Long Ginseng Poems
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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 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.
#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.
A review of all my poems there is
sometimes reference to the toilet
I make no apologies
I'm not a shrinking violet
'Cause here's the way I see it
the world is full of sheet
Here is an example
it's to do with what i eat
At night what I consume
is a large bowl of green salad
Yesterday no exception fresh from garden
much variety I can add
There's perennial greens
sweet leaf korean ginseng and more
There's a tree moringa
it's leaves add to the score
In India Morigna it's regarded as a miracle
full of much nutrition
But here now in Australia
it's subject to attrition
Sales of moringa powder and also the tree
now commercially banned
Lack of long term research
they say that is why it has been canned
Apply this crazy principle to so much crap
freely sold within the business market
Example these toxic covid vaccinations lacked research
caused many to give up and finally cark it
There's many other products
that could be added to the list
Products consumed for centuries
no research how did we exist
These governments will never suffer
any symptoms of dimentia
No brains exist
in a state of permanent absentia
The opposite word of vaccuum
it's called a plenum
How to turn this madness round
we need a new addendum
These thoughts that I've now penned
are really rather fleet
I hope I have convinced you
that this world is full of sheet
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.
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 Mothman roam.
Raging rivers white water rafters ride;
Green valleys house her ancient Celtic stock.
Indians roamed, leaving mystic burial mounds;
Night music choir of frog and whip-poor-will.
In forests treasure of ginseng and yellow root;
Apples--green golden fruit crisped in summer dews.
Mysterious mountain culture all her own,
Infused into her native citizens alone.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, 4-15-2014
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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 cabs
Absent passengers;
Telling times
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Economic woes felt
Here and there;
Poor job market
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Old Kung-fu master
Long solitary wait;
No students come
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Ginseng root brew
Potent tonic;
Energy surge
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City skyscrapers
Over the horizon;
Pouring wet weather
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Speeding carriages
Expressway crowds;
Sudden traffic jam
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Ancient rooftops
Chinese architecture;
Old beauty glimpses
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Morning joggers
On a brisk run;
Sparkling dawnlight
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Old pavilion here
Leaking raindrops;
Wet shelter
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Chinatown alleys
Shops with odd things;
Tourists congregate
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Little India street
Spicy concortions;
Culture in full bloom
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Words tell
Pictures swirl;
New sightings
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Old hunchback lady
Malnutrition showing;
Struggles for pennies
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Old man gathers
Discarded paper cartons;
Money for next meal
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Fortune teller waits
Cards and incense;
Table advisory
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Empty park bench
No one can sit;
Soaking wet
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Cardio fitness
Gym membership;
Workout a sweat
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Old photographs
Long ago moments;
Brown sepia scraps
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Leon Enriquez
10 September 2014
Singapore
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~
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........
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 pen and a pad
A worried free smile is all she had
Strangers on a bus ride
From Oklahoma to Kansas ruins
She rode with me
The theory of a fallen city
We were strangers
On a Jefferson line
Sitting two seats apart
In her notebook she's relaxed at ease
Visions of a passenger before she sneezed
Sitting close
Gazed upon a fading ghost
In my slacks and proper ware
She offered me her apple and cheese
A scented breeze from her unclean jeans
Ginseng and evergreen leaves
I took her hands
Junction city, we could barely stand
Reassuring I sang my songs to her
She sat close, her toes uncovered and pure
How lovely was this simple allure
Oh Kansas city
She finally made it
Missouri head lights
In a southern sun
A city sitting on fallen lungs
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.