Long Ginseng Poems

I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug...

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Earth         was a perfumed garden
residing in a single                   ...

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Evening skyline
Glow of last light;
Dark shadows creep

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Green moss
Zen garden stones;
Calmness charms

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Antique shoppe
Old proprietor;
Living antique

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Cemetery visit
Angel statues stand
Guardians of death

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Newspaper vendor
Hazards early rain;
Prompt delivery

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World news broadcast
So many conflicts;
Violent humanity

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Children's playground
Noisy little people;
Fun screams and shouts

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Empty taxi...

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It's used as an afterthought, fattening festive 
arrangements for Mother's Day, Easter, 
someone's birthday.  An underrated vine,
enhancing center-stage flowers whose star-power 
doesn't wear well. It's the "coming attraction" 
that's there after the clapping dies down,...

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The Librarian

She polished her soft curved buttocks on my suede overcoat
And the smell of her ginseng breath made me stop
And raise my head
Losing my place in the card catalogue.
I shifted my eyes to her reaching...

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Whenever a ginseng breeze blows,
Tokyo tears fall in my heart — 
I have mountain village longings for distant her
My lonely home sits below sea-level blue,
my sabishi jia is sinking below cerulean water
Butterfly images on the...

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I Like The 'Black Tea, The White Tea
and The English Breakfast & Earl Grey'
and I Serve 'Rooibos' and 'Ginger'  Teas
In My Silver Pot, Cups & Tray

I Like The 'Rose Tea and Herbal Teas 
&...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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sunshine heals me through the mirror
moonlight heals me through the window
the united luminescence blesses me through constant reminders
i find activity and its new stories through you

radiance fills the void that was once overwhelmed by parasitic...

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We were at an Oklahoma halt
Sitting on a grey hound bus
Second hand smoke and dust
Just when I thought it was, oh too much

A painter in ballerina slippers
Singing her way onto our stop
An artist with a...

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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...

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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...

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“When the seasons become one,
you will know the end is near.”

                        --old...

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      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...

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Wild rugged den of Hatfield and McCoy,
Entered the Union with birth pangs of war.
Sweet meadows punctuate inked river beds,
Trapped in mountains black wealth of coal.

Volunteers--first to send her sons to serve.
In hidden glens Bigfoot and...

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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...

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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 -...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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