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Thou still unflushed queen of whiteness,
Thou wonder-child of science so sublime,
Porcelain goddess, who canst thus express
Scatology more sweetly than our rhyme:
What nether-laved pleasure haunts about thy shape
Of ablutions or massages, or of both,
In Nippon or the plains of Muskogee?
What heated seats are these? What options loth?
What aqueous play! No struggle to escape.
What pipes and blowers! What wild ecstasy!
Memories of our trip to Japan..
With apologies to the ghost of John Keats
"Ode on a Grecian Urn"
Previous Contest Sept 1, 2013 - Any Poem Goes
I found a garden waiting for me
Laid out as my life should be
The reality became quite blurred
In the garden a flock of birds
Showing me what things were for
I asked them to fly or show me more
All but one took to the air
To move one grain here wasn't fair
The Toki stood just to one side
In perfection nothing to hide
It told me of stories from overseas
Could you talk of me? I asked it "please"?
Your journey here is plain to see
I am not real, I live in eternity
Please hold my mind for all that be
Call my friends to walk and visit me
Toki called my friends from everywhere
As birds a noisy flock they appeared
Footprints again from those that cared
Why do they come, to visit and share?
The Toki seemed to laugh at my plight
Stay, Oh Stay, please don't take flight
At this he shook as if laughing so
You take your friends where ever you go
Then let them see the things I see
The peace here and other places that be
This garden will focus their minds
On the inside that always shines
At this the footprints in the sand
Beautiful shapes from other lands
I was awestruck at the ones I could see
Prints left in white sand by you and me
We whispered of all the things we knew
Then of hurts and fears filling us anew
There in the garden it was safe you see
There to tell all of the things that be
This was a glimpse the Toki said
Of eternity and the things we dread
Once you have faced all these fears
Love is there for the rest of your years
Remember that all you have to do
In the future to talk, with me or you
Is to think of us as free spirits all
Just whisper my name no need to call
hibernated little fish
longing for spring
Remember those first imports from Japan?
It seems they were all built for a small man.
Well, the times have changed.
Things are rearranged.
Japan’s building them as big as they can.
Incense hung in the evening air
like the mist and the chains of prayer cranes.
Ferocious gilded guardian framed the gate
through the aged arched travelers trooped
Monks diminutive in form,
draped in square clothes
of sacred orange, bow.
Prayer hands copped over beating hearts.
The business of lodging and lodgers.
The entrance holds the footwear of the prayerful;
worn, unkempt, yet colorful.
Inside the shrine futons fly to ta tami floors.
Teapots boil whistling in the mist soaked wind.
Coins clink into altar boxes before smiling Buddha’s.
Courtyards filled with fall blossoms of crimson mums.
Persimmon colored koi swim in small prayer ponds.
The bustle of the small alpine city does not intrude,
nor follow the faithful as into the moss covered
cemetery with its red cedar groves;
A special Celebration
Going to Tulsa
Celebrate with twin sister
Our birthday celebration.
Trying out another new style from our friend Joseph Spence.
In celebration of my 50th birthday. August 31-2007. I Will be out of
town for a few days. Going to Oklahoma.
rising blood red sun -
spatters mount Fuji as
whalers fly flag
I wrote this poem to try to write what a country's flag might
represent to an individual. I love whales and dolphins so this
is what it represents to me.
The special Mexican-American Japanese Wasabi chef
“It’s my first day on the job
pretty good for a first time, eh?”
“Well, not really his first day”
Hah! He had us all fooled!
He deserves a big tip!