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My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Ode on a Japanese Commode

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"

Roy Jerden
Previous Contest Sept 1, 2013 - Any Poem Goes
Free-for-all contest


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A Japanese Garden

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

Yenti


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Oryzias latipes, Japanese rice fish

in aquarium
hibernated little fish
longing for spring


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First Japanese Imports

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.


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The Japanese Muscle Or The Breakdown Lane

Abandoned on the side of the road, a Japanese Muscle sits silently, in the breakdown lane
A passerby happens to notice the car just sitting there
No note, and any identification anywhere to know who's car it belonged to
There were no keys in the ignition, or anywhere in the car

The passerby decides to see if the door would open, and it did, as the door was unlocked
So, she decided to get in the car and see what she could make of it
Suddenly, the door closes on its own and the door locks, on its own
Frightened, the girl pulls on the door handle, but the door wouldn't open, as it was locked

There was no lock on the inside of the Japanese Muscle, but only the outside.
The car starts up on its own and starts speeding down the road, doing well over 130mph
The girl screams and pleads for the car to stop
The Japanese Muscle keeps speeding and the speed increases

The Japanese Muscle whips around the corners, into oncoming traffic
Car's horns blowing, and other cars crashing into poles, homes and other cars
Gripping onto the seat, the girl holds on for dear life
The Japanese Muscle just keeps whipping through the traffic, as if no cars were on the road

The girl pleads for the Japanese Muscle to stop, but it just keeps going
Whipping into oncoming traffic again, there's a truck heading straight toward the Japanese Muscle
No chance to avoid the car, the truck rams into the Japanese Muscle, full force
The impact instantly kills the driver of the truck and the girl in the Japanese Muscle

Mysteriously, there wasn't any single damage done to the Japanese Muscle
The car door opens up and the girl's dead body falls out, as if being pushed out
The Japanese Muscle drives off into the night to go back to its original spot
Parking in its original breakdown lane spot, the Japanese Muscle silently awaits for the next passerby(s) to come


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The Monastary / Japanese Alps 2008

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
Pilgrims all.

Monks diminutive in form,
draped in square clothes 
of sacred orange, bow.
Prayer hands copped over beating hearts.
Business begins.
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; 
they walk.


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Celebrating (Japanese Tanka)

Anticipating
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.


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Untitled #205 / Mexican-American Japanese Wasabi chef

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!