Sorrow August Poems

Being stuck in the past
Life passes so fast
Days go by
Seems to fly
Sometimes I wonder where the days all went
Was it time well spent
When I am...

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In Autumn's mournful grasp, the tree does weep,
Its leaves, once vibrant, are now in slumber deep.
Each tear, a drop of amber sorrow shed,
A tapestry of...

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Beyond the mourning of bereavement

Today marks fourth anniversary of tragic deaths
an aching breaking heart – mine
remembers four extinguished breaths.

(dashed – not while riding off
in a...

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In shadows deep, where sorrow resides,
A plea emerges, where hope subsides.
Oh, grant me wings, to soar once more,
And lift me high, where spirits adore.

I weep,...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU XII

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

Both victor and vanquished are dewdrops:
flashes of light
briefly illuminating the void.
—Ouchi...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU XI

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

Above the garden
the camellia tree blossoms
whitely...
—Uejima Onitsura, loose translation by Michael...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU X

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

Forbearing the night
with its growing brilliance: 
the summer moon.
—Tsukioka Yooshi (1839-1892)...

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Rising up over your fears,
Swimming through your private river of tears 
The path sometimes seemed so steep
Relying on the strength that is hiding so deep.
Trying...

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Stomach-wrenching body blows dog those 
blighted by endemic fiasco,,
grim dervish whirl of death a maybe one day royal flush,
predicament that hoodoo mark in frozen ink,
cataclysmic...

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Thinking about you and the world outside,out of wilderness of despair, setting sail like a castaway, praying to find a better day. Being rescued by...

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Inapropos trois faux pas jokingly blurted out...

yesterday August 30th, 2022.

The following fictitious account
predicated upon words spilling
out me mouth before taking time
to think through how sarcastic...

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rays deviation
gathered in the sorrow of flowers, smiles
falling asleep on the blood moon, honey
glued on the lines of the palms,
hearts
that flow like sand from the...

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In that late August morning
millions of eyes were crying
for the death of their king...
they longed for his voice that was beyond thrilling!
Elvis' life suddenly ended...

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Good morning everyone, I thought i share a poem i wrote not long ago.  I had written a poem aquill then i headed to...

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House hunting

 
 I´m looking for a flat in a small market town nearby.
The lady showing me around ought to wear a chador.
One of the...

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