Long Little did i know Poems

 
 
 
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I feel like my life is like a boat , the boat is my life everything I’ve worked...

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Zen Death Haiku

Brittle cicada shell,
little did I know
you were my life!
—Shuho, translation by Michael R. Burch

Returning
as it came,
this naked worm.
—Shidoken, translation by Michael R. Burch

As dew glistens
on a lotus leaf,
so too I soon must vanish.
—Shinsui,...

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Today, catching sight of the mallards
crying over Lake Iware:
Must I too vanish into the clouds?
—Prince Otsu translation by Michael R. Burch  

This world—
to what may we compare it?
To autumn fields
lying darkening at dusk
illuminated by...

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After numerous threats on our lives after 
a domestic violence with my abuser after 
I returned from Tampa murder 
trial I was finally healing several therapist home 
visits my children and I were ready for...

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(A call for the lights to dim as a single spotlight illuminates the legend Judy Garland, who is center stage. She wears a faded housecoat as her beautiful, brandy brown eyes hold a lifetime of...

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Race Track Thinking

16… little did I know the initiation began. 16 is hard enough navigating adolescence. Hormone dumping, the anguishing struggle to fit in any way—- relinquishing my individuality, and being true to myself. Unbeknownst,...

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I AM HARMONICA DEONTIA BALDWIN!

Somebody said Harmonica Baldwin was a smart child.
That she would grow into her womanhood and set the world afire.
Her characteristics inform her personality.
Harmonica Baldwin is magnetic.
She is perceptive and mindboggling.
Within, Harmonica...

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See, I've been wallowing in it for far too long
knee deep sunk in it even at times 
eyes too marred by melancholy to see the way out 
even as I gave in to the allure...

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I'm determined to get better 
Intent on improving 
If you saw where I was
You would shriek and gasp what are you doing 
At 7 countries counseling clinic
This process 
I'm ready to begin it
Cause the longer...

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Part Two Of, Emily Dickinson, dedication series

(1.)

What Started As Bliss Has Brought Death's Black Hand
poets dedication series

As a tree full of crows looked down on my bloody head
that long dark shadow falling ever so swiftly...

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I hope that you’re warm and cozy all wrapped up in your blanket of lies, the ones that you spoke to me in that time
That time that we are not to speak of because to...

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On a never lonely street was  where I grew up
There  we played from morning  till dusk
 Then we woke up neat and  free, but back home laced with dust
Slightly dirtier than...

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How thankful can one woman really be? Is there a limit to how deep gratitude flows- a way to measure how much love I hold in my heart for my family? Forty-years of Thanksgiving meals...

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You were a puppeteer. Sitting at your desk, you crafted me, delicately you painted a smile upon my face, so I was always happy – so I appeared always happy. Then, you began to play...

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A far off memory that's like a scattered dream..
...a scattered dream that's like a far of memory..
..I want to line the pieces up...

Yours...

And mine

Let me tell you my story
As I traversed through the visions of...

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It all began in Berkeley, California 
In the springtime of 1974
One fateful afternoon 
I was sleeping in my high school Physics class. 

I looked up and saw a tall,
beautiful Asian woman 
standing there looking at...

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2024.2.24
One month passed since we first met.
Although we sat 1.5m apart,
We hardly interacted with each other.
Except when I needed to ask you some favours.
Today, you glanced at my computer,
You were surprised to see,
I wrote something...

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(The Revelation...)

I felt my heart jumping out of my body the moment i heard papa call your name
It was like a trance to me
Shown on a dualized page of pain and doubt
This must be an...

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I was always looking over my shoulder at her baggage

little did i know at the time 
but her baggage 
was within my sight
on our first few dates
what ever the circumstance 
she wasn't at liberty 
to...

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Milton was a person you couldn't help but like.
Almost every  time I wrote a Triolet
He'd stop by and visit and once said,
 "You know how I love the triolets!"
A gentle soul,  shared gentle...

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He took me as a child
At the tender age of eight
And on that day
I found the Way
To enter Heaven’s gate

He took me as a child
When I wondered, when I cried
He loved me
And He chose me
Even...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU VIII

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

Had I not known
I was already dead
I might have mourned
my own passing.
—Ota Dokan, loose translation/interpretation of his jisei (death poem) by...

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I pulled the handle,  Just playing for fun, 
But soon became fixated on the excitement it brung
Little did I know, It was the beginning of the end
My addictive passion was playing to win
The flashing...

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I thought fire had died out.
As I was constantly in the realm of doubt
The fire was burning with the small embers of Hope
Little did I know of my heart’s scope

I saw your face and it...

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I once had a beautiful life or so I thought, a beautiful, perfect lady or so I imagined, for me she was my world, for her it was my wealth or nothing, how contrasting ...

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