Iii Poems

Lasting Beauty III

 lasting beauty is the fervent , blue pebble
 like the feathery greenery.

A Triad of Tanka III

Young children should grow

Straight upright, honest and strong

As giant bamboo.

We shall take them to Kyoto...

There to know contemplation.
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Filtered beams pausing

Deep inside Sagano's groves

Of rustling bamboo...

Where at rest and undisturbed

In immortal sereneness.
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Rikugien's Maples,

Lit up at night time - ablaze!  

Incandescent fire

Whom, through which great splendour made...

Can scorch the very heavens.

Divine Love III

love is the divine, woven bliss
like the blooming dawn

A Triad of Haiku III

Small, Unctuous frog,

Squatting on his lily pad,

Only yawns to eat.
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Gaudy cherry trees,

Fearful of a rising wind,

Grip their blossoms tight.
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The stream's headwaters

Have not yet seen the valley;  

Nor we yet Heaven.
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Aftermath: Part-III

Families searching for their loved ones
After the mud has settled to the ground
And water is flowing at a normal pace
But all that left are the little memories
In forms of clothing, pearls or
In their decayed form as a skeleton

Ballad for the king Owa Clement Adesuyi Haastrup Ajimoko III

Owa Clement Adesuyi Haastrup Ajimoko III by Adejola Joseph 
Sagacious king
Prudent king
You are an embodiment of knowledge 
Encyclopedia of principles 
One in a trillion 
A king with an uncommon grace 
I jealous your star my king 
A king like no other 
Ade a pe lori yin sir
Bata a pe lese yin
Irukere a di okinni my

The Crown of Silence: A Lament for King Charles III

You wear a crown forged in centuries of silence,
Not of gold, but of tears—each gem a wound,
Each jewel a stolen breath from lands unnamed.
The sun never set on your empire, Charles,
But neither did its shadow.

At seventy-three, you ascend a throne
Built on the backs of broken nations.
Malawi mourns not your reign, but its own hunger.
India remembers

Toward Independence July 2, 1776

On this day the… 


thirteen colonies
broke away from British Crown~
forming USA

Flower Chide III,Crownfall

Don’t mind their judgment or wilt for their say—
Once mortals behold you, they'll all drift away.
You won’t need these petals or roots to remain,
You’ll be sung in sonnets, not whispered in vain.”

Lotus said all these words with such great love
A love too polished, too practiced to shove.
It wrapped around Rose like the promise of a

The day a poet didn't die-III: The experiment

Blasphemy, truly—
To treat a poem like lab equipment.
Smearing souls on damp napkins,
scribbling overwrought sorrows.

We are sacred, young lady.
Vessles for disciplined sociopaths and 
occasionally, prophets.
Not therapy couches 
for freshly wrecked teens.

Yet here you are—
dismantling verses 
with the rollerball pen from middle school
and deliberately gothic tragedies.

“I’m figuring it out as I go.”
The audacity.

But fine, if you’d rather,
learn

Why Your Cities Burn, Part III

...Gobayth’s mind was nearly crushed,
this was his life now, it appeared,
and all sorts of depressing thoughts
flooded his mind that first half-year.
Was this what life was really like
for most of the souls in this world?
An endless, unpaid drudgery,
with slashing whips always unfurled?
Was this how ‘settled’ people lived?
Is so, then why bother with life?
How could those outside

Autobiography of John Sidney McCain III, Sometime Senator of Arizona

1. To Fly
My father was an admiral, and so
I joined the Navy. Back in fifty-eight
to be a pilot seemed the way to go:
ship-sailors were committed to a crate.
Scrub decks? Paint rusting gunwales? That’s a ‘no’.
The Skyhawk was my weapon (and my fate!)

2. Rubicon Crossing

Some nations follow rainbows, I am told:
we thought, in Vietnam, ‘search and

Lao Tzu: English Translations III

LAO TZU ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS III

The Valley Spirit
by Lao Tzu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The valley Spirit never runs dry,
the river to whom all waters run:
the Spirit of our Primal Mother.
Deeply rooting Heaven and Earth,
to most eyes a delicate veil dimly seen,
yet a never-failing Fountainhead.

Adhere to the Feminine
by Lao Tzu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R.

Still Blinking III

First, remove the eyelids—
they hold too much fiberglass.
Grind streetlight into gunpowder,
cut it with gravel—snort the cocaine dusk.
Take the sidewalk like heretic communion,
metal-flake wine, asphalt host.

She blinks razors.
Stars break in her clavicle.
You don’t touch her—you calibrate.
Banana fingers, bruised and humming,
plucking vapor off the fencepost.
Storm-laced teeth.
Voice as hinge,
breath as cordless vacuum 
throat tightrope over a cheap
motel dirty

Minnesota III

Moist sheets tossed aside
soaked pillows
Side by side single mattress 
She was exposed drippings 
Dime sack and tree rings brittle snowcats 
Green sight meet brown peepers 
Plumb late April Boreal Plains humidity
Abittor Unami eau de cologne electricity 
Thin plain pink blanket on the window
Air conditioner recirculating
Salmon rays preen her face
Noon spring afternoon
the rain stopped the sun

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