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 Jason Nigrelli
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morning tea

frozen bearclaws of
doubt tranquilize the morning
steam rising in ridicule of my
sleepy eyes, folding upwards in
gentle contrast to the stale air of
winter's bony dryness

another day to begin
again, stepping on old snow
trudging out some learned
rhythm, maybe not the
deepest one, but the snow
gets browner

when the sun decides
to share our winter burden
how can we not rejoice in
everything not human, how
can we not love each other
plainly again like summer
taught us

tea leaves and
sandy legs
melt them
with snow

JDVN 1/20/09
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 1/24/2009 12:17:14 PM
I want to be free to love you out loud,
This hoarse croaking whisper ain't working for me,
I want to be free to love you out loud,
This laryngitis of love ain't my cup of tea.

The limitations of words fly full in my face,
Intrinsically loaded with pre-programmed glee,
I want you to come over and live in my place,
And I'll sing out my love as loud as can be.

I want to be free to love you out loud,
Holding your hand as we walk down the street,
I want to be free to love you out loud,
With no care at all for the people we meet.


Are poems simply magic spells? Or prophecies? Could it be that the poet is the last hold-out, the last adherent to the ancient art of prophecy?

Feel free to write anything on this thread. I love to see the creative minds ablaze!
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 1/24/2009 12:24:07 PM
indelible ink of the soul regurgitating
across the tablelands on steeds of mercury as
cactus brushes strip away the flesh from faces
long ago discarded, unnecessary at last and
forevermore pure and black . the negative is scratched beyond
repair or redemption, the photographer grovels at the feet of
statues erected to our self-loathing and doubt, creates an incision and
crawls right in caterwauling, i've lost my telephoto hold on causal reality and
even the morning cup of tea is always cold as the void, dead as
catararacts of endless despair, forgotten as yesterday's bowel movements.
and then a child laughs, the morning rising in pitch and tone, repudiates the
abyssinian cold and falls as gentle rain into another kodak moment.
god is.
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Posted: 1/24/2009 12:49:50 PM
nice thread, Walsti...

"Are poems simply magic spells? Or prophecies? Could it be that the poet is the last hold-out, the last adherent to the ancient art of prophecy? "...thought provoking...reminds me of how they used to (back in the 60's ) refer to Bob Dylan as "the young poet/prophet of our times."
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 1/24/2009 2:15:08 PM
thanks, oly. feel free to leave something behind, if you'd like.

Black Monday

The men outside are screaming for the end of our misery,
black mondays of remembrance foresee bleak destiny,
because it's all scripted, just not quite.

Widom always seems to be too late
when bad lessons linger over long and
less is more starts to make sense

I love you maybe too truly, which doesn't leave
all that much to a fate which doesn't include me.
And I need you so fully, that I can't imagine
a day without your beauty.
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 1/24/2009 3:34:19 PM
some tanka:

sugared peak's embrace
the Winter sun glints diamonds
raven grunts discord
blackness so out of place here
pure white linen of my soul

fortunate people
never hear madness calling
in the depths of night
supernatural respite
is granted to very few

footprints in white snow
chickadees blend with sparrows
pawprints of a dog
show the outline of four claws
boots wipe out the evidence

The light that is love
Clouding now and so opaque
Eyes of an old dog
How I've enjoyed these moments
Sunsets never last too long

Van Gogh must have known
Many starry nights alone
Vision of genius
Partaking of small pleasures
Aligning the sad heavens
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 1/24/2009 3:46:07 PM
Holy rollers and chicken biters
Fill up the circus tents whose tears and rents
Let in the fearful eye of an adolescent godling
Heaven-sent serpents test unwashed throats of
Mordant sinners, unconcerned with the venom
Their ignorance a lax chaperone
My god is stronger than your god
Put 'em both in the ring
Only the strong will survive
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 1/24/2009 5:59:46 PM
Dearest Rose you have graced my thread with your beautiful write. I drink a lot of black tea, and green tea infrequently, though I like both. Your poem feels light and floral, but deeply soothing as I read it - very much how I think of green tea in my mind. Nice!
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Posted: 1/24/2009 10:35:37 PM
Walsti, I love your just keeps me't Paul Simon once say something to the effect that there's no such thing as "writer's block"...only writers who are afraid to tell the truth?.... It's one reason I think everyone's "story" is important...oh, well...your thread keeps me thinking....thanks...

So great a cloud of witnesses
And yet so few who tell
the truths they know of heaven
and the truths they know of hell
Abandoning the rest of us
to find out as we may
and only with the dearest cost
because so few will say
We are left, then, to repeat
the history that's gone before
Perhaps that is why
it is so hard to reach
that elusive Golden Shore
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Posted: 1/25/2009 6:44:06 AM
well done, w, and thank you for starting this thread
interest in what you've written, words strongly said....

tea leaves and prophecies
thoughts that come to me
seeing beyond the obvious
foresight of what's to come
often affecting everyone

rosie, thank you for sharing your
winter solstice reading
I believe readings extend further
than the individual....
perhaps a message for all
like a Spirit call
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Posted: 1/26/2009 8:33:21 PM
like a Spirit call sometimes...
the words of musical prophets
stand-ins at times for the rest of us
who live with lessor forum to tell
but experience the truths and hell
so succinctly captured
in the rhymes and rhythms

charmed, sometimes, as though by a snake
that he's "strummin' my fate with his fingers....
and "singin' my life with his words...
killing me softly with his song...killing me softly"

The rhythm wells up in me from time to time...
my heart clutches...
I know I've heard that drumbeat before
and I dread what will come next
I wish I would not follow, nor march to it
(why do I not save myself for that infamous "different drummer"?)
yet, I feel compelled...
like a spirit fall
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 1/30/2009 8:57:13 AM
Portuguese facial hair
Clogs my morning papier mache
The globe is irregular with
Hairy bumps, like goblin broomsticks
Making clumps in the mix. O'Keefe loved
Mud bricks and scantily clothed kachinas
Deer dances and sweaty brown skin
Glistening under earthy beats
Drum skins the parchment of
Spanish dreamers, reluctant
Shamanism, delivered with the
Joined: 12/6/2008
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Posted: 1/31/2009 10:37:59 AM
haibun ..... early this morning i watched my son and granddaughter fly away to anchorage. i love them. i will miss them. the tears flowing from my eyes were both the deepest and greatest of all poems, and the river of sadness. and the taoist river continues to tumble down steep slopes (bren and lili are young) until the the moving water reaches the woven fabric of marshes, braided streams, and the great sea (i am an elder of our tribe). when i returned home i brewed simple green tea and threw the coins for the i ching. i was told that this is a very difficult time, and that both motion and the love of a woman will carry me forward. on my mother's side i have gypsy roots. and the coast salish people who live around me have the migrating salmon as a very powerful symbol. the structure of my home is a nest and, for all of my life, i have been a nest for the people around me. now, with great pain, the river flows, and the first robins have returned to the surrounding woods.

this winter of heavy rains
and deep snows
exhaust the worker
who goes outward
and nurtures the hermitary sould
reading by candlelight.

now, we have days of dense fog
on the margin between winter and spring.
fog rolls from the sea
across the meadows
and covers my home.
a fire burns inside both heart and hearth.
the fogs are a tapestry
gathered in the hands of time
and will be pulled away
to show the entry of spring
and the passing of the years.
she is beautiful, this lovely woman,
her soft cloud-white garments
have fallen around her ankles.
she is spring, she is love,
she is the nesting bowl of time.
i sing to her.
i love you, i sing
and she swallows my life
like fog, like the robins
seeking nourishment,
like the river of time
tumbling down my dampened cheeks.
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 2/2/2009 3:38:19 PM
Thank you one and all for your excellent contributions. Rose, I love the way you attack a new poetry form! Haibun seems really neat. I just did a little research on it and it seems that it is a form that is still evolving, a form explored by Rexroth and Kerouac among others, basically consisting of a prose introduction section which very specifically describes place, time, image followed by one or more haiku. Or the prose section can be interrupted by one or more haiku in the middle. The haiku should be strong enough to stand on their own, but should add depth of meaning to the description of the narrative section. Like all good poetry (in my humble opinion) economy of words should be the goal - no extraneous or repeated words or images.

Anyway, I'm gonna try one real soon. Thanks LiPo for introducing the form on my thread. I apologize for not being around the last few days - I took a fall on some icy steps and have been not so inclined to write. But nothing's broken and I'm on the mend.

I can't wait to see what you all come up with next!
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Posted: 2/3/2009 9:53:13 AM
haibun. sigh. rexroth and kerouac indeed dug into asian forms of poetry. rexroth , after ezra pound, was the most substantial translator and user of asian stuff. he became the poetry father of kerouac, ginsberg and gary snyder. and sam hamill. sam is one of my few heroes (among others: norman cousins, thomas merton, john blofeld, ursula leguin for her translation of the tao te ching which correctly identifies the tao as female). sam and his ex-partner, tree swenson, started what is now the pirmary publishing house of poetry in the u.s. and he's the finest translator of japanese poetry into english. and, before we invaded iraq laura bush had organized a national poetry festival to be held in d.c. laura invited sam to be on the high-powered panel discussion on the first evening of the weekend festival. sam agreed, and then contacted the best poets, and most well knows poets, to write an anti-war/peace poem and they would gather saturday morning in front of the white house to read the poems. almost all of the invited poets agreed. laura was furious and cancelled the conference. sam then started, on line, poets against the war and, in the first two weeks, received 15,000 poems from poets around the world. sam tells a beautiful story about being in his teens, after having been on the road for a couple of years, arriving in san francisco and heading for lawrence ferlinghetti's "city lights books" bookstore. as he approached the store, his hero, kenneth rexroth, walked around a corner, saw this pale, impoversihed youngster and told him that he needed help. rexroth then took sam home and saved this bright young fellow from a pretty terrible future. so, my suggestion, find sam's stuff, and rexroth, and gary snyder, and kerouac, among others. the contemporary character/star is bill porter, who translated chinese poetry under the name red pine. and j.p. seaton. in the end there isn't really much to know. it is important for you and i to have fun and be ourselves, ourselves blending into the whole of life. in the eastern tradition everything is taken away until one thing is left. in the western tradition stuff is piled up. both are beautiful. basho is considered the source of haibun and his "narrow road to the interior," translated by sam hamill, is considered the macbeth or hamlet of japanese haibun. 400 years ago writing poetry was a primary entertainment in japan. lots of people were poets. so, rather than going to the super bowl or climbing onto the internet, "poets".....folks like you and me ..... would gather around a bottle of saki in somebody's home and write renga (linked verse, like the haiku games on pof), laugh and have a ball. here's sam hamill's translation of the first few lines of basho's "narrow road," written 300 years ago: "the moon and the sun are eternal travelers. even the years wander on. a lifetime adrift in a boat or, in old age, leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home." here's an old haiku of mine: christ/ the buddha/ vishnu/ all/ merely/ lightning/ in the mountains. i love you all.....
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 2/3/2009 10:50:32 AM
LiPo you're awesome! I am very grateful for your involvement here, and I really hope you continue to grace this thread. You have re-fueled my interest in Eastern poetry and I will continue to study - please don't be a stranger!

And Oly, Rosie, Lookin' for #1, and WeAreOne I love all of you and love to read your words - thanks again for contributing and please return!

Icy steps of
Winter regrets
The calm before the storm
The pride before the fall
Is this as good as it gets?
Should I stand so tall?

Falling through space
Seeking out holes in flagstone
Falling right on my face
Was that a breaking bone?

I awoke again today
I made my morning tea
Very carefully...
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Posted: 2/3/2009 7:04:21 PM
my morning tea.
water hot, the teapot
with flakes of earnest tea
in her hands, accepts my impressions.
leaves of chinese tea,
like pages of taoist poems,
need nothing. not hot water.
not the simple cup. not my lips.
life needs nothing
but the flow of juices.
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Posted: 2/4/2009 6:10:37 AM
first light
on high mountain snows
the color of ginger.
a single puff
of cloud
from my tea
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Posted: 2/4/2009 7:45:21 AM
branches of trees
heavy with snow
light an eerie glow
flat grey whiteness
of this snowy abyss
breathtaking really
a perfect emptiness
strange cool comfort
in contrast with
the heat in my cup
hot steam rises
into my eyes
smell of bergamot
I love so much
always wakes me
takes me heavenly
another early riser
my earl grey tea
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Posted: 2/4/2009 3:15:21 PM
steam rising,
easy fragrance of pu ehr
i warm my finger tips
on the ribs
of my japanese cup.
gift cup
from a simple village
in basho's interior haibun
hand-built clay
erotic sweeping gouges
like sumi-e brush strokes
on rice paper
like my hand
on her bare neck.
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 2/4/2009 10:10:16 PM
very nice my friend......


We have talent. People call us
The leading poets of our day.
Too bad our homes are humble,
Our recognition trivial.
Hungry, ill clothed, servants treat
Us with contempt. In the prime
Of life, our faces are wrinkled.
Who cares about either of us,
Or our troubles? We are our own
Audience. We appreciate
Each other's literary
Merits. Our poems will be handed
Down along with great dead poets'.
We can console each other.
At least we shall have descendants.

by Tu Fu
Kenneth Rexroth translation
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 2/4/2009 11:27:27 PM
mmmmmm.........right on the edge of intelligibility...........just the way I like it!

nice write trulio.........and welcome!....................................................
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 2/5/2009 9:41:00 AM

I didn't sign up for this
The last I remember I was asleep in the
Forest under graceful trees
When some son of a b i t c h
Seized me bodily and to my utter dismay
Threw me on a dirty boat

lifetimes then drifted and stars lived and died in the skies of my eyes
forty days and forty nights of ancestral bequests consumed the moon
which was my radiant face exposed for the first time, maybe understanding
maybe understood but nonetheless unable to repent or rejoice just to
accept the waves and the salt, the cries of bird and wind, the eternity of
the voyage linger in my every breath from before the fall to after Columbus
dismay and dissolution dance to eerie music in my private america, my body
moves to generational gyrations brought on by elvis while my soul left on the
midnight train some time ago and left behind all the luggage, whale bones and
dry starfish so out of place on the platform, at the train station.

 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 2/7/2009 11:33:44 AM
(Had to bring this home from Manny's thread, I liked it too

During the potato famine of my heart
You made me french fries
In front of all my guy friends
You made me quiche
In a moment of wild inspiration
You made me love you

When the towers fell
You dried my tears
When I screamed to leave
You stayed for years
In a wild windy rain
You stole all of my fears

Through too many lifetimes to count
I have held you
May we suffer but a scant few more
Til we never have to
Let go

 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 2/9/2009 6:55:46 AM
Nice to see ya, BW! I think we should collaborate on a book of dirty cinquains! lol.

thank you for the "infusion of healing leaf" and don't be a stranger!

morning haiku:

Daffodils calling
The wind swallows their voices
Winter won't let go

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