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  1. #151
    Agnosticism, a path untold,
    Neither here nor there, yet bold.
    A quest for truth in all its forms,
    In search of knowledge, free from norms.

    Beyond the bounds of faith and doubt,
    A path that leads to what's devout.
    Not swayed by dogma or belief,
    But guided by the quest for relief.

    With open mind and open heart,
    The path of agnosticism starts.
    Embracing mystery, and the unknown,
    And trusting in the wisdom grown.

    A path of peace, a path of grace,
    With every step, a brighter space.
    In every moment, free to be,
    With every breath, a world to see.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

  2. #152
    Mental illness is a heavy load to bear,
    A weight that can make life unfair,
    It can cause turmoil in the mind,
    And make behavior hard to bind.

    But let us not forget that we are still responsible,
    For actions that we take, and choices we enable,
    Mental illness may explain, but it does not excuse,
    Behaviors that cause others harm and abuse.

    It's easy to use illness as a crutch,
    To avoid taking responsibility as such,
    But to be truly strong and brave,
    We must acknowledge the actions we gave.

    We must seek help and take control,
    Of the parts of us that can take a toll,
    We must show others that we can change,
    And that our behavior we can rearrange.

    Mental illness is not a justification,
    For causing harm and pain to the nation,
    We must learn to manage and cope,
    And not let our actions be a slippery slope.

    So let us be accountable and true,
    To ourselves and others, in all that we do,
    Mental illness may be a part of us,
    But it does not define or control us.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

  3. #153
    Childhood friends dying
    Seventy five years flashed by
    The mission is clear


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    無 (MU, Emptiness) and 氷 (HYO, Ice) ... Emptiness Ice ...

  4. #154
    Quote Originally Posted by Rich View Post
    Childhood friends dying
    Seventy five years flashed by
    The mission is clear


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    This is really good Rich

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

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    Dave Hood

    Unlike traditional poetry, poets who write free verse aren’t forced to use a particular metrical pattern. And yet, some modern poets, such as Robert Frost, have used traditional forms to compose their poetry. Frost wrote in blank verse, a traditional form, which requires each line to be written in iambic pentameter and have no rhyme.

    On occasion, contemporary poets write poems in one of the traditional forms, such as a sonnet or blank verse or epic or elegy. This is one reason to learn meter. Another reason is that meter is part of rhythm. And so, if you intend on using rhythm in your free verse poetry, you ought to understand meter.

    As well, all good modern and contemporary poets know how to use rhythm and meter. Furthermore, a good poem includes rhythm.

    In this article, I’ll discuss meter and rhythm.

    Meter in Traditional Poetry
    Meter is Greek for “measure.” In English poetry, poets use three common types of meter. In accentual meter, the stresses are counted and the syllables are variable. In syllabic meter, the syllables are counted. A poet who uses syllabic meter develops a pattern by having the same number of syllables on each line of the poem. In accentual-syllabic meter, both the stressed and unstressed syllables are counted.

    Accentual-Syllabic Meter

    The poets of Europe, Canada, and United states use accentual-syllabic meter. The metrical pattern is developed by counting the stressed and unstressed syllables on each line. In traditional poetry, poets must compose poems that comply with a particular metrical pattern. For instance, Robert Frost, one of the most popular modern poets, wrote poems in blank verse. He was required to write each line in iambic pentameter, without rhyme.

    How do you learn meter? You must first understand that every word in the dictionary has a particular sound, determined, in part, by the number of syllables in the word. Some syllables are stressed, others are not. For instance, cat, dog, bird–each have one syllable. In traditional poetry, meter is identified by the pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables in words, which create a pattern of sound.

    The foot/feet is the unit of measurement for meter, which is made up of stressed and unstressed syllables. Each foot has a particular rhythmical pattern. In traditional poetry, there are five basic rhythmic patterns, which are used to create meter:

    Iambic- one unstressed and one stressed syllable. Each unit has two syllables. Example: hotel
    Spondee-one stressed, followed by another stressed syllable. Example: Nightmare
    Trochee foot- One stressed, followed by one unstressed syllable. (Each unit has two syllables) Example: Rainfall.
    Dactyl-One stressed, followed by an unstressed, followed by an unstressed. (Each unit has three syllables)
    Anapest- One unstressed, followed by another unstressed, followed by a stressed syllable.
    Length of a Line (Measured in Feet)

    In traditional poetry, there are several types of line length:

    monometer-1 foot
    dimeter-2 feet
    trimeter-three feet
    tetrameter-four feet
    pentameter-five feet
    hexameter-6 feet
    heptameter-7 feet
    Octometer-8 feet

    Each type of metrical pattern has a particular number of feet and rhythmic pattern. For instance, iambic pentameter has five feet per line of poetry, each foot consists of one iambic ( One stressed and one unstressed syllable). So, the poet would select words follow this “unstressed/stressed” pattern. For instance, Robert Frost, who wrote poetry in blank meter, selected and ordered words on the line according to iambic pentameter.

    Using Scansion to Identify a Metrical Pattern

    How do you learn to identify various patterns of meter and rhythm? Use a scansion to analyze and identify the metrical pattern in a poem. Begin by breaking each word into syllables on a line. For each word, mark the unstressed and stressed syllables, and then identify the metrical foot on each line. You should see a pattern. Iambic pentameter is the most common type of meter in traditional poetry, because it resembles the metrical pattern or everyday language.

    Even though modern poetry doesn’t have to follow a particular metrical pattern, such as iambic pentameter, you should have a good understanding of meter, especially iambic pentameter. All good contemporary poetry has rhythm–and meter is one of several ways to create rhythm.

    Iambic Pentameter
    It is the most common type of metrical pattern in poetry, because it sounds most like speech. Shakespeare used it in his plays, John Milton used it to write Paradise Lost, T.S. Eliot used it to write The Wasteland, Robert Frost used it to write blank verse. Each line has ten syllables. These syllables are divided into five feet. Each foot must have one unstressed syllable and one stressed syllable. In other words, the line will have five feet of iamb. The rhythmic pattern or beat is: da DUM, da DUM, da DUM, da DUM, da DUM. For instance, “the dog, the cat, the bird“ follow this pattern. If you are intending to write poetry with rhythm, it is important to understand iambic pentameter. You can use it as a guide to write your own poetry.

    Rhythm Modern and Contemporary Poetry
    What is rhythm? John Dreary, the author of Creating Poetry, writes: “Rhythm is the rise and fall and surge and abatement of words–the melody.“ Rhythm is the flow of words on the page. It is the beat you hear when you read a poem. It includes some pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables, which create a pattern of sound. You can use several techniques to add rhythm to your poetry. These include line length, line breaks, meter, repetition or refrain, and parallel structure.

    Line Length

    The length of a line can alter the rhythm of a poem. If you write a long sentence on a line, you’ll slow down the pace, and add more syllables to the line. If you compose a line with fewer words, you’ll speed up the pace, and typically add fewer syllables.


    In a row boat,

    on a quiet lake,

    a boy fished for trout. (faster pace)


    In a row boat, on a quiet lake, a boy fished for trout. (slower pace)

    Line Break

    Where you place line breaks will also alter the rhythm of a poem. A line break tells the reader to pause. You can add a line break in many ways, such as by adding:

    White space. Add space between words, between lines, between stanzas. White space tells the reader to pause.
    Enjambment. Divide a phrase or clause on one line, and then restart on the next line. The purpose is to create a sense of forward motion.

    the snow


    the wind


    End-stop. Add a period or coma at the end of a line. Both tell the reader to pause.

    Another way to add rhythm to your poetry is to use meter. A simple way is to count the syllables on each line. This is called syllabic meter. For instance, you might want to create a syllabic pattern with 7 syllables on each line. If you do this, be sure to read your poetry out loud to see how it sounds.

    You can also use one of the popular metrical patterns such as iambic pentameter. Or, you can create your own metrical pattern.

    Refrain or Repetition

    Repeating words or phrases is an easy way to create emphasis and to create rhythm. Songwriters use refrains or repetition in their lyrics.

    Poets also use repetition. For emphasis and to create a sound effect, they repeat a phrase or line throughout a poem. For instance, Dylan Thomas repeated the refrain “Do not Go Gently Into the Night” four times in a poem by the same name.

    Two popular types of repetition used by contemporary poets to create rhythm are:

    Repetend. Repetition of a word or phrase at different locations within the poem.
    Anaphora. Repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of two or more lines in a poem.
    Parallel structure

    You can also create rhythm by using parallel structure. It requires that you use the same grammatical form words, phrases, clauses that have the same grammatical form, such as verbs, nouns, verbal or prepositional phrases. Use also for coordinating (and, or, but, for, nor, yet, so) and correlative conjunctions (Not only…but also, either…or). Parallel structure is a simple way to create rhythm.


    (Nouns in a series)

    The dog, the cat, the man

    departed from the flaming house.

    (Participles in a Series)

    Blowing snow, gusting wind….

    (Parallel structure for Coorelative Conjunctions)

    Not only did he slip

    but also broke his leg

    Tips for Creating Rhythm
    Think of meter as a pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables on a line. Some modern and contemporary poetry have a particular rhythm patterns; other poems have an irregular rhythm matter. Here are a few suggestions on how to add rhythm to your poetry:

    Be sure to read your poems aloud to hear how they sound. Remember, at the end of each line, you have a pause.
    Consider using some form of rhythm. The most popular is iambic pentameter, which is based on five feet. Each foot has one unstressed syllable, followed by a stressed syllable (u /). This metrical pattern sounds most like every day language. If this is too complex, use a syllabic pattern. Instead of counting stressed and unstressed syllables, count the syllables per line. For instance, you could write a poem of three stanzas, each stanza has five lines, and each lines has 7 syllables.
    Use repetition to create rhythm. You might repeat a word or phrase in different places of a poem.
    Alter your line length to change the pace. Long lines are used to slow down the pace. Short lines speed up the pace.
    Always use parallel structure. If you are not sure of parallel structure, find yourself a grammar book, and then study “parallel structure.”
    Break lines where you desire the reader to pause or where you desire to create emphasis.
    Always revise your poems for rhythm.
    Remember, in free verse poetry, you create your own rhythmic patterns.
    Resources From From WRITING FREE VERSE POETRY, David Hood.
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-15-2023 at 03:39 PM. Reason: credit
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  6. #156
    Eight years, this year up October
    2014, the year of Meditations
    On Gratitude, no evidence
    Winter blizzards will let up.
    sat/ lah
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  7. #157
    In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth
    בְּרֵאשִׁית, בָּרָא אֱלֹהִים אֵת הַשָּׁמַיִם וְאֵת הָאָרֶץ

    With these ancient words, a story unfolds
    Of a world brought to life, and all that it holds

    With each stroke of a pen, a world was born
    And the tale of creation, in scripture was torn

    From dust and from water, the land and the sea
    God brought forth all creatures, for all to see

    But to truly grasp the depth of this tale
    One must delve into Hebrew, and its words unveil

    For the Bible is not just a story, but a guide
    And to understand its message, one must learn its side

    So let us study and learn, this ancient tongue so true
    And discover all the wisdom hidden in בְּרֵאשִׁית's view.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

  8. #158
    For example: Allen Ginsberg, Ann Sexton, WS Merwin, many many more. Check poetry over the last 50 years and All of American poetry. Try Walt Whitman, or William Carlos Williams, or Jack Kerouac or Lawrence Ferlinghetti. ad infinitum. Nicki Geovanni, Gwendolyn Brooks, David Ignatow. How many more in Free Verse form the varying metter, the varying and broken lines, and off rhyme, the dozens, and dozens of creative nuances. Check poetry for poetry's' sake. all meters, all variations with nothing that is mine, Check out contemporary poets; check out mine. Sylvia Plath, or Kipling, or any of the poetes one makes a mockery of the idea that all poetry is only regular and devoted to love. Ann Sexton writes of depression and suicide. A screw of tho Dachau Daddy oh daddy oh daddy oh daddy I'm finally through of daddy the villagers never liked you, they never, never, never liked you or when I coffined my lid on Sunday to Church with the Schwiska oh daddy I'm through. Parody of Plath's Daddy in paragraph form, living in fertilized loam, under the earth, and int backbiting Pentecostals, oh daddy I'm finally through of you because I'm filled up with you. Kenneth Koch, Kenneth Rexroth, Gary Snyder, William Everson, William Stafford, Rumi, Hafiz (Two ancient Persians) Joy Harjo, WB Yeats, Wallace Stevens, Bill Tremblay, Donald Justice, William Stafford, Maya Angelou. Most poets go to free verse, blank verse, any verse. John Milton wrote Paradise Lost in Blank Verse. All manner of experimentation has taken place over the last 20,000 years, and what we have in written form goes back that far, and most early poetry before 5,500 years ago was prayer. In fact, poetry is neighbors with both music and prayer. In ancient times and contemporizing times the movement is almost in directions of love. My own two books end with commitment to contemporary poetry and love. My Book soon to be available on Amazon is even entitled Children of Loving Kindness. The more than 65 poems I published in little magazines, annuals, and with academic journals, are all positive except a very few. The reality of carnage, pillage, war, and pestilence, all Poets have explored almost every poet, negative poetry. Humans are by delimitation animals and the vast majority of the earth's populations are Omnivorous, hunter gathers, and countries of every form of government have committed atrocities. Homer wrote two books based on to long wars, and there are historical poems devoted to war negativity, but I would say generally the poet foreshows the evolution of aspects of love, but there is hate and indifference in humanity, and poets have explored all of that, even Shakespeare, and Chaucer, and especially Milton, said to be the greatest poets in English, have sometimes written of mangled human emotion. I see all three as ending their work as positive and edifying, and in love However, Shakespeare had The Dark Lady in the Sonnetts. So see the negative is by far the exception, not the rule. Poets wish to point the way to positive, and all poetry can be seen as visionary. My hope is that humanity evolve to Loving Kindness. And poetry which seems sinister, and filled with hate is reacting to love or lack of love, Love can be seen as the single most important force in poetry if there is one. The two largest religions Christianity, and Buddhism are in reality path ways to conversion to paths of Love and Kindness. Again wars have been fought over these needs in humane need to be nurtured. My whole life since I was a teen ager progressed to love. I have been in love with my wife Marjorie since I was 28-years old. I have loved our daughter for almost 34 years and I feel certain that they love me. Yes, Jishin, you are right, I would hope that every human has experienced love, Even Adolphe Hitler and Pol Pot were once three-years old, all humans experience some positive emotion in their lives, even if it is only the deep yearning to get out of hate, away from hate toward love. I believe Love is the most important emotion in life for everyone. Would you believe the big grin and smile I have on my face right now as I contemplate love. However there is no generalized rhyme or reason in poetry. Poetry can be lose following no pattern of any king in rhyme and meter, or it can be strict and even in every aspect. I observe you writing formal poetry. Your themes are always positive. When you write here your poetry is regular and predictable. Thank You Jishin.

    sat/ lah
    Example of Paragraph Poetry, can you follow the poets who experimented with metter and rhyme or neither of both.
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 03-10-2023 at 01:25 PM. Reason: experimental is ever the ending Charles E Taylor, MFA
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  9. #159

    ARTS: Poetry

    Amid the poets of the past fifty years
    Exist a myriad of forms to quell our fears
    From Ginsberg to Merwin, Sexton to Giovanni
    We see the power of words in the hands of the visionary

    Whitman and Williams offer the classics
    Their works still resonating with words that are elastic
    While Kerouac and Ferlinghetti's meters vary
    And broken lines lead us to a world that's contrary

    Brooks and Ignatow weave off-rhyme with ease
    A creative nuance that makes our senses tease
    And dozens upon dozens more
    Challenge us to explore

    In the realm of free verse, the possibilities expand
    As we break free from form with an open hand
    The varying meter and broken lines become our muse
    As we craft poetry that's unique and refuse to lose

    So let us check out contemporary poets for a while
    With all metters and variations, we'll find our style
    For in poetry, there's nothing, something that is ours
    A reflection of our souls and all of our powers

    So Gassho, we say, and sat/lah to all
    For poetry is a journey, a personal call
    And with the poets of the past and present in our sight
    We'll create something new, something bright

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH
    Last edited by Jishin; 02-15-2023 at 04:31 PM.

  10. #160
    Hay quien cree que un experto lo sabe todo,
    que su sabiduría es como un tesoro,
    mas en realidad, a menudo se olvida,
    de lo que no sabe y aún necesita.

    La mente del experto se llena de prejuicios,
    y no siempre es fácil abrirle un hueco,
    mientras que la mente del principiante,
    está abierta a todo lo que es vibrante.

    El experto cree tener la verdad,
    y a menudo se siente en soledad,
    sin embargo, el principiante, con humildad,
    siempre está listo para aprender de verdad.

    Por eso, no te conviertas en un experto arrogante,
    que se cree dueño del saber, triunfante,
    sino en un principiante que siempre está atento,
    a todo lo que le puede dar el momento.

    Recuerda que el camino del conocimiento,
    no es una línea recta, sino un movimiento,
    y si te mantienes abierto y curioso,
    verás cómo tu sabiduría crece, sin reproches.

    Sounds better in Spanish:

    There are those who think an expert knows it all,
    That their knowledge is like a precious thrall,
    But in reality, it's easy to forget,
    All the things they don't know, all the things they've not met.

    The expert's mind can be filled with bias,
    It's not always easy to make a space,
    While the beginner's mind is open, never shy,
    Ready to learn, ready to try.

    The expert thinks they have the truth,
    But can be lonely in their self-imposed booth,
    While the beginner, with humility and trust,
    Is always ready to learn, always ready to adjust.

    So don't become an arrogant expert,
    Thinking you've got it all, never to be hurt,
    Instead, be a beginner, open and keen,
    To all that life has to offer, all that can be seen.

    Remember, the path of knowledge is not a line,
    But a journey that twists and turns, that's divine,
    And if you keep an open mind and stay curious,
    You'll see your wisdom grow, no longer mysterious.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

  11. #161
    Quote Originally Posted by Tai Shi View Post
    A screw of tho Dachau Daddy oh daddy oh daddy oh daddy I'm finally through of daddy the villagers never liked you, they never, never, never liked you or when I coffined my lid on Sunday to Church with the Schwiska oh daddy I'm through. Parody of Plath's Daddy in paragraph form, living in fertilizer loan, under the earth, and int back biting Pentecostals, oh daddy I'm finally through of you because I filled up with you.
    In response to hatred, let love prevail,
    Let us rise above the venom and the veil,
    For hate breeds hate and only leads to pain,
    While love, forgiveness, and kindness reign.

    Let us not be defined by the color of our skin,
    Or the religion we practice, the battles we win,
    For we are all human, and under the same sun,
    Our diversity is what makes us strong, not undone.

    So let us embrace our differences with open hearts,
    And strive for understanding, even when it's hard,
    For only through empathy and compassion can we heal,
    And create a world where love and acceptance are real.

    Let us reject the rhetoric of hate and division,
    And instead choose a path of unity and inclusion,
    For in the end, it's not about what sets us apart,
    But the love and kindness we share from the heart.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

  12. #162
    Thank you Rich. I admire your ability to make a Haiku delicate and fragile, not the plod of my long or short narrative poetry. My poet, friend, and professor, Bill Tremblay. MFA, told me that all poetry, even accidental poetry, is narrative. In consciousness we want to make stories. We are creatures who experience life in a line. We have beginnings, middles, and endings. This is the physical nature of every creature. Your Haiku in English pattern 5, 7,5 syllables, gives me a beautiful sense of stillness. Kokuu has said that the exact pattern does not cross over into English. He has said that these rhythms can be approximations. I like your poetry. Tank you.
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-15-2023 at 09:00 PM. Reason: spelling
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  13. #163
    Quote Originally Posted by Jishin View Post
    This is really good Rich

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

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  14. #164
    Quote Originally Posted by Tai Shi View Post
    Thank you Rich. I admire your ability to make a Haiku delicate and fragile, not the plod of my long or short narrative poetry. My poet, friend, and professor, Bill Tremblay. MFA, told me that all poetry, even accidental poetry, is narrative. In consciousness we want to make stories. We are creatures who experience life in a line. We have beginnings, middles, and endings. This is the physical nature of every creature. Your Haiku in English pattern 5, 7,5 syllables, gives me a beautiful sense of stillness. Kokuu has said that the exact pattern does not cross over into English. He has said that these rhythms can be approximations. I like your poetry. Tank you.
    Thanks tai shi. Will post more here. Have posted over 400 on instagram.

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  15. #165

    ARTS: Poetry

    Yes please post here on Treeleaf Zendo any one is welcome here. I only started this project because I wanted to learn others poems. Please post your poems here. Jishin teach me more about rhymes and rhythms.
    sat: lah

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    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-20-2023 at 06:18 AM.
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  16. #166
    n 1960, the young Brodsky met Anna Akhmatova, one of the leading poets of the silver age.[10] She encouraged his work, and would go on to become his mentor.[15] In 1962, in Leningrad, Anna Akhmatova introduced him to the artist Marina Basmanova, a young painter from an established artistic family who was drawing Akhmatova's portrait. The two started a relationship; however, Brodsky's then close friend and fellow poet, Dmitri Bobyshev, was in love with Basmanova. As Bobyshev began to pursue the woman, immediately, the authorities began to pursue Brodsky; Bobyshev was widely held responsible for denouncing him.[11] Brodsky dedicated much love poetry to Marina Basmanova:

    I was only that which
    you touched with your palm
    over which, in the deaf, raven-black
    night, you bent your head ...
    I was practically blind.
    You, appearing, then hiding,
    taught me to see.[11]In 1989, Brodsky wrote his last poem to "M.B.", describing himself remembering their life in Leningrad:

    Your voice, your body, your name
    mean nothing to me now. No one destroyed them.
    It's just that, in order to forget one life, a person needs to live
    at least one other life. And I have served that portion.[11]

    In 1987, he won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the fifth Russian-born writer to do so. In an interview he was asked: "You are an American citizen who is receiving the Prize for Russian-language poetry. Who are you, an American or a Russian?" "I'm Jewish; a Russian poet, an English essayist – and, of course, an American citizen", he responded.[28] The Academy stated that they had awarded the prize for his "all-embracing authorship, imbued with clarity of thought and poetic intensity". It also called his writing "rich and intensely vital", characterized by "great breadth in time and space". It was "a big step for me, a small step for mankind", he joked.[12] The prize coincided with the first legal publication in Russia of Brodsky's poetry as an exilé.

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  17. #167
    In February 1917, the revolution started in Petersburg (then named Petrograd); soldiers fired on marching protestors, and others mutinied. They looked to a past in which the future was "rotting". In a city without electricity or sewage service, with little water or food, they faced starvation and sickness. Akhmatova's friends died around her and others left in droves for safer havens in Europe and America, including Anrep, who escaped to England.[27] She had the option to leave, and considered it for a time, but chose to stay and was proud of her decision to remain.:[26]

    You are a traitor, and for a green island,
    Have betrayed, yes, betrayed your native
    Abandoned all our songs and sacred
    And the pine tree over a quiet lake.

    — Green Island, trans. Jane Kenyon[28]
    Akhmatova wrote of her own temptation to leave:

    A voice came to me. It called out comfortingly.
    It said, "Come here,
    Leave your deaf and sinful land,
    Leave Russia forever,
    I will wash the blood from your hands,
    Root out the black shame from your heart,
    calmly and indifferently,
    I covered my ears with my hands,
    So that my sorrowing spirit
    Would not be stained by those shameful words.

    — When in suicidal anguish, trans. Jane Kenyon[29]
    At the height of Akhmatova's fame, in 1918, she divorced her husband and that same year, though many of her friends considered it a mistake, Akhmatova married prominent Assyriologist and poet Vladimir Shilejko.[30][31] She later said "I felt so filthy. I thought it would be like a cleansing, like going to a convent, knowing you are going to lose your freedom."[27] She began affairs with theatre director Mikhail Zimmerman and composer Arthur Lourié, who set many of her poems to music.[32]

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  18. #168
    Recognize Your Heart

    Shall we sit, shall we Host
    Shall we write in our pace slowly
    Don't be afraid. This is poetry, any
    Verses, Any experiment is welcome
    Yet in the life of not a threat of hurt
    The art of any type, photo,of shoes
    Tied of Free verses, great or rhymed
    Couplets, tetrameter, not great
    But trying all welcomed Pentameter,
    Sonnet or Villanelle formal form
    We all are out of more hope than any
    Three thousand humble free verse
    Any words, Souls might add anything
    Not Detract, both criticize, remorse given
    Am I to offer to break my mundane
    Own suggestion, by writing anything
    Beautiful verses about bugs or snails
    Family and friends, about little children,
    Beauty of the Great Bower built in verse
    This of Bliss, so how many marry or live
    Together Could here proclaim love, dear of wife
    Friend or husband, The flower of delight
    Could not any stept or sit and is it impossible
    Out of 300 hundred souls who love
    Claim to sit could not five or six more
    Sit with us who sit at 6:05 am with acceptance
    Of those who lead slowly 8:00 a.m. or would
    Like some other day 8:00 pm could we,
    Just sit quietly to be with our hands
    Given in Peace, sit at noon or 2 o'clock
    We with thee humble offerings, care
    At 1/2 hour Shikantaza at times more
    Comfort, Ever could plant a tree, a seed
    Then could I offer bread to those, hungry
    With none, to help in ways obvious, not
    2:00 a.m. this morning tide, I could sit with you
    Could more than two, three sit together
    Without needs, let us dedicate seeds of life
    To Peace with those who have money,
    Time of service, heart of mine breaking
    I volunteered from age 54, I was in need
    Hurting, So Gave To age 70 then it became too
    Taxining in old age, yet in sickness, infirm
    Five thousands volunteers people my home,
    In my area, Sioux Falls give time every year
    In South Dakota thousands more volunteered
    Sometimes twenty hours I gave guiding
    At Butterfly or hospitals with my heart.
    At Sanford Hospital in Sioux Falls in home
    Butterfly House, Avera Clinics my friends
    Hospital where I offered service,
    500 hours of my time to give more if
    More 700 hours. my riding the bus, leading
    Support group gave money for Ankylosing
    Spondylitis, Nature Conservancy
    Could we but sustane by stating how
    Somewhere, where we are giving
    We have given one or two love in gathered,
    One some Dollars to Boy Scouts
    Girl Scout cookies, see where we
    Could give even four dollars more operating
    Places or 1/2 hour in store of time for each
    One to one, say it openly we love we
    Give of the heart to come to another
    National Alliance on Mental Illness
    Where I was awarded The Ten
    Year Service Award, Gold
    Hall of Fame, Silver Hall Of Fame, Nationally
    In service to humanity, open heart, loved each
    To Each Person, people I touched, loved those,
    I cannot serve today because with health
    I am old and sick, where are those to take my place,
    Who would step up and help what we need
    Only $200 if more is allowed to declare taxes
    In this country, where are those who live,
    Would give of the heart for those we loved
    Who cannot walk to X-ray facilities
    Where are those who would walk for them?
    With People to shelter? So let's recognize
    Some who cannot serve public recognize
    Places for their need to help at home,
    I end my diatribe against the Tribe
    If I offend it is not so! I wish heart to
    Heart, To end by saying gratitude, hopefully
    Heart To those who work openly for Peace
    To Announce it's okay what we do for children,
    Tell where you have given something
    Or some other way, be it so, a little word
    Of praise. Let us be so help humanity slowly!
    Slightly or grately, when I but as a boy at Boys
    Club in Des Moines where I taught photography.
    Give of the heart, give of the word, of Peace!

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  19. #169
    Verse of Atonement

    When man or woman ache in heart,
    My heart in soul, where do they turn
    Where do they die, how can deceit
    Break bones and Flesh, how can death?

    How those he loves, turn on him
    To destroy love, to destroy country
    How could you treat Akhmatova, bring
    Flesh bringer to Brodsky, how could

    German heritage break his mind
    As mentally ill at tossed into ovens
    With JEWS, along with BLACK, ALONG
    ANY DISABILITY, he had no empathy

    No because even he had been gassed
    In World War One, this same lame
    Artist, this ugly man seeking all to blame
    Hate, retribution, all athletes shamed

    Sought to destroy except greatest reign,
    Areon Race, White, blue eyed, free sex, alcohol
    Anything men desired if only to submit
    To Racesiam, death uniform, anyone

    Different, we of Zen Buddhism, Seek
    Like Vietnamese, Thich Nhat Hanh
    Witnessed death inflicted by fire
    To grown self one cannot sit ideally

    By this atrocity of American death
    This aristocracies, both child, father
    Told no, you cannot be filled with hate
    Both for father's now, found each other.

    Drove my bicycle to Europe and even Klaus
    Tried to Seduce, I saw women seducing
    Men. Returned to man attempting to take
    Me by force, others had given to sordid life,

    I turned to Buddhism, my Life of Atonement
    My own Daughter sent to University give
    Every12 step or money, our sacrifice no death
    For her education, I would give, for turned

    To no other women, time to see her mother
    Renounced the Arion dribble, death out the way
    Gross liberation, told child's play was not adult
    But child exploration, child death by father

    Father repented, the child said I am
    Man we have white skin, blue eyes, dad
    You see Joy Harjo, daughters of death
    You see with me, death is not the way.

    You have repented, I would never point
    To our infirmity, you know already we
    Both have bipolar, we would both be tossed
    Into Ovans, Father, I lOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU.

    sat/ lah
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  20. #170
    Loving Kindness

    He turns days to nebula, lost galaxy
    A University degree, now pilgrimage;
    Science, when he learned to bake bread,
    Fed his friends when they were hungry,

    Already knew his working knowledge
    Of innocence to reaffirm friendships. True
    Behavior, useless harm, needed always
    To repent upon her door of unborn love.

    His stomach dropped from his deepest pity,
    In cavern of his blood, fresh destruction,
    Learning what freedom is not, to trust another
    Who is lost, that is who he turned to, woman,

    More than defiant resistance, he is sweet
    Regret as mind betrayed no more changes,
    Bible of miracles Psychologically removed.
    Newly freed from greed, no scorched earth,

    He Claimed his new body, defiant passion gone,
    Full circle his love no desire, saved another
    Painful shock in brain, locality his home of truth
    Never in destruction, in Buddhood his story

    Saved away from cosmic fear, They grow old
    Together, find wisdom, Dharma friends,
    Justice in attitudes brought recompense
    From Poverty, sought together out of need,

    Near forest of his fear, success from solitude,
    Grasping autumn's disability in food
    Like stones, abused arthritic bond, totality,
    Grace in peaceful family, this his greatest wish,

    River of legacy, loyal marriage on June
    12th, 1982, they took their hands, slender
    In music, thus seeking light recognition
    Eyes brought with kindness to all,

    Saved in togetherness, thought never abandoned
    Immorality gone, his disease, friend in Earling,
    Found this AVM, Then his brain recovered well.
    To daughter's walk, he never lost his fear,

    Their inability to think, daughter stands, writes,
    In Japanese, her bright intelligence, the gift
    From parents. Mother rewards' man, child,
    Womanhood of truth, responsibility to work,

    Silver curls from blond hair, beauty never
    Questioned, gone is childhood. Equanimity
    Their Karma, legacy of man's deepest respect,
    Equality in fire summon. Such history reveals

    Actions, Loyalty of fatherhood, husband to wife.
    Maittreya. They are Vimalakirti, accepted
    Disability, give back what she can be,
    Finds her greatest giving in gratitude,

    Compassion of his sight, her warmth, ethically
    Now awake, he possess nothing to take!
    What is given, nothing more. Daughter
    Mother, and father, child's legacy, a vision

    Of strength in their eyes, so parents are best
    Friends, Kindness from both in nothingness,
    Born quietly, reborn children who give back,
    Testaments of his gratitude in poetry.

    Tai Shi
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  21. #171
    "The Second Coming" is a poem that was written by Irish poet W. B. Yeats in 1919, first printed in The Dial in November 1920 and included in his 1921 collection of verses Michael Robartes and the Dancer.[1] The poem uses Christian imagery regarding the Apocalypse and Second Coming to allegorically describe the atmosphere of post-war Europe.[2] It is considered a major work of modernist poetry and has been reprinted in several collections, including The Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry.[3]

    Historical context
    The poem was written in 1919 in the aftermath of the First World War[4] and the beginning of the Irish War of Independence in January 1919, which followed the Easter Rising in April 1916, and before the British government had decided to send in the Black and Tans to Ireland. Yeats used the phrase "the second birth" instead of "the Second Coming" in his first drafts.[5]

    The poem is also connected to the 1918–1919 flu pandemic. In the weeks preceding Yeats's writing of the poem, his pregnant wife, Georgie Hyde-Lees, caught the virus and was very close to death, but she survived. The highest death rates of the pandemic were among pregnant women, who in some areas had a death rate of up to 70%. Yeats wrote the poem while his wife was convalescing.[6][1]

    From the Wikipediae

    Propose To All Women and Men

    Phiazer charging vaccine
    For Life For Giving sarene
    To stop the wham is now,
    Deathe to Covid 2019, men
    Proposed that this death
    Id, Ego, Labido proposed
    Therapy we sit in propriety
    Revile then, then is now,
    Take away the evil parts.
    Take away the Plumped
    Is silently remembered for
    Real sanity, look forward
    See not, there is no dream
    Just the Now, just the duality
    Charmed away, sick others
    They won't go away we learn
    World war, this brink, Einstein
    Begged Trueman not to use
    Atom bomb, said was fear
    World destroy Japan, next
    With sticks and stones, shovels
    Hand to hand dead cast away
    Bullets in Ukraine Russians ran out
    To leave women, children, men
    In trenches, even pandemic rage
    Sill brings death, so say it's over
    Say not, we sit for world Peace,
    What more could wing of dove,
    Devolve into something terrifying.

    Why would not our members Lay
    Usuri, Priests, chant for peace,
    What we do is more questions, The
    Fool. All my life I've lived call no
    Man fool, call poets wrong to
    Improvise what, not words from
    Even the phrases and lines from the poem are used in many works, in a variety of media, such as literature, motion pictures, television, and music. Examples of works that contain significant references to "The Second Coming" Wikipedia, include: death turn in a Gayer
    Do the hideous four horsemen proceed into our need, into our greed, what is the passion of Zen, turn the people into peaceful out of stained mess, decide now each morning to be, despite our needs, live no sit now, just now just sitting on the ground, I am Tall Mountain, this is different than Lotrus, Half Lotus, Burmese for those of us who false our knees titanium, as I face metal in the side of my heat, simply fastened into my skull, forgetfulness, is not old age Brain surgery, as I read Right Temporal Lobe, grade one, Doctor Scott Vong, October 29th, 2020, day to remember surgeon stayin two things, " You can close your eyes if you want." entirely I respond, "Why, I have had three knee replacements." He said, "Nine a.m." Thinking later, "This recorded," and he will talk his way through this and they look on, later at this technique. I closed my eyes at 45 degrees, and began to count backwards; when I awoke the paper gown had been replaced by cotton drape, I knew he had tornaway to my nckedness scrubed, my parts, shaved me more than nurse had shaved me in preparation room while my wife, my best friend, watched, looked on she said with lowered voice, "I did no what to expect! Would he be gibbering idiot?" I came back into ICU neurology, talking as fast in even tones, to remeder daughter and my wife, I was impressing nurses, began talking as fast as I could to show them that I was already awakened, the grill to remember hospital, date, and place Sioux Falls, South Dakota, time when clock faced me above my bed, I had nurse remarke the time, so I said six hours later, and then remembered the clock, for sure the time of operation, I walked away when one of the doctors of my classified skeleton Ankylosing Spondylitis, said he would see me no more, so I planned my departure, went to the hospital that had saved my life so many times, I did not want to see that doctor who had plied me with so much medication that I had rammed into this woman damaging her eyes, insurance grilled me over and over, was it your fault? Of course, so I did remember Dr with Pizza Place, we ate at his place giving 40 dollars for pizza before I had to give up spinach. Now I remember all and I know surgeon speeding to his oral board examination, while with my phone I contacted Treeleaf Zendo to tell them I was alright, turned to sitting from my hospital bed so every 1/2 hour nurses entered my room and plied their questions, "Who is the president? What is the time? What is your name? What hospital?" twas then I realized they had tethered me down and twisted my neck, and opened my brain with a stay, this still makes me on the verge of tears about how close I came to losing my poetry, how even now It's hard to hold a cane, and my rights eye, just below where they opened me up, has Macular Pucker, so vision is in and out, so I could have another surgery, cutting me open as has been done many times, this time threatening my vision, and I will return to Ophthalmology LTD year after treated for infection of the eyelids, and gases with dilation, methods for my eyes, told nothing wrong, they meant to drive me away as I went to the non profit hospital because I made complaints about the rheumatologist, now I have one of the best I have ever had, thank you for finding me, treating my Myeloma, and checking me over, and once a year x ray checking me for cancer agents. I am letting the best care I have had from the Christian hospital that recognizes my right to Unitarian Universal, and Buddhism. Yes, they recognize people's right and helping them practice Muslim Religion, these people have owed nothing, keep prices low, though I have instructed ambulances to never revive me if I am dying, and I am with Tibetan Buddhists; cut me up and throw me to the bone yard, let predators have old age no old age, death no death, birth no birth, so I accept Heart Sutra about 700 years after the Buddha, in short form what I accept as death no death living right now, then not being as bones and flesh decay, my eyes turn me to end of reality, dust no dust, in bone yard of believers of the Buddha find essence of nothing, something, Thich Nhat Hanh said compost becoming flowers, I have instructed my wife to take my ashes to a flower garden because I cannot feel or think of the bone yard, simple ashes on the garden so our daughter can return and see what dad has become something beautiful, I do even want to be beautiful as I am today, old man with dignity. Let there be no World War three until I pass away and become ashes for the flowers, do you suppose that is costs as much as burial gravel to my wife $5500 and then she will have to pay taxes, nothing left, I have left $7000 to our daughter; insurance will cover my burial, and brain to Harvard Brain and Tissue Bank in Massachusetts. I want some posterity to help science, and I will hope for no stroke, nothing to keep Goge Boom from calling, or my wife to allow the harvest of my brain which will be interesting, if they can see I have made near full recovery from my brain surgery because Buddhist Soto Zen, I will remain in the flower garden not the boneyard, as my evening Gatha says, Life and Death are of Supreme importance, life and death, life and death importance, death no death, old age, no old age. All, no All. CRT that is.

    Tai Shi
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  22. #172
    Soon Spring Come Again

    Crocuses bloom in spots
    With purple spring dots
    Rising to sky lower than not
    Without which spring is sought
    Slowly was another shoulder
    Of the lover in flowers that another
    Wept upon, with Buddha weight,
    Belief seeking to water sight,
    To be in winter rolling out today
    Beautiful and great, slow with staying
    Power the purple flowers create
    Some wistfully, some to raise
    Sun into morning sky to climb
    Above statues of serenity, devised,
    To make my garden of the day,
    To be with springtime yellow sun,
    Another chasseing, winter gone
    Still, yet hope become our song
    That melts away, away always
    To reveal other florals, tulips
    With red, yellow, roses, buds
    Just beginning, spring heralded
    Time unrolled to see spring life
    That should be beautiful soon
    As brown be gone to soft days
    Of March life just beginning,
    Another wise thought remaining
    Wisdom, ideas, community
    With white bright frost, delight
    Slowly earth undone witnessing
    The end of harshness, until warmth
    Remembered dahlias, green trees
    Our sight as squirrels play among
    Buds with clouds above unfurled,
    Yet snow our Spring song, another
    Storm brewing, flakes falling
    At three a.m. to cover drifts in time
    To let sun for morning, but storm
    Raise above night, weighing flakes
    Already strewn to crusts, mountain
    Sides, where have flowers gone, ice?
    Slowly will wind subside, revealing
    Buds, hope, and simple brown earth
    Underneath melting, simple days
    Of sun and clouds, blue skies done
    Wisps of possibilities, grown slim
    Soon to give forth some floral
    Sentiments as in garden of delight
    Children will play around trees
    To see days grown, spring revieved.
    Today to Shikantaza quiet, or busy
    Serene mind, reality relieved.

    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
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  23. #173
    My wife says that I am just a guy, not to dwell on Ancient History, so I MUSTY say you are the most important writers here, and I only provide examples of WhAT IS possible so pay attention yes to others who write here like Jishon they are all important for I am just a guy, so please write anything you want{good taste}here please everyone come on in water's fine._/|\_
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  24. #174
    Quote Originally Posted by Tai Shi View Post
    My wife says that I am just a guy, not to dwell on Ancient History, so I MUSTY say you are the most important writers here, and I only provide examples of WhAT IS possible so pay attention yes to others who write here like Jishon they are all important for I am just a guy, so please write anything you want{good taste}here please everyone come on in water's fine._/|\_
    Everyone is "just a guy," Tai Shi, and everyone is also unique and sacred, the only "that guy" in the universe.

    Likewise for every person, thing and moment ... each unique and sacred.

    Gassho, Jundo


  25. #175
    Thank you Jundo, still, everyone who wants to write poetry any kind of poetry positive in any way can be a writer of Poetry, and thank you Jundo for thinking of us, for letting those of us who write poetry formal or informal come here to write, and thank you for those of us with disabilities be here as lay, as usuri, or as Priest, thank you from one who is Ubasoku and this I never expected except you helped someone send me a finished rakusu and, thus, my meditation for so long as I am Buddhist and longer, thank you everyone, come here and publish your free, or formal poems. Thank you Jundo for thinking of us.
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  26. #176
    Spring Circles

    Unique singing?
    Serious, undone
    Clear lasting rain
    Thich Nhat Hanh
    To become dome
    Of useful, sight,
    Trees circle land,
    Computer, earth,
    Cloud, rain, flower
    Hands reach stink
    Compost, wood,
    Paper, ink on paper.
    Infinitive thoughts,
    Dawn, prepare,
    Cook's rising sun
    Cook be present
    Rice, vegetables,
    Sing brown rice,
    Carrots, Cabbage.
    Place in vacuous
    Universe. Stars
    Behind blue, then

    Tai Shi
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  27. #177
    Flame Poetry

    Here is open flame
    Flame pit here poetry
    Here flash of lightning

    Electric fire, electric furnace.
    This our white news,
    This poetry of strife our due,

    Earth below, star at evening,
    Morning, rising twelve hours later.
    Poem at earth, words of delight.

    sat/ lah
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  28. #178
    Note, all poetry written or posted here remains copyright of the poet. Rules, appropriate laws apply that if your poetry has your name on it is your property, copyright laws apply. Poems must be excerpts of others poetry, noted source, and public, or noted as in MLA, and your poetry remains your poetry property for up to and more than 70- years. Treeleaf Zendo does not pay for poetry written and/or posted here.
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  29. #179
    Ukrainian War

    "Engaged in Fierce Battle"

    Songs starved freedom
    Stings as one who gave
    Sacrifice. Binding
    Wounds, hot winds

    Terrified of bombs, of death
    Incendiary, fire from sky
    Let children cry, cared for
    In arms of love, not hate.

    Women holding men,
    Old in blight of death;
    Many nursing blood
    Some tears dropped

    In sadness, grief songs
    If weeping, forgive,
    Missions of grief; restore
    Oder, Trees hammered

    Let Buddhas past,
    Present or future
    Solve moral questions,
    Written in Precepts,

    Suggestions govern
    Acts of violence silently
    Not listened, calligraphy
    Scrawled In conscious mind,

    Order of clay tablets
    Morality seldom handed
    Written in papyrus. Rice
    Paper gives no vision

    Of Humankind's Child
    In Eden of blight, always
    Flowering hate. Everlastingly,
    In time of smashed atoms

    If silence speaks, uttered
    Beneath thorny days
    Night's reign of terror
    Leave us be streaked

    Mind Of red. Serenity's
    Peace, never Life
    If sitting nine years
    Be walls of divinity

    Sold in slavery. Lives gone
    Being uttered in dying
    Silence, some lies
    Eventually spoken,

    See through flames
    Uncontrolled shirt
    Of fire binding bodies.
    Nurses tending wounds,

    All watch wraiths descend.
    Witnesses then warmth gone
    Created salves of Healing
    Final resolution in blood.

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  30. #180
    We Completed Zazen Shikantaza.
    8:00 a.m. Central
    All are invited.
    Tai Shi
    Speak to me if you would like more information.
    Deep bows
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  31. #181
    There are three loves
    Two past loved too much
    One grasped, then sent
    Away, we were 20, we
    Were angry for the sweater
    She gave; did not knit
    Me, her bathing suit, her
    Towel, The second beer
    And drugs, stein clay
    Original, from Germany,
    In there was on long ago
    Did she know if it was
    My child, or no child?
    I never knew, then
    There is this fimal. She
    I have dedicated my life
    Too, also, Oh, given my
    Forty-four years, that
    Little apartment in Iowa
    City, that rustic apartment
    In Iowa City, you gave me
    All, I gave you part which
    I thought was all, I had
    Been hurt, three times before,
    But you did I count
    One who was only brief
    She could not study
    She left our college,
    Enamored of scintillating
    Situation, then you,
    Ours was with even
    A priest, ordered
    From your mother
    Your plod, plod, plod
    To altars of choice,
    Signed our document
    We had passed two bloody
    Blood tests, we traveled
    That summer to Ship Rock,
    New Mexico, seventh
    Sacred mountain of Navajo,
    Though I drank on res,
    I lost pictures, all but one
    Of Maroon Bells, after
    Sobriety, it was just one
    Year, you gave your body
    Fully for our child, she gave
    My all for your complete
    To us, three, you gave
    Our family, I had new
    Family, I was orphaned
    You had orphanage,
    We two lost spirits
    Had lost our way, I wept
    For you, for myself,
    Your rejections of Gods,
    Your mother's death, me
    With cloak of majesty, my
    Friend failed, said heaven
    Explained, I taught
    Purgatoire was your myth,
    Your thought no checked
    References, mother wrong
    Most we took in old age
    After love's sport was
    Just haze, we played
    If our game taught us
    One thing, how committed
    We are in old age, forty-one
    Years two months away from
    Your God of rejection
    I am the same never sure
    Again, what we found
    Deep everlasting reverence
    For commitment, life of love
    Our abode, our abode
    Never did you attack me
    We nor them have you
    Desired, house with wood
    Francine envied our life,
    Our commitment of love
    My Buddhism I pray let
    My disease, not make
    Me crippled, work, work
    To ease my back so that
    You and me, can pass
    Our 80th year, you three
    Years behind, I will always
    Wait for you, always
    Wait for you, though heat
    For you is cold for me,
    Our new furnace installed
    Coming Saturday, gift
    For me in my cold room
    How I have come to love you,
    I am seventy-two, why so long
    Why did it take so long, why
    Do we part, you deny years
    If sport, except found
    Morality in Buddhist precepts,
    Our majesty, explained, found
    True love, eternally we
    Accept Buddhist heaven,
    This our love eternally.
    Deepest bows
    Sat yesterday
    Nor 23 hours
    !/2 ago, I am found
    My Priesthood, she is
    My second place
    Devotion passed
    For Ubasoku, another
    Day will bring
    Another sting, sting
    Let us run, run
    To make old sol fire
    Upon flood, polar bear,
    Kindness we found
    Only in each other.

    Great bows
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    Peaceful Poetry, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, always supportive, 台 婆 smiling and free.

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