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 Author Thread: early morning..
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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early morning..
Posted: 11/19/2009 8:57:51 PM
truth is to the mind
like white ermine are to a trap.
christ stumbles,
insistent but stupid,
trying to evade
their trap.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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Haiku Connection - This is It !
Posted: 11/19/2009 8:51:56 PM
peeks
under dark's hem
the ghost moon has her way
she loves me
and i love her
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1254 (view)
 
~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/18/2009 1:13:31 PM
like chuang tzu,
standing with his friend
at the edge of the pond,
watching the golden koi
circling in the green water,
the fish diving deep
into the shadows,
then pushing upwards
their mouths breaking
the surface of the pond
into circles like raindrops
falling from the shadowed sky,
like chuang tzu saying
"they're hungry,"
and like his friend,
with great amusement
in his eyes replying
"my friend, chuang tzu,
you're not a fish,
you don't know
if they're hungry or not."
and like chuang tzu,
turning to his friend
... chuang tzu, with a radiant smile ...
asking his friend
"how do you know that i don't know
if the fish are hungry?"
like chuang tzu, like his friend,
i know and don't know,
and dance to the hunger
in my mind. the koi are living life,
they feel hungry or full
and respond accordingly.
like the koi
i search for life as it is and,
like chung tzu & his friend,
and i dance
to the urges
of my mind and yours,
my heart and yours,
and like the mouths of the fish,
and the falling rain,
we touch circles
into the surface
of life.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 594 (view)
 
The Eyes of a Child
Posted: 11/17/2009 12:36:04 PM
the ancient oak leaning
with leafless fingers
she reaches to the earth.
inside her the seasons
wait their turns. inside her
is the knowledge of the child
inside her, of the stories
inside her. in my mind
spring is possible
everyday. inside me
are stories waiting to be told.
she and i comrades, each of us
alone, each of us together.
open the fence gate.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1436 (view)
 
Cinquain on the Membrane
Posted: 11/17/2009 12:29:57 PM
being
the cathedral within
the cathedral around me
the play of stained glass around me
the gentle, silent flickering of flames
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 6366 (view)
 
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/15/2009 8:59:54 PM
the more we live the less we know .....
in our minds. but we know the sweet beauty
of your breath on my face. my lips
touching your neck. our fingers touching .....
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1429 (view)
 
Cinquain on the Membrane
Posted: 11/15/2009 8:56:25 PM
siamese. we relish the earth.
she leaps onto the arm of the couch
thrusts her sweet leg into the air
and licks her beauty. my tongue
appreciates your sweet lips.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 11/15/2009 7:54:49 PM
luri ..... you alliteratively t's me. thanks. you are quite beautiful. no ..... you are beautiful. be well. be happy & healthy & safe & holy. we will all be better for your beauty ..... thanks for being who you are ..... li po & tu fu
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1249 (view)
 
~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/15/2009 6:03:33 PM
i am nectarines
in a cup of flesh.
i am clouds
as real as flesh.
i am hope
dancing quietly
on mist.
i am beauty
dancing with the pulse
of my bare feet
on the wooden floor
of life. i am sadness
at the edge of the lake
in the opal light
of the simple moon.
i am a spring flower
accepting your tongue.
i am a warm summer day.
i am the sweet amber light
of alder leaves
in autumn.
i am the soft, white flakes
of winter snow
coming to rest
simply
on your breast.
i am all of life.
life is me.
we are life.
let's dance.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1426 (view)
 
Cinquain on the Membrane
Posted: 11/15/2009 5:55:20 PM
88888888888888's.
atesssssssssssssss.
and 0000000000000's.
or zerossssssssssssss.
quietly the japanese enso
expresses herself.
the roundness of the moon,
of our days, of the seasons
circling past. the roundness
of my self, circling around
over and over again.
no straight lines
except in the illusions of my mind.
eight. zero. the soft beauty
of waves circling, of cauliflower,
of feet whirling to latin beats.
we are hungry
to be not hungry.
to hold the sweet beauty
of our lover in our mouth.
eight. zero. smoke. and mist.
the nectars of love.
the rise and fall of life.
let's live .....
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 6353 (view)
 
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/14/2009 4:57:20 PM
catching up to their golden fill
are the dentists in my house (there are many)
(my name is satan) (the devil) (beelzebub)
(call me "bubba"). my house is a hell of a place.

burned cookies? hmmmm. use them to write, charcoal black,
on white procelain tubs. or balance a table at starbucks,
one burned cookie under a foot, human or otherwise.
sail them. horde them (they may be worth gold one day).
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7943 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 11/14/2009 8:37:57 AM
try to find whatever's lacking and make this my knack ...
to dance and dream like a fool, or be a fool, because i know
first hand that fools and lovers are saints. i am, in the sky.
so i surrendur to her, to her plum nectars and van gogh eyes,

to the beat of her heart, the taste of her skin, and the smell of her hair,
with each of my steps drummed on the floor, each wild gesture in the air
i sing out my blunders and sing out my sins, i sing out my love,
i smile as i dance, and remember her lips. what a saint and a fool i am.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 6339 (view)
 
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/13/2009 4:33:23 PM
i ain't dyin and have far from lost track
i keep my thoughts to myself alone
and watch the game on the hi def tv
above the bar, and i nurture myself hard

in the dark. they're dancin' behind me
to nashville and k.c. and cheyenne
i keep the beat with my foot on the floor.
i ain't dyin' and i ain't losin' track.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7928 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 11/13/2009 4:25:14 PM
let them eat junk bonds, that's what i say,
drink catsup for booze, eat onions for chips.
plug the box with quarters to hear patsy kline
stumble into the wrong room to pee. "scuse me!"

the damned table shuffleboard is as slick as ice
i flips my disc across the trough and over the wooden lip
while the **stards around me lugh. "he's drunk!"
to hell with it! i'll ask that woman on the stool to dance.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 8571 (view)
 
only the lonely
Posted: 11/13/2009 4:17:07 PM
only the lonely

each place i go
only the lonely go
some little small cafe.
the songs i know
only the lonely know
each melody recalls a love
that used to be.
the dreams i dream
only the lonely dream
of lips as warm as may.
that hopelss scheme
only the lonely scheme
that soon somewhere you'll find
the one that used to care.
and you recall
each fun time
those picnics at the beach
when love was new.
ir well could be
the one time
a hopeless little dream
like that comes true.
if you find love
hang on to each caress
and never let love go
for when it's gone
you'll know the loneliness
the heartbreack
only the lonely know.

by sammy cahn & jimmy van heusen
sung by sinatra
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1243 (view)
 
~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/13/2009 2:40:03 PM
sarah ..... your poem
is a lovely poem
because of the truth
and the possibility inside,
inside the poem
and your heart.

our bodies
and physical intimacy
aren't sins.
stealing
when your family is hungry
isn't a sin.
simplicty isn't a sin,
but poverty is .....
poor people aren't the sinners,
the folks who bring poverty to them
are the sinners.

i don't know if there is anything
left in me
that i wouldn't share
openly.
the dominant sin
inside our selves
and in our communities
is that we should not hurt anyone
intenionally,
especially kids.

be well.
be beautiful.
love yourself.
love life.
make love.
and then sing .....
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 6505 (view)
 
Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/13/2009 8:21:17 AM
lovely, luri. thank you .....

the first lines of miyazawa kenji's poem for his dying young sister, "the last farewell," translated by hiroaki sato:

"before the day ends
you will be far away, my sister.
outside there's sleet and it's oddly bright.
from the clouds, reddish, gloomy,
the sleet comes down thick and clumsy.

"get me some snow, kenji."

to get snow for you
in these two chipped ceramic bowls
with blue water-shield designs
i flew out into this dark sleet
like a crooked bullet.

"get me some snow, kenji."

from dark clouds the color of bismuth
the sleet sinks thick and clumsy.
ah, toshiko,
now so close to death,
you asked me
for a bowl of clean snow
to brighten me forthe rest of my life.
thank you my brave sister.
i, too, will go by the straight way.

"get me some snow, kenji."

in your harsh, harsh fever, panting,
you asked me
for a last bowl of snow that fell from the sky,
the world called the galaxy, the sun, the atmospheric strata ....."

miyazawa kenji lets words be silent,
and he draws a circle around the silence .....
the zen "enso" circle of a single dark line
drawn on rice paper with the ends never touching.

we write our poetry in the sky.
our minds become earth,
the lovely, dark earth
floating in the lovely, dark sky.

we breathe. we make love. we write poetry
silently .....
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7922 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 11/13/2009 6:36:02 AM
feeling the depth of our inhumanity,
at the end of basic training, with my new comrades,
thousands of us, we walked all night,
strung out single file in bright moonlight
across the easy kentucky hills, our rifles shouldered.
the next morning, free of madness, wearing home clothes,
i found my way alone to the center of an empty field,
i knealt down, slumped into myself, and wept.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1400 (view)
 
Cinquain on the Membrane
Posted: 11/13/2009 6:19:15 AM
each breath
paints my life story
on the air.
watching.
seeing.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 2814 (view)
 
Haiku Connection - This is It !
Posted: 11/12/2009 9:31:09 PM
as she spun her web
with her eye on the prey
she found moonlight
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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Dreams and reality
Posted: 11/12/2009 6:27:28 PM
dear woman ..... life is what we choose. we are surrounding by the amazing beauty of the earth, of her winters and springs and summers and autumns. you and i get to choose what we want our lives to be. it's abundantly clear to me that you are beautiful, and that your presence here at pof enriches me. but you can choose how your lkife unfolds irregardless of what life gives us. i choose my response to pain and beauty. you have abundant beauty. be beautiful. be who you are. if you do that your lovers will be blessed by your beauty, and you will be safe ..... i love you ..... don ..... 1-360-758-7244/ lipotufu08@gmail.com
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 6498 (view)
 
Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/12/2009 5:40:48 PM
she touched me
with her fingers,
i touched her
as i accepted
her fingers.
we forgot
ourselves,
our words,
our ideas,
and simply melted,
my lips
to her sexual mouth,
her wet lips
drawing circles
on my belly.

we live in our minds.
it's a damned shame.
our minds are rakes.
our bodies
remind
our hearts
and our souls
that life
is wordless
if we let it be.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 6496 (view)
 
Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/12/2009 12:59:31 PM
maslow's hierarchy
was a tobaggen
for academics,
and counselors,
and counselees.
the tobaggen ain't the snow.

when i was 4
my mother
walked from the kitchen
and saw me on my belly
on the dining room floor
on the snow.

i left the monastery
because i wouldn't take the vows
of chastity and obedience
(poverty was o.k., still is).
in the monastery dorm,
at night, in the dark,
i played in the snow.

rita was my first first love.
her dad caught us on her bed
after we'd bounced the matress
through the frame onto the floor.
it was snowing outside.
her dad was happy.
he wanted his daughter to marry
the ex-monk before winter
and danced her way into spring.

love is physical, like the 4 feet of snow
at the mount baker ski area this morning.
the tastes and fragrances of winter storms,
the feel of the rhythms, the sounds
of skis in moguls, of beds collapsing,
the sounds of our heavy breathing
as we remember the wild.

and love is spiritual. haiku at best
is wordless. when maslow went home at night
he sat silently, drank red wine,
then went to bed. he couldn't hear
the snow falling outdoors.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1240 (view)
 
~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/12/2009 12:42:58 PM
we're children
if we remove the mask
take off our newsprint clothes
and let ourselves go.
lili reminds me of that.
the sun today reminds me
as it plays off the sea waves
at the church beach.
i became a father
and drove the island school bus
after i'd decided to not have children,
to be a jungian analyst. dreams.
my son, the kids on the bus,
and now lili sing to me
over and over again
with their laughter, and
when i forget to laugh
they help me to laugh,
to be a child again.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7900 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 11/11/2009 4:13:02 PM
just to teach me a lesson in moderation,
the temp plummeted to zero in 3 hours,
and the winds, gusting to 125mph, pounded our home.
80 trees broke off at 8 feet and laced the island roads.

after dark i walked 4 miles to the school,
then we, the ferry crew and i, god bless them, with odysseus,
took the ferry back and forth across the pass to collect a generator.
i know that my home is in me, your love reflects me, and the world is life.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1237 (view)
 
~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/11/2009 4:00:46 PM
when lili first learned
to print her name,
a lovely sweep & curl
of letters on newsprint,
like zen masters
brushing ink on rice paper,
her dad, my son, had the image
tatooed over his heart.

we draw on skin now
but the image won't last
like ink brushed on rice paper.
i watched nigel szeto, years ago,
tap his brush in a dish of ink
and hold it poised above
the paper skin. suddenly,
like lili writing her name,
he brushed out a dark raven
standing tall and impassive
among bamboo stalks
looking over her shoulder at us.

lili is older now.
she prints her name
like she was told to print
on lined, pure white paper,
then she comes home,
rushes to the closet
to find her tablet
with soft gray paper
and her felt tip pens
to draw her name,
and ravens,
and images of her dad
looking at her. his shirt
is unbuttoned. the tatoo
on his chest is beautiful
and sad. he puts the sadness
back in the closet
and kneels next to lili,
grabs a black felt tip pen
and beautifully
writes out "lili."
she laughs. he is happy.
and i settle back in my rocker.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 5 (view)
 
Dreams and reality
Posted: 11/10/2009 3:52:46 PM
our lives
are rivers of poems,
poems and stories.
they gather us
in their palms
and teach us
to love ourselves
and one another.

the buddhists
who live close
to their hearts
and the earth
remind me
when i'm sad
to come back to my self,
come back to this moment,
to this breath.
i have never breathed
this breath,
my life begins
all over again
with the flow
of warm air
on my tongue,
the storms
rising
at the end of autumn,
and reading your poems.
i love you
and your life.
i love me
and my life.
let's live our lives
together
in this river
of poetry.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 114 (view)
 
~ Calling For Peace ~
Posted: 11/7/2009 3:51:56 PM
Quaker: " Come walk cheerfully over the world answering to that of God in everyone." founder George Fox, 1659
"We utterly deny all outward wars and strife and fightings with outward weapons for any end or under any pretence whatsoever. And this our testimony to the whole world. The spirit of Christ will never move us to fight and war against any man with outward weapons neither for the kindgdom of Christ nor for the kingdoms of this world." George Fox, 1661
"People everywhere are children of God and members of one family. We value the worth of each person. We cannot be easy in our own lives when others suffer indignity, injustice or want. We are ready to put ourselves at one another's side and share each other's burdens. As we are true to the divine within ourselves so do we respond to the divine in others." from Faith and Practice, North Pacific Yearly Meeting, Religious Society of Friends, 1993
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1011 (view)
 
reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 11/7/2009 3:10:49 PM
heavy rain
glistening
in sunlight
alder leaves
turning from gold
to copper
dance wildly
with the rain.

these words
copper color
fall, nodding &
dancing
in autumn tears.

the years sweep though
like these autumn showers
both are the size
of nearby islands
held in cups of sunlight.

on my cheeks
tears and rain
and already
the air
and my cheeks
are drying
and bright sunlight
is crowns
in the hair
of alders
and those of us
standing motionless
in all of circling life.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1370 (view)
 
Cinquain on the Membrane
Posted: 10/31/2009 8:27:32 PM
release of pain, i let go. and
return to the beauty of my self,
of my simple life. love and loss,
like sun and moon, are eternal companions.
the moon understands.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 4 (view)
 
Our Journey Through Poetry
Posted: 10/21/2009 6:41:36 PM
poetry is journey and it is home
both coming and going and arriving
like lovers absorbed in one another
and lost in themselves. poetry is touching,
touching one another
and surrenduring ourselves.
if we've moved past self-absorption
into the beauty of life,
of the world around us,
we accept that we are a tiny part of the whole.
then we make love with words,
with our bodies, with our souls,
with our hearts, with ourselves.
so this poem and all poems
are songs. life is a song.
life is a dance to drums,
to heartbeats, to the invisible.
lao tzu sang that life is duality,
you and me, us and them.
we hear the song. do we dance
to the song?
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7602 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 10/20/2009 2:23:24 PM
they are but victims of their own arrogance
and ours, searching for warm waters, for currents
that carry will them, and us, to intimacy and the tastes,
of love below the sun-sparkling surface of the sea.

the whales here in rosario strait teach me about wildness,
about naturalness. they dance in the air as they sing
and beat on sea drums then slide into ice waters smiling.
you and i are wild, too, in the deep & soaring tides if we just let go.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 51 (view)
 
Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 10/18/2009 4:29:38 PM
it was a spring morning, warm, bright.
i was running early in the school bus
circling the island with sea on one side
and meadows like bodies poised for a moment.
twenty or so little kids watched the gulls
skating slowly on a breath of wind.

on a shoulder of land, cupped in a hand of trees,
was an acre of flowering, butter yellow skunk cabbage
that find the same place every year above the strait
to point their stout fingers at the sun, to be kissed by bees.
i stopped the bus. the children looked up at me,
at my bearded face smiling at them in the mirror.
"have you guys ever heard the skunk cabbage sing?"

the fifth and sixth graders sitting in the back of the bus
lifted their eyes and one of them said "here he goes again."
i shut off the engine, opened the front door and laughed outloud.
"o.k., everybody off. stand in the grass quietly. i want you to hear
the skunk cabbage sing. you have to be very quiet. they don't sing
very loud." a fifth grade boy sighed loudly. chelsea laughed.

we left the bus and gathered like a choir among the lovely flowers.
we listened. the sea was easy on the shore. cows nearby stopped
for a moment to look at us. the grass in the meadow was dancing.
rebecca spoke first. "i don't hear anything." then brendan,
"all that i hear is the wind." "that's it! that's it! " i said.
you hear them singing! their voices sound like the wind."
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7578 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 10/17/2009 9:03:41 PM
we disappear into one another.
the declining moon finds herself
on the silver surface of the lake.
the owl searches the forest with her voice.

so you and i dance to the beat of drums
the subtle breath of the seasons,
the percussion of our hands
on the soft, silken insides of our legs.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7576 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 10/17/2009 8:02:49 PM
yes, lies are myths, so we press on
telling our stories. what i would choose
is to be in love and be loved, to share a life
without stories. to gather your fragrances

and to absolutely know the sweet touch
of the skin of your neck on my lips.
i want to please you. i want to be pleased.
i want us to disappear, to erase our past loves.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1344 (view)
 
Cinquain on the Membrane
Posted: 10/17/2009 4:54:48 PM
tranquility
like the dark of the moon
lasts for a breath
tranquility & turmoil
dark moon, opal moon
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7573 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 10/17/2009 4:12:15 PM
what i know i will remember forever, after that i'll be no more,
shadows in my kid's heart & his kid and, after that,
a name printed by hand on yellowing paper. i have stories
to tell that will outlive my heart and maybe be believed.

so i sit down here near joro and sinlov and thorb
telling my tales to luri and rosie and we are 1
are they true? it doesn't matter. what matters is the tale.
and i've got more time to be even more tales and then lie.

hi, joro, i wrote this one for you, man. good to see you .....
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1342 (view)
 
Cinquain on the Membrane
Posted: 10/17/2009 3:44:37 PM
flowing, the flow always moving
golden leaf, rubies in her hair
descends onto the earth bed
wraps her arms around the wind
trembling.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7571 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 10/17/2009 12:56:53 PM
to cover more, or reply, sweetheart die.
life is lived breath by breath, or pain by pain.
nah, move on. the iroquois say take 3 days
then move on ... like the moon ... all dark tomorrow
and one breath later light begins to gather
on her dark shoulders and breath by breath
she radiates the opal light of a million souls.
and then tomrrow her light, like life, continues to move.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1340 (view)
 
Cinquain on the Membrane
Posted: 10/17/2009 12:44:41 PM
forget.
life is water moving
in rivers, in circles. enso.
pain is autumn leaves
floating away on the river.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7562 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 10/16/2009 4:30:49 PM
they hover and soar as they take to the sky
inside us. moonlight shimmers on their wings
and on the truth of the sea. she asks about love,
about the dance of women and men, about the pain.

like the moon falling into darkness soon
her light begins in the next breath. she dances
with the sun because she knows who she is,
who the sun is, no illusions, inside us, mindlessly.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 7559 (view)
 
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 10/16/2009 1:06:37 PM
thus, in comforting arms, we bask in the glow
of candles lit by hope and simple prayers.
there is a cathedral inside each of us
and one all around us with stars for bells.

great vaulted rooms lit by sunlit, rainbow glass,
shadows enriched by the choirs of love and flames.
melt the barriers between inside and out,
melt the barriers between us with our flickering light.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 2059 (view)
 
Haiku Connection - This is It !
Posted: 10/16/2009 12:53:28 PM
crackling in the hearth
is an echo of confusion.
the flames understand.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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Haiku Connection - This is It !
Posted: 10/15/2009 4:38:20 PM
sky reaches down
to the beach.
the mist is still, gray.
a heron waits.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1465 (view)
 
Haiku Connection - This is It !
Posted: 9/23/2009 3:11:12 PM
only lightness falls
with laughter and love and rain
when i myself am light.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1457 (view)
 
Haiku Connection - This is It !
Posted: 9/23/2009 5:37:15 AM
the sword of wisdom
is like the autumn sunlight
caressing shadows
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1172 (view)
 
~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 9/21/2009 2:22:47 PM
september 21, 2009
firehouse cafe
haiku poets

first draft, haibun with senryu sequence
..... don vanvalkenburgh

for an hour or so i climb a steep trail through a fir forest to a meadow on a cliff high above rosario strait. waiting for me are some wrens, the autumn sun and an easy sea wind.

wrens
a score of them
weave
a basket of air
around me
while i nap.

i doze
resting
against
a simple rock wall.
we are all
warm.

bees
touch
the flowers
and my fingers.
my breath
is easy
as the sea.

far below us,
the jade sea
is breathing.
seiners
rise and fall,
rise and fall.

we are gathered
in the basket of life.
fragrances
of brown grasses
and sea.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 9/10/2009 8:42:16 PM
dan dan
your god is your god.
let us all
have our own relationship
with our god.
religion in your pocket.
not in mine.
poetry
dances
with your silent god.
you are not god.
i am not god.
i'll let you be
who you are.
please me be
who i am.
god is life,
wordlessly.
please take your relationship
with your god
elsewhere.
i love you.
take my love
and spread your god
on whole wheat bread.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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Spongebob Squarepants
Posted: 9/7/2009 1:32:13 PM
only the lonely

each place i go
only the lonely go,
each little small cafe.

the songs i know
only the lonely know,
each melody recalls a love
that used to be.

the dreams i dream
only the lonely dream,
of lips as warm as may.

that hopeless scheme
only the lonely scheme,
that soon somewhere i'll find
the one that used to care.

and i'll recall each fun time,
those picnics at the beach
when love was new.
it well could be the one time
a hopeless little dream
like that comes true.

if you find love
hang on to each caress
and never let go
for once it's gone
you'll know the loneliness,
the heartbreak,
only the lonely know.

by sammy kahn & jimmy van heusen
arranged by nelson riddle
sung by frank sinatra
on the original album "sinatra sings for only the lonely,"
now on "frank sinatra, the capitol years, disc 3"

this is considered by many sinatra's best, most obscure album.
the original cover has an ebony black background
with a lovely painting of sinatra's face, chalk-white,
decorated with bright colors as a clown's face
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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Country roads and a full tank of gas..... finding myself
Posted: 9/6/2009 4:05:02 PM
country roads. blue highways.
my dutch ancestors arrived
in new amsterdam in 1643
and we've been traveling ever since
up the hudson river
(my grampa said that rip vanwinkle
was really a vanvalkenburgh),
through iroquois country
(340 years later i married an oneida),
through the factories
of pennsylvania and ohio.

my scottish ancestors, the ramseys,
were gypsies, people who never fit in
except on the road, forever, i guess.
the ran from the pharoah ramses II
(that's how they got their name) and,
like the vanvalkenburghs, crawled
across the land, and the sea, to scotland.
they were hardscrabble mountain people.
we don't know much about soil or crops.
we sing and we dance and we write poems.
i haven't changed. so i keep moving .....
on foot, by car & bike & ferry & kayak
& dreams. jung was right. life is a dream.
maybe i'll enter a dream and not come out
the other side. maybe i already have.

what have we learned,
the vv's and the gypsies?
well we learned what our sisters
and brothers, the coast salish people, know.
what they learned from the salmon,
that some of us are meant to migrate.
that's who we are, the vv's and the ramseys,
we're salmon in the river of life.
 
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