Ginseng Poems

Haiku Moments 2

#cherryblossoms

no more cherry blooms
but now hens and chicks tell me
time never slows down

#lotus #tanka

from mud the lotus
rises to meet air and sun
its blossom follows
the path the lotus has honed
in wisdom showing the way

#ginseng

another year older
memories molder~
buying ginseng tea

#pagoda #cinquain 

ancient
the pagoda
keeps its place within time
and cherry blossoms unchanging 
it sits

#bonsai

how many generations 
have cared for you
now shall I

#geisha

moon light shadows
and the rustle of silk
geisha 

# samurai

daughter of the samurai*
your story still carries to us
in the song of the wind

*The daughter of the samurai Jo no Sukemori, Hangaku Gozen raised an army in 1201 to help overthrow the Kamakura Shogunate, but was defeated and sent to Kamakura for execution. The Minamoto warrior Asari Yoo saved her life and married her.

Green Gardens

Green Gardens 
Always with gratitude 
Remain grounded 
A place to gather 
Green Gardens 
Colorful glaciers 
Gold hue’s glow 
Humble with grace 
Above with glory 
A geometric gift 
Welcome as a guest 
Relax with ginseng tea 
Be grateful to the 
Past the horizon agaze 
No grief to the grave 
Beautiful green gardens 
Be one with God

Backyard Sunshine Poem 3010 In Shades Of Pink And Green

Mom, Happy Thanksgiving 
Wishing You Were Here
A Tree Grows In The 18th Spot
With The 18th Tear That I Shed 
I Stop On 18th Street
To Sing A Song 
That Is 18 Minutes Long
18 Memories Come To My Head Out Of Nowhere
Then I Turn 18 Again
And I Rename MySelf Benjamin Button
When Some Stranger Named Paul,
Who Dwells In A Hard Castle On Avenue 19,
Plays A Nostalgic Tune Of Glorius Therapeutic Effervescence,
I Will Be At Your Burial Site With Flowers ?? For You
I Will Treasure The Memories In Tributary Showers For You
Without You Here, I Will Always Be Alone
Still Searching For Replacements But Failing Instantaneously 
My Love And Appreciation For You Has No Expiration Date And Will AllWays Be A HolyDay EveryDay In Every Way More And More Each Day In Every Phase Like A Metaphorical Phase That Confuses Me With Similes, HowEver, I Still Find A Way Via Ginseng Vibes Of SunShine Inspiration Thanks Wholly To You......
I Miss You And Love You, M.O.M. (Mother Of Marty) Like The Purification Of Simplicity's Kindred Spirit In Its Maternal Essence 
Keep Resting Easy........Love Infinity........

Beauty Conscious

We want to look young
Ginseng for anti-aging
Flower that sprung.

The Thunder Birds of West Virginia

If you follow an oxycontin mule into the woods
it may lead you nowhere,
and that is where you may stumble upon
a flying beast so rare
that it exists only on the edge of itself.

The Cherokee name them Thunder Birds,
pterodactyls for sure,
their large leathery hides loop and swoop.
Rarely are they found nesting,
but are said to be everlasting.

O West Virginia, land of the hoped for
and the hopeless,
we honor your ginseng farms,
your fields of pot, but forget you not
the beasts that seek your moonshine
by the light of ancient eyes,
they often surprise us –

quite a lot actually.

Framing the Case

gargoyles and ginseng
    ukeleles and eucharists
  poinsettias and pancreases
    Thracians and Thermopylaes

  all of the above, some of the above
    one of the above, none of the above ~
  everything, something, one thing, no
    thing in common with Brahman
      Brahmin
       Bar Man
           or
        Bra-Man

Moth-Man

He sleeps in a straw motel at the top of an empty stairwell,
at night Moth-Man crouches upon a bridge
as silent as stone.

If you follow an oxycontin mule into the woods
it may lead you nowhere,
it is there that you may stumble upon him.
The Cherokee flee before him.

O West Virginia, land of the hoped for
and the hopeless,
we honor your ginseng farms,
your fields of pot, but forget you not
the legendary Moth-Man,
he who flies
as a bat-like shadow
across your moonshine.
© 3 hours ago

Legend

The mine drowned the holler,
many reallocated
to trailer parks along the Interstate.

The school dwindled,
ran out of children
became a garage for dead trucks,
then a beer barn, then a Meth lab,
bubbling feuds resurfaced -
shotguns aimed at open secrets.

Oxycontin mules crisscrossed cricks.
After the sheriff left with a bag of money
the missing went unreported.

The ‘Craft’
(a legend as ancient as flint arrowheads),
emerged from clapboard covens
ginseng and moonshine were sacrificed
for white powder.

Glocks flourished among the Hummel’s.
Traditions persisted
like red paint on wooden signs.

An outbreak of opaque cottage industries,
led to skins inked with blood oaths.

Old women retreated into the mountains
with their recipes.

Spirals of distant smoke
rose from iron cooking pots,
no one spoke of the children.

Vitamin Freak

      BIG  SALE

Oh, I better buy more!

Drove by the vitamin store,

Crowds all around the corner!

All wanting to be well.

Vitamins for skin, circulation 

Let's not forget stomach flora!

For those whose senior moments, 

Are coming way too soon.

Ginseng and Guarana are a must have.

COQ 10 in energy for each cell.

Vitamin D a must!

If you want to avoid Covid?
No, not joking.
Science on D is really smoking

Well, time my time to lay out the money.

Some scoff at those doing things
this way!

Want you to know, I think, you are
blessed to live your life, the way you choose, 
Never, never how others say!

                      
                      7/11/2021
                        ~ I~

Charley

Charley

In Carolina a young man’s journey began.
Today in Mississippi was it’s end.
Dressed in the best he had, 
they returned an old man to the ground;
in the shade of a white oak,
Ginseng berries all around.

His was a tale of pain and woe.
His brother lost at Perryville, the greatest blow.
In ’65 alone  forty miles to LaGrange,
his loyalty to the Union to arrange.

Years rolled on, wives to wed,
wives to die ,
Seventeen children came and went.
The last, my grandpa, an unexpected event.

At the end, his mind gone, to the woods he would take,
Seeking confederates long dead.
While his withering body gives way to the deepest ache.
His wish for the sweet rest that lay ahead.
His lonely trek soon to be over,
His mind, his soul, seeking closure.

Now generations have heard the story 
Of a long dead wight, who still in the
darkness of the night,
calls out brother, my brother,
 to see you again gladly I cross over.

One With Nature

Get me away from menacing pollution and noise.
Get me away from vehicles, buildings and man-made toys
Get me away from news media and make-believe attractions 
Get me away from those who talk but say nothing.

Take me where Nature hides above the mountains and the forest
Take me where nature ask for nothing but provides peace and solitude
Take me where the shadows hide beneath the canopies of vibrant trees
Take me to where the Lichen, ferns, wildflowers and meadows dwell

Show me where bears, raccoons and deer reside so I can be renewed
Show me the trees that absorb carbon dioxide to make more wood
Show me the forest floor where countless leaves rejuvenate the earth
Show me the medicinal herbs like Ginseng, goldenseal and cohosh

Let me breath the air of the forest and smell its clean breath
Let me hear the mysterious sounds I have so long ago forgotten
Let me listen to my thoughts without the  tumult of the city
Let me hear the peacefulness and tranquility of the woods so that  

I may once again be one with Nature.

Malaysia Long Ago

stars,
above swirling dark,
in sky drained of color,
below,
sprawling Asia,
spread out in a carpet,
of billboards and humanity.
watching it all from the world's largest tower,
feeling like a king in a secondhand sky,
now walking among streets, stalls, and stooped shoulders,
inhaling foreign vapors.
smoke from cheap cigarettes drift down,
to mingle with scents from open gutters,
fecund and flowing,
past medicine shops of tiger teeth,
and ginseng root.
stopping at a rusted fence,
marking neglected graves tilted,
borders to a rotting mansion,
colonial memories of plague and accident.
further on, the well lit ship,
clean and efficient,
up the gangway to the duty,
crisp in his ice cream suit,
down to the well deck,
amber lit and heavy in humid air,
peering down at armored beetles,
emitting odors of oil and exhaust,
cordite and purpose,
and briefly catch a sad sentiment,
fluttered in night air above,
of what was and what could be,
lost in blood, power and tribal lust,
our racial fait accompli,
and draw back from thoughts such as these,
and let it fly away.

Tweak

A lady at a window writing, 
measuring her words with strict precision. 
She takes a sip of ginseng tea 
to fuel her imagination. 
Memories go drifting by - a brother 
playing basketball, the softness 
of a springtime rain, the anger 
of an autumn sky, a flash, 
and thunder rumbling. 
Sights, smells and sounds 
are grist to her mill. Nothing spoils 
her view until her best attempt is done, 
but still dissatisfied she tweaks 
and fiddles, substitutes a weak word 
for a stronger one. At last content 
she sets aside her pen.

Apples and Green Tea

all i need to comfort me
is an apple and some green tea
and a tablespoon of honey
mixed with some ginseng

a bright blue sky overhead
shaded by sycamore trees
classic literature in hand
and just the air that i breathe

i don't mind my world's on fire
or your heated blade pressed into my back
i don't mind the verbal onslaught
of your venemous personal attack

you got what you wanted
now i just ask that you go away
i've got a tale of two cities
and a bright blue saturday

i'll wait to pick up the pieces
of the shattered life you left behind
and i'll trade in my apples and green tea
for an endless chalice of blueberry wine

and i'll drink to drown you out
until you're just a faded memory

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i'm done feeling miserable. i'm done grieving. and while i don't have to like it, i 
have accepted the divorce. and maybe somewhere deep inside of me, i wanted 
this as well. between friends, family, co-workers, the soup, art, yoga, music 
and just hiking the state parks - i am having a blast while my entire world is 
crumbling around me, making way for the new.

thanks for the continued support.

love & light to you all, brothers & sisters.

- aaron

Love Potion

I have tried
casting a spell on you
I don't know
what else a mere mortal can do...

Love potion
boil and bubble
poison darts
toil and trouble...

Red laced apples
caffeinated coffee
non-caffeinated
pinch of rosemary
9 oz sweet red wine
1 ginseng root...

Goddess of love
hear my plea
let her fall in love
and so desire me...

My love philtre
will enchant her
it will pomp her
my love potion...

9 red rose petals
3 almonds
9 clovers
9 drops of vanilla extract..

My true love
her face I not yet see
come my love
so it shall be..

Eye of newt
stew and brew
9 basil leaves
count to seven
all good children
go to heaven..

The cow
jumps over the moon...

My love potion
boil and bubble
"poof!"
takes away all
my troubles!
~ ~ ~

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