Long Rainless Poems

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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Listen to the shifting winds 
carrying musical meteors,
there soars floating
letters between 
lyrical lines,
emanating runes
that reflect 
revolving rhymes
of faith within
and beyond.
For we are more than
just spectators or actors, 
in this theatrical life,
we are the assigned 
maestros...

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we grew up at Home
with a warrior thrust tuning 
our souls to sounds of crickets
to rhythms of the soil
to smells of the rivers
knowing large dreams of moonlight joy
 
we grew up there in an ever...

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Today many have grown cold
about the seriousness of sin,
they shouldn't be justified 
by their superficiality
towards righteousness and morality;
have they denounced
their faith and condoned
all they do without repugnance
when even themselves 
are disgusted by their deeds
of pervasiveness?

Why...

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The grasses were the first to arrive
Sprouting slowly all around me
Hardly more than enough to sway in the hushed wind
Steady, steady they rose to shroud him
Days became a flooding of months
Still he lay where he...

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The Missing Season
27/07/2020 

Whiffs of summery air grow startlingly unfresh
Dying like a withering dream yet almost deathless
Ruffled by an impasse of a senescent, uncrossable viaduct 
that goes beyond my knowingness, beyond my conception
Of an unknown...

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SEARCH OF A QUIRKY MIND

He looks up to the blue night’s sky
Studded with sparkling jewels of stars
He doesn’t count them, but asks why
All these stars are there for, so far.
In starless night under the blank...

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The dark cloud lifted to find ourselves on the global stage
In spite of the stage fright, we united into a fist of courage
The arable land awaits, but instead erodes from our uncertain steps
The endless boycott...

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Distance separates the pleasures
Of a touch never meant to be kissed
Once lost in void filled rainless
Clouds like tomorrow rewinds  

As yesterday feasts upon my eyes
Won’t open to the realities of 
Emotions felt only in...

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I am walking…
my footfalls…yellow and green
cause I am very green now 
…and perhaps a little yellow 
over the bridge that heard the first return …I wander
musket powder dusted rails remain in staunch salute
flickering time travelers...

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An ancient mariner on the sea, I am sailing for ages
on the rolling cobalt waves rising high and falling low.
In the darkest of nights when the tempest rages,
my boat pitches, and I toil to float,...

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Up above the wasteland of my lonely life in the seamless sky,
clumps of cumulus rainless clouds weren’t consumed hovering,
spawned a desert in my heart where I saw their arid shadows fly,
and there you became a...

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Like a mad man
without a plan,
slightly insane,
dancing in the rain,
pixilated dreams
like shallow streams,
leave me bemused,
restless, but amused,
but my soul is tried
from those bullets fired,
when loved ones depart,
leaves holes in my heart,
as guns aren't coded,
when locked...

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The days of our discontent

The rain had fallen sharply and heavy flooding roads
fields had become lakes, and cars looked like toys thrown
away by an unrestrained boy child.

From the inside looking out, the sea is calm...

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In seamless sky up above the wasteland of my wan life,
clumps of cumulus cloud hovered rainless all the while.
In their smoldering shadow a desert spawned in my heart,
and at its fringe in the oasis of...

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“For the departed love there is a permanent place 
in the sanctum of soul”- Quote by poet


Up above the wasteland of my life in the seamless sky
the rainless cloud clumps weren’t consumed drifting.
In the desert...

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He who disregards truth and justice
Will sooner or later go the whole hog;
His bestial appetites and habits,
His love of cruelty and power eventually will take over
Perhaps without him ever realizing the danger.
He is not only...

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Be the river of my rainless desert...
where the coldest and the wildest wind swept;
ah, it took away the harmony of my tunes:
once the only comforter of the sand dunes! 

So far, I have accomplished nothing...

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the ocean
flaming orange.. red.. and gold
burning oil

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a fantasy
no… just nature being so
amazing... beauty..

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a gouldian finch
a rainless rainbow
dry food for some

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catch a falling star
don’t forget protection
or wait till it lands

~~

a cow jumped the moon
they meant a...

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good morning of day
tailor birds chirping out my window
mild breeze flowing

dawn of the white diamond
golden sunshine from the far sky
a piece of your smiling

fair and coolness  of the surrounding
feeling of drizzling in rainless daybreak
news...

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No fault in the moon
Apple wine quenches night thirst
Rainless cloud to sun

Summer knocking door
Watermelon comes as beer
Moonlight sprinkles hot

Fountain of free time
Ravished by last year dark germ
Contagious bomb

Boishakh festival
Drunkard in local made wine
Under lockdown hill

River...

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disillusionment gathers
like an incoming storm
with impending doom

rainless clouds
become the reigns
of the thunderous rage
toppling statues like trees
along paved walks
where peace one gathered
flags now burn upon the grounds
and those that fought to protect
lie unearthed within the fury
as...

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Minutes to complete chaos,
seasons of war undeterred. 
Rainless countries that remain,
tormented by that one word.

Bursting warheads on high,
nuclear filth pollutes the air.
Smoking bodies inside mirrors,
soldiers that share a prayer. 

The blood it pours slowly,
over shifting...

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Little Man

 My friend little gray squirrel visits 
 most every day at different times to dine
 keeping his eye on the windows off and on
 in our misty morning but rainless days
 and in...

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She was an ancient woman and

I used to see her 

every rainless early morning.

She always wore an overcoat

a headscarf, and thick and wrinkled 

old woman's stockings. 

Her gaunt and stubborn shuffle was ever being overtaken

by...

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