Best Chi Poems


Premium Member Pigeon Tai Chi

Park of unfenced wildness
          densely packed in light infused summer
city folk beat paths of free spirited essence

park pigeons squat, survey seniors
                                    in the grip of Tai Chi
                                    to seize a different footing
                                    orchestrated movement

Pigeons in an uncertain watch
                wait
                anticipating 
                trusting park folk to feed them
                then launch in a flap fury of wings and cooing
to seniors' arms extended, open palms
    Tai Chi posing
    a tableau of food (mis-read)
    open handed offerings?
    absent

bird swarmed,
         seniors shriek as in a Hitchcock film
                        their eroded routine
          wellness check thwarted
push back 'gainst a flock, 
                    shadowboxing the open air

seniors scatter 
              take flight in leaps fearful like space walk wandering
              re-kindled voltage like lost sex energy lit
              spectacle, in bird-winged fear
              when movement's no longer the quiet order
              we control






Poems composed July 13/2022

Premium Member A Chi Beyond

Arising from that which one view is pit
A distant seed close Ye appear Star
An Infinity for together though forever apart
A pictured path clear, still remains dark 
This be Ye one true Yin and Ye one true Yang


The pendulum true, does swing back and forth.
Observational circumference silent at poles center
Breathing in, breathing out
Universal, universes be
I Am

Chi Rho

can we become better than we are 
to be our brother's keeper, complete
allow all else to fall by the way
silent and constant is always strong
words and action only speak so long
my suffering is nothing compared
to the innocent, to the guilty

at the center of the universe you will not find me

perfection finds fulfillment in love
true martyrs pray for their enemies
there is no fear of death, only joy
a secret kept for the simple mind
and the heart incapable of guile
guilt is counterfeit and indulgent
conviction draws us back to center

there is no distance between us and God

justice only finds fullness in death
the eternal embrace reveals truth
letting that which is higher defend
granted mercy, we ask for justice
can we find change in repetition
progress precluded, madness defined
freedom is to will God's will to all
© Luke Hobbs  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Spikie the Pom-Chi

This is a true story about our puppy Spikie who lives with
us and is our mascot on our farm...........


There once was a puppy named Spikie

His wishes were some what unlikely

He wanted to Guard

But left in the yard

At Five inches his height was unsightly






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By Sharon Ruebel

Chi Town Blues

Stop what your doin , baby lets go ..stop what your doin ..baby lets go 
give me that ..stop what your doing .. give me that Chicago piano ......

Chicago pizza 
the Cubs 
The hot dogs 
Chicago love

Stop what your doing , baby lets go ...  Chicago Sax
Lets go baby .. Don't you wanna go to Chicago. going I'm going I'm going 

Chicago Oprah
a slice of Chicago style
Chicago Gangsters
O'Hara airport, Lake Michigan

 Lets take it real slow , baby take me to Chicago
I'm going I'm going,  we're going ,

Chicago Blues
Chicago traffic
Chicago Wax museum 
Chicago state of mind 


Stop what your doing ..baby lets go.. Stop right now, Chicago Guitar....Give me that guitar 

Take me baby slow to Chicago ...going , I'm going don't ya know 
I'm going , I'm going,  going to Chicago..

R. Kelley Chicago, trapped in the closet new and old
Old Chicago ,new Chicago
The Chicago I know, baby lets go
Chicago we should go ..stop what your doing and take me down , down,  down 

take it real slow , going to Chicago .

Chi-Town's Cry {pt. 1}

Ppl aroun my age disgust me
All dey kno is $, guns, appearance & Frontin
Fightin, wolfn & cussn
Outside w/no house trainin like dey mama aint tawt em nun
Dey jus show dey butts 2 c who lookin
& neva think bout da outcome, dats y so many lives r tooken
Ppl aroundmy age luv frontn
talkn bout dey getn $ & dey got haters wen dey aint got nun
not even that lil piece of hope (a diploma) 2 allow dey self 2 b sumn
but naw dey wana hang wit dey "buddies"
wen 1/2 gon be buried 3ft deep on top of sumbody
and tha otha 1/2 gon b sumbody's punk (evrybody dont get lucky)
Ppl aroun my age always wonder y
Y dey cant have dis n dat like da next guy
Failin 2 realize u gotta try
Nothin is givn less ya work 4 it while ya knees 2 da dirt
fingertips 2 ya chin n ya eyes 2 da sky
Ima give tha world my heart b4 i die
I want a change so it starts w/me
I cant do it alone so Ima need u 2 b like twitter n follow me
I want u 2 kno wat goin on nside
I want da world 2 hear Chi-town's Cry


Chilly Chi

CHILLY CHI
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
29 October, 2014




                     Chilly chi had a blackish pearl she named it Winglow
                       One night she saw a piggie followed by her beau
                                    Chilly chi spilled the thunder
                                      Cut her pearl-bag asunder
               Could not cast pearl before swine because she broke her toe

Written Sitting On the Front Lawn of Lambda Chi Alpha In 2012

To have lived from the sensuous eye
Whose sight reflects all the seen that's not, 
Enchanted by gates of which thy heart abides
Life's howling western winds -- stop not!
Foreign familiar faces that once awoke
Stirred inner paths embarked upon
Before, yet the same on looking road,
Built on memories so dearly held to bone --
Oh Time! Thou careless roaming tyrant,
Puppet master, up pulling Night from Day
My fountain of youth I see retiring!
Past I's thou mouldest and hath Shaped.

Chi - Rho In the Book of Kells

CHI - RHO    IN  THE  BOOK OF KELLS 


A millennium and more since it left the Scottish shore,
Chi -Rho  Christ’s name 
Swirling  in an anaesthetising trance induces
The soul-memory  back  to an  isle,
Called Lorn settled by St. Columba and twelve.

Fleeing battle to Kells abbey and to beehive cells
From treeless Iona where Scotland’s fingers 
Are first  touched  by the Atlantic combers  -
These first saints, touched by the spirit of the 
Beatific vision slanting through beehive window slits,  
Imagined that eternity : and each day created a vision 
In the eternity of their loneliness  and isolation  -  
Passing a lifetime bringing a second beginning
And illuminating our darkness.

Color alchemists turning orpiment  to yellow,
Spirit alchemy distilling green verdigris from copper,
Drying  woad for blue powder  -
Celtic face-paint in the name of battle;  and decoration 
In the name of  Christ.

.........................................

I'm afraid  this poem might seem a bit esoteric.  It deals with the physical and philosophical evolution of the famous Book of Kells in Ireland.  Perhaps the most beautiful and profoundly moving page is called Chi-Rho. For believers, this book ranks as probably the closest you can get to the word of God.

Tai-Chi For Better Balance

Today I practiced
tai-chi in front of a mirror
with a dozen beginners my age.
I didn't apologize
as I thought I might.
Strange
to pick out the
reflexively familiar.
Icon I,
seen from the outside.
Some of us
would have commanded
with angry eyes
if rumples were smoothed
but now we listen.
They lined up like this
in many old photographs of
unsymmetric faces
unceremonious bodies,
dignities clinginging to fact.

The Chi City Blues

the blogger
is the wretched chicken
laying an asteroid.


the city dweller
is the self identifying
contagious forlorn.


he strives 
for the praise.
he strives 
for a masterpiece.


he is
in fact
a ruffian. 


the breasts 
of equality
the jaw of
rebellion.
the revolutionary
spark plug.


the YES MAN!


in this world,
when you are left to the bone.
no one wants to hear your
********. 
the bull*****baths
of selfless,
powerless,
diminishment
of a character.


they would always
rather have the hero.
the self rising dough. 
the collegiate fortune hunter. 


they say "JUMP!
misery will pull you down!"
way down.


the feel of a fine wine glass.
you hold its hollow delicateness. 
the heart.


contract and expand.
up and down we go.
from filth to pristine sterility. 


'tis better to have a hen tomorrow
than an egg today.
© Amra Cau  Create an image from this poem.

Chihuahua

Mr Chi they call me
I'm the boss you see

I maybe small 
But I feel 10 feet tall

I sleep all day and night too
Every little noise I'll alert you 

Hear that cat a mile away
Love to chase it and play

Other dogs how dare they be 
I'm a proper dog can't they see

Internal clock says it's walkies time 
Nose is ready to smell things devine

Love my food could eat all day
Overweight, I heard the vet say

Love my mum to bits
Protect and guard her wherever she sits

I'm a little stubborn so they say
Only do things my way

Tummy tickles my favourite thing
Doggy heaven it sends me in

Biggest bark you will ever hear
O yes did I say I like beer 

I'm a Chihuahua through and through 
Loving, loyal, and playful too

Back to sleep it's been a while
Mr Chi will make you smile

Dark Chi Manipulation

Heat warmer then death,

Moment out weight hours, 

Tone Beast aware of night,

Sound waves unique of aura,

Sense of beginning higher then usually,

Tone Beast aware of night,

Sight fully of rage,

Heightening to engage,

Is power power with hand or pen,

What make for weapon, 

What make for a fighter,

Tone Beast aware of night.

Fib: Oh Not Chi

All
souls
join minds
as one thought
of togetherness
celebrating our time as one
spieces of humans
bound by our 
lives on 
Earth
We
should 
think it 
possible
finding peace within
conjoining of beautiful souls
on this planet all call home through our seperate journeys
upon waves described as our lives
with time limited
transcending
human 
thought

Chi-Town's Cry {pt. 2}

1 shot 2 shot 3 shot BANG!
Im tired of seein so many of my peers slain
bout a week ago my lil cousin got jumpd
Cudve lost her life wit 2 mo blows 2 da head but 4 wat?
News casting of more & more deaths in chicago
I thawt we were a ppl
where did da love go?
Yung, i mean yung black men & women losin their lives
Nobody has da rite 2 take sum1s life
Gang violence
stupid stuff
Wateva hap'n 2 natural causes & freak accidents?
Dis irresponsible & reckless bull crap
Im tired of dis
So many ppl can still b here 2day blessn us w/their presence
Dey say da past is da past but its now becomin da present
We're letn em win
Cuz we're takin each otha out makin it e-zr 4 dem
Yes i do cry when i hear dat a child has died
I cant describe da pain i have nside
Im so sick of funerals & each time it rain
It's jus God informn me dat he's disappointed once again
Classmates Cousins Ppl I've met once Ppl I need
Have lifeless bodies cuz of stupidity n-v $ greed
Wat is dis place ive been brawt up n
Suburbs have less opportunities den tha city now
how dat hapn?
Dey telln ppl not 2 cum 2 their hood
But dey can go where dey plz n its all gud
I think dats sum bull
nobody gon tell me where i can & cant visit
Sad part is goin where ur not wanted can cost ur life
& we cant even have fun 2getha not even family cuz its always a fight
Sis' w/ no bros Moms wit no son
We thawt it was over but it had jus begun
So @ nite w/my knees 2 da ground, fingertips 2 my chin & eyes 2 da sky
I pray 2 God dat da world can hear Chi-Town's Cry

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