryal
Not once but three times, now
I am an old man, in less than
Two weeks I will be seventy-three
Seventy three years, then
In High School I wantted to be
Space MAN, withstand radiation
For years, discover alian races,
They would be Parented who never
Broke my heart, never beat me,
Never contridicted my words,
With their lies, so Joind Boys
Club, there I taught photograpy
To this group of little Black Kids, one name
Believe me was Harry Baily, then I was white
Where are Black, who As old man met lifer in U.S.
Army, his name, Bill Baily, now. gone honestly
He's dead, quiet, after he retired, sat in corner
He joined groups where we swore on Big Book
Off drinking any alcohol, I had
Become a poet, when I asked
Methodist cleargy if I might
Become Lay Minister, keep my
Buddhahood, keep my Loving
Kindness, I believed Dali, greatest
Lama, that Kindness was
My religion, Buddha said
"Most important is Loving
Kindness" what difference
Was love one another, love, each,
thy neighbor" as in humanity
Said, love, not machine guns, bombs
Was most importantt, not as
In sex, but in those friends, those students
Family we could understand Poetry
Deep down inside, spirit, givinfg
Everything even my life, death not Poetry
There is one who never betrayed, me,
Me, my locving wife, her name
My answer, in university all I was to be
Was Like Keates, Truth is Beauty
Beauty is truth, truth, unlike, psychology
My Parents, my father held his belt
High, father I searched out after He
Abandoned me, after ten years
Nothing years, I didn't know where
He lived, so I called up my aunt

Karen who gave me his number,
So I called, after Europe he was at home
Never gave me a nickle Wanted me be,
Germany. I never learned past first year,
Quit Sanoma State University they wanted
Me to study.This was Grattis, then ten years
Later I found one who loved
Me unconditionally, who gave me her MFA
Sold to her as I was an old man founf her,
Sixty-nine, now she's sixty-nine-years-old
I received my gifts, she made me become
Poetry. Me poet at forty, at brink, quit drink
Thirty-eight she bore our child
Almost died for that birth, LOVE eterna
For both of us,I began to thank her all my life,
I had quit drinking, she taught gratitude

Me, I was to be honest, how to give
How to take my meager money,
Spend less, always give to her
With our woman child, we often
Ask each other, "Who are we? How
Dit it happen? How did we raise her, our child
To be everlasting honesty? Be Professor
From birth how did we teach honestly
Loveing," She became Dr. of Philosophy,
Laurel Ann, I wassn't always
Easy! What I wanted, I never quit
MFA Writing, even Poettry, here give
Oh, poetry, out PhD for daughter, Professor
Of Japanese Oh our Pearl of Greatest
Marjorie, I still love you after
Forty-four years, as we renewed
Our Love ever after, our eternity.

Women asked to be honest
Magnitudes of hosting nothing
Trees Red rust, Yellow, did
My mother beat me for nothing,
Already upon trees, I live in Tree
Leaf, In Treelef which doesn't
Exist except in these three, four
Computers, more in my heart, my
Mind, this more is on October 17th--ten
Yearrs doing Soto Zen still
I couldn't be cleargy when I wasn't
I asked Marjorie said "NO!"
Thought as my body had become
Weak, frail, computer skills gone,
We could only live for each other,
Daughter stays in touch almost
Every day, Profeessor fluent in Jaapanese,
Daughter studied Japanese Literature
When she was Eighteen, she gave
All to honesty, was proud of Dad
How could she be so, love, I was Professor
Eternally, only instructorshe may never marry,
Two did not betray me, loved me, love me.

With women asked
So he says, she says,
Women asked thy heart to host
Ring the bell thrice, or just for
Honesty once, sat thirty minutes
Once, ring Bell what is it to learn?
Who asked them, spit on duties vine in two
Said thy love is my honesty, no wine
My honesty, my forgiveness can I be
Honesty, Marjorie said, "Perhaps,
You were really not cut out to be clergy,
My only stint as close to clergy
Ubasoku, giving, support with
Daughter, feriends, family,
"Love one another, being, I am frail,
Buddha is most like Christ, reality,,"
I have found loving-kindness,
Nature, said, Keats, said, "Poetry
Must be as natural as leaves
On the Trees," so I dwell in places
That ever not--were that only exist
Imaginary in space like Poety, like honesty.

Gaassho
lah/sat
Gave to Tai Shi

both
before
after
one is all
there comes a moment
the moment
sun breaks
the ocean of our blue bodies
fingers of desert & dawn
bones of all that
which came
buried
before in our
brows
shoulder of crow
beak of hawk
eagle claw
we become the dying
of the
blistered sun
decay
of the atom
within our abdomen
crouched
howling
the tides
surrendering to the
moon
monthly obsequence
we bow politely
to the stars
our eyes uncovered for a brief moment


Gassho
Paco

edit 8/29: sat/lah (I now understand what these mean )

Let me say I will not be late
Put me Fot Ango,
Jukai. Book you have
That I will participate
In Ango and Jukai
And be specificaly
In prepation for
Prosperity and comittment
Once again to every
Cerimony, and sit
With Kinkin if you
Let me into Nithtly
Fryday evry nightly
Cerimony; then so like
Jukai, Thank you
Oh, my teacher Jundo

Gassho
sat/ lend a hand

Tai Shi,
You are very a talented poet and have such a treasury of poetry here. Thank you for commenting on my artwork and letting me know of this thread. I get overwhelmed at times with the amount of content here at Treeleaf, it's helpful to have suggestions on what to see.

Gassho,
Paco

[Tai Shi]

Find Jukai

Let me say I will not be
Dead For Ango,
Jukai Books we have
What we will participate
In Reading for Jukai
Be specificlly
In preparation for
Prosperity, comittment
Once again to every
Cerimony, every notion,
Sit in no movement
With Kinhin if you find,
Let me into Nigtly
Friday solenity,
My cerimony; so
I Thank you, thank thee
Oh, teacher Jundo
Let me understand
What it is to be,
To See, to Be,
Understandingly, Reverrntly
Free to witness or to see
What it is more to me.
Nothing to want our renounce
Bigihtly to dream,
Our Shame, what it is
To becames us, what ours
Made real life, in loyalty
Precepts, Never kill,
Never lie. Never sigh,
Never in sexulity to defame
We can not know in essence
All that is true, all that is you
We do is new this is happy
What to do is silenced
Always essence friendly
Of Life, in reality.
Our life always to know so to be.
Of lastingly what it is
To Be, knowingly
Brotherhood ever to see
Thot what it is today, to be friends
Nothing more, just what is
What can be, we know of eachother.
Calm Poetry. What he cannot
Understand knowingly.

Gassho
lah/ sat
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

If I Have said,

I know I Have

That it would not
Ban Ango without me,
Let me up to do to sit
I will be at both Ango,
Jukai both such
That I can make
Anew, my new Rakusu
If you will allow
Me to see my way
Though what I will not
Check into Facebook
I will more than review
Lotus Sutra, more
Than review Budhist
History, sit each
Morning, sit every Friday
Nightly with all of you,
Sit with nights, my friend
Kyousui who saved me,
Knowingly Kinhin
How to spell every
Word, you may
See anyway, what
We can make this book
Alive and wide, my
Book with Ango study
As during everything
Monsoon wantingly, not
More ZaZenkai, more
Friendship please, more
Let me see fellowship
With you not another
Without this Lonely Ango, sit
Study ours is sadly to be
Twin; without another person?
Alternatly wanting more
Through Ango,
Without you!
Just for me.
We are friends,
Brotherly.
Love, Twin
Let us be.

Gassho
lah/sat

[Tai Shi]

I realized It's 10 years

My Dharma Name

It is actually 10 years
Not eight years, 10
On October 17th, 8
On January 10, 2016,
My first Jukai, These
Are Celibrations, when
10 chimes, years I will
Be clearly studying Jukai,
I would have been
Lost in my anger, greed,
Now never dulled, my gift
Of Rakusu.

Heartfelt comitment,
This reality of all gifts, for
It was in early December,
My package arrrived
From somewhere, in USA!
My Rakusu was gifted me,
However, my join date
is October 17th, which
resulted in the longest
Undertaking in my entire life,
Except grad school and marriage,
One eleven years, the otther 42.
Now Ubsoku, I am a Calm
Poet, remembering my
Dharma which I was Given
To help me along this given
Path, this peaceful path,
Finally resulting in a given path,
Thank you, Jundo! You
Hit the mark. Zen, and
Artistic Art of Archery!

This is most important for
Our child we raised. She
Has become brilliant scholar
Translator, and poet, so like
My father, I gaver direction,
While Marjorie gave her
These brilliance of words
Song, and Praise. She
Is our ofspring as from
The brow of Athena!
Do you know we passed
To her these hearts folded
Into one, for on March 27th
She will be thirty six,
Summer befire, gave her
My Sober life pulmanologist
Says greatest gift I ever
Gave to her, mother gave
To both of us her loyaty
And her heart.

Gassho
sat/ lend a hand

[Tai Shi]

I Have Joy Today

I have found joy today
Easy solomn, wistiful
Morning, I say, isn't
Reality never confidential.
Somewhere in four vows,
How do I have reality
Fixed against North Star,
Around which, without cold
Exasperations, I forget
Nothing, wander against,
Midnight sun, against Big
Bear, Looking for little
Bear, I sing at one o' clock,
In this morning of liberation.
Isn't this specific, to write
Poetry like playing
The piano, beautiful
Chords? Sing out
Of four foot box, isn't some
Reliance upon song more
Important? I come to handle!
I know I have found in strings
Of words, singing out
Of chords, Piano rings
Beyond belief, my song

These do not batter against
Wars, wars, wars, to inhabit
Another wrong, in memory
I cry for six million Jews
Put to death in chambers,
These were not showers,
But death disguised as hygene,
How could I cry, how could
I die without clothing
Against morning star,
Remembering our Buddha,

With brightest Loving Kindness,
We sing our song with backdrop
Of Wisdom. Oh, Buddha sing
To all of us, especily six
Million separations placing
Forth reality as Buddha song,
Life cannot be promised each
And every Jew, Gentile, Muslom,
Infidel of Knowledge, Sangha
Without wisdom, found beside
Water wells, with water song
Embittered, with stinging
Knowledge every Jew struck down
In freedom's liberation
Among camps of freedom
Let us finally sing Glory

Of piano, lost chord, beauty
Found in freedom let it ring
Out opposite chords,
Of desperration, battles won
Slight of hand. Magician's hat
Every soldier crying for each
Jew, eighteen million, ninteen
Million, World Ware one, Millions,
Twenty-eight million. Never again
Such sloughter of human kind
All of history cannot ring out
Glory, it is sorrow, it is

Some embittered, song,
Like bitter herbs at passover,
We do not find first born
From Angle of Death struck
Down, it is Freedom to leave
This battle, Death is not proud
Finally lost Chourd
Is found, naked in the sun
Let go from each battle
Of crossing, parted red sea.

We shall all know Buddha's
Freedom of Loving Kindnes
Wisdom of Overt peace
From each battle, red
Flowing body's blood, raw
Dried into crusted coat,
Above this door. not paint,
Blood of every soldier,

Until Palistine is liberated
From this horrror no,
No more battles, let
Freedom Ring
As Kamalla Harris comes
Along, another story
Shall sing another lullaby,
Pradises of pianos? Lost
Chord, ls found, each battle
Come to end, bodies, We
Wonder of dead. Yet, it's time
To sing. Sing summer Peace
Summer soldier. Poetry,
Prayer, Loving Kindness,
Most Important sermon
The Buddha ever gave.
Peace, let Freedom ring.
Peaceful poetry, as mine
It's Time to rest, rest and sing.

Gassho
Deepest Bows
sat/lend a hand.

I weep for my own poetry,
Let rissen be this story
Of all humanity. Calm Poetry.

[Tai Shi]

We have all learned valuable lessons which could be turned into poetry. Look inside for your valuable lessons, there you will surely find gems of love and frustration, even hate which can be turned and dulled by the open heart of a poem, as one great man said, poetry is the overflow of strong feelings, (emotions) recolected in tranquility (or remembered in verse.). Try your hand twice, three times, You just might find a passion you could enjoy for life, and make poems in the silence of your heart, Open you feelings to the caves of solitude, be alone with your verses, in a journal, or a notebook. Give your soul to a path, to sorrow or joy, Poetry is negative caapability. Then you will be never really be alone again because thes gems will ever be mounted into psgse of glory.

Gassho Tai Shi
sat today/ lent a hand

Dedicated to our new friend Pacco.

Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

We have all learned valuable lessons which could be turned into poetry. Look inside for your valuable lessons, there you will surely find gems of love and frustration, even hate which can be turned and dulled by the open heart of a poem, as one great man said, poetry is the overflow of strong feelings, (emotions) recolected in tranquility (or remembered in verse.). Try your hand twice, three times, You just might find a passion you could enjoy for life, and make poems in the silence of your heart, Open your feelings to the caves of solitude, be alone with your verses, in a journal, or a notebook. Give your soul to a path, to sorrow or joy, Poetry is negative caapability. Then you will be never really be alone again because these gems will be mounted into pages of glory.

Gassho Tai Shi
sat today/ lent a hand

[Tai Shi]

Queen

In any garden
Adorning all gracious flowers
There blooms snap dragons
Which bear bells of shape
Male parts, shunts of Power
Snaps of gonads familiar
To all, yet sap of dragon's oval
Ovum inside flower of richest
Female, Again we find in both
Male with female, loop

Of feminine shape in life
Everpresent male disguised
As most masculinity.
Necessary Feminine with each
To Each gone as seperate
Indiferance of desire.
Together lives! In weeping vial
All desend, Imparting seed

Answering other's need
Power, never simalarities
Proliferated out of likeness,
Inseminated, germinating
Flowers. Aparting, strength,
Stem. Best blooming buds, all
Whichi night never havested.
Motion's beautiful irregularity.
Bugs devouring, colors gone,

Pestel never strong enough
Irregular Queen of all emptiness.
Whatgarden ever alone
Without grasshopper eating
Every bud, germinating
Necter in meadows
Never presume

Rare soil, smell
Apart, together, raised
In familiar gardens
Man of woman, spectacular.
Breeding bright blades of color
In earthen toil from creativity,
Disguised bright humanity
Planted rows, giving,

Soil pollenation,
Something germinating
Sometimes not ever touched
Never enslaved,
Eternal Pain, flame
Deep inside for both.

Tai Shi, one of my best,
Charles E Taylor
Hopefully

[Tai Shi]

When Tradition Abandoned.

What becomes of tradition
For ordinary people, how
Can we slip into practice
When tradution is expelled
From little peons, please
Look at meaning of "peon,"
How do we fathom even
With education to understand

How wicked we are, if we carry
Lice, if we openly disregard
Normal behavior, our
Country be impoverished,
I was entirely poor as a boy
Yet I became beautiful
Spread joy and beauty
Then became one expelled
From beauty from flowers
Of night from Ango, from
Jukai, my Jukai was true

Undertaking of Precepts,
No one to see equality
Among members
Of Zendo, I begin
To search where my
Own Wisdom, my own
Freedom to practice
Buddhism, to feel Loving
Kindness, Always free
From night of Loving
Kindness, I am expelled
As my Friend who saved
Me, the only man I have loved
In many years of Kindness
I yet follow, the open
Monestary is not fair,
Nor is it delight
As in Lotus Sutra
Which declares we
Are equal, we are equal
Or not, I resign my
Ubasoku, yet feel
My linage, linage
When one was fair.
So I begin my search.

Gassho
Tai Shi

[Kokuu]

One side from color to color, all green
In Lotus Sutra. All may attain, flower
Of Bodhisatva, all may gain wisdom
Of Buddhahood through Loving Kindness
Kindness is our religion--as one choir!

That's lovely, Tai Shi!

Gassho
Kokuu

[Tai Shi]

One Leans of Priests

My anger swells to listen to what?
To no one, leave me choices
"NO," I shout, where is life? Not here?
Where there is Priestly garments? There
I sit, Oh, shoved into darkness? There

What became of meanining?
There Douglas Fur, let me know?
What became of Tree leaves? Needles
Of Trees, Leaf into Sangha, where
Treeleaf can spring from one branch

Many needles, from Trees all alive,
Leafing edge, coming together
Let us sing in choior, let us ring
Free. Sing into dark from lightest
Sky when we sing anger leaves

From mind of community, no lingering
Argument, so be from sips, my lips
Drink water, fountain slakes all tongues
Thirsty mouths sing praises of Love,
"How do I change?" Is not rebirth present

Like death into life, like life into life
Into more life? Rebirth into birth
Hear voices of babies, where we
Can see anger--be it nothing to seek
Food, singing just says where are we

Consuming supper? What can we eat?
Anger is sought to seek where
Is supper, Sangha feeds with long
Handle of Loving Kindness, enough
Around, anger to Loving Kindness.

Loving Kindness for not Anger,
Foment no sea of anger rather life
Trees of Loving Kindness, I was leaf
Wrong to lift my hand in word, not
To fit Words to no Loving Kindness

We sing together the great Spring
Of being to twelve parts, from more
Or less? Or six or eight? oh explain how
Anger is duality, so turn over round
Leaf to Kindness our Buddhist reality

One side from color to color, all green
In Lotus Sutra. All may attain, flower
Of Bodhisatva, all may gain wisdom
Of Buddhahood through Loving Kindness
Kindness is our religion--as one choir!

Gassho
sat/lah