Long Suzuki Poems
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Parents pass away slowly after their death;
come back as your face in a mirror.
Our days are a code
written on the blind side of our skin.
You watch yourself
coming out of a childhood bedroom
eyes still wet from a foreboding dream,
see yourself getting lost in a dark theater
knowing, even as a child,
that would not be the last time.
You grew up too fast
and almost disappeared.
A friend dies in your arms,
you take her on your Suzuki
to the Thai river market,
drop her ghost into the Peng river;
hope that it will eventually
find its way back to Arkansas.
People you have known
remain as hand-shadows,
still pulling
broken strings on a wall of time.
And then you are this person,
and all you can do is watch
from your many
makeshift storm-shelters.
I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):
Say Hey Willie Mays Walter Johnson (Big Train)
Randy Johnson (The Big Unit) Babe Ruth (The Sultan Of Swat)
Tony Gwynn Jimmie Foxx
Ted Williams Maury Wills
Stan “The Man” Musial Johnny Bench
Ken Griffey Jr Greg Maddox
Henry Aaron Lou Gehrig
Roberto Clemente Ty Cobb
Satchell Paige Ernie Banks
Rickey Henderson Carl Yastrzemski (Yaz)
Trevor Hoffman Albert Pujols
Gibson (Bob and Josh) Honus Wagner
Rogers Hornsby Cal Ripken
Robinson (Jackie, Frank and Brooks)
Some favorites I had to leave out…
Christy Mathewson Warren Spahn
Sandy Koufax Tom Seaver
Mickey Mantle Rod Carew
Joe Morgan Ozzie Smith
Mariano Rivera Miguel Cabrera
Pedro Martinez Ichiro Suzuki
David Ortiz Jose Altuve
I’d love to see your faves mentioned in the comments section!
written 24 Aug 2020
- expressing buddhist psychology with the aid of quotes -
'...we are doomed not to know the truth exactly
....(dainin katagri)'
'...new meaning may...be truthfully added,
provided the mind ascend to a more
enveloping point of view.........(william james)'
'....who am i....in the midst of this thought traffic
....(rumi)
'....the smallest particle of time...this is it....
the next instant, it is not so....(shunryu suzuki)
'...a feeling takes hold of...one side of your being
and so distorts you................(rainer maria rilke)
'...kamma is that by which creatures do or act
....(ledi sayadaw)
'....to get enlightened....keep giving up....sense
of the world....that it come to us on its own terms
....(stephen mitchell)
stan sand
Just because we can’t concur
Doesn’t mean we can’t confer
Yes, the world is in a mess
But that don’t make me Rudolph Hess
They state that soon in every street
There’ll be the stomp of booted feet
And yet the misinformed will tweet
“It’s our new world so don’t you bleat.”
It’s, “If you don’t agree with me,
You’ll get such bad publicity
No radio and no TV
We’ll cancel you Immediately.”
Fresh from school their mind is made
Opinions held shall not be swayed
New rules on a whim and prayer
And we must all be there… or square
Has the world gone truly mad?
Half of it is Leningrad
A fellow with a hasselblad
Takes candid shots of next doors dad
He bought a shiny new Suzuki
Seemingly that makes him kooky
He, perhaps I should remind ya…
Should have bought that car from China
In Britain, Lefties won the day
To many people’s great dismay
Still the left are in a lather
Each, a budding Che Guevara
Lenin’s in my sitting room,
And Stalin’s got a brand new broom
While right outside is Kim Jong Un
And Mao Zedong will be here soon
It’s, “I don’t like your point of view
I’ve got a slug of lead for you,”
We’ll tell the paparazzi too
That you’re a nazi in plain view
It’s, “I am neither he nor she…
So don’t you try to label me
Leave that oil beneath the sea
Just bring some from the UAE.”
They preach about reducing bills
With all those very still windmills
“And from the Sun,” they shout out loud
While disregarding thick black cloud
The gullible will state their case,
“We’re gonna save the human race,
Our climate’s gonna make us fry
You must not fly or we will die.”
Some spread the wealth by looting stores
Then drive home in their four by fours
But then some respite; sadly, brief
It’s summer… They’re in Tenerife
The Lies of Michael Moron
Among the left and the delusional
He is the unsung hero
As long as you don’t fact check
And live in a world called reality
An advocate who lies and twists statistics
I invite the man
Go live in Cuba
With no money
He is a multimillionaire
Pulling the wool over the poor
And uneducated
Need I tell you Moore?
These days we expect politicians to lie and steal
When I see environmentalists and advocates doing far worse
It makes me sick
To think they profiting from slick propaganda's’ tricks
He reminds me of a hybrid of
Trump, Clinton, Suzuki and the preacher
Called Jimmy Baker
A snake oil salesman
Would have higher standards
Notes: He claims Cuba and Canada have better healthcare than the USA, well I invite him, come here, or go to Cuba, with out his millions made from lying and deceiving people, and give that a try. I have been all over all three countries, and let me tell you, he is completely wrong. You have to be delusional to think Cuba has better healthcare, they have trouble feeding their own people, there, and everyone is equal, equally poor that is.
I actually worked with a brain surgeon from Cuba, who, on his vacation drove a taxi to make more money in 2 weeks than he did all year. The stories he told me of shortages and lack of care was horrific.
In Canada, we have free healthcare, except when is not free and you have to pay, oh my, confusing yes? It sure is, yes many services are free, and many are not. However, what is the point of free if the waiting list is 2 years and you will die in 3 months? In some parts of Canada, over 1000 patients leave the emergency rooms of hospitals a day, because of the waiting times. A boy with a finger cut off waits 18 hours to see a doctor. And on and on I could go.
They've thrown down the gauntlet
The Asians have a golf 'major' now won
Hideki Matsuyama, Masters Tournament Champion
The first from the Land of the Rising Sun
Ms. Naomi Osaki has won Tennis' Grand Slam
Mr. Shohei Otani could be the next Babe Ruth for glam
Mr. Yu Darvish was the hottest pitcher in the NL last year
Ichiro Suzuki garnered over 3,000 MLB hits as Japanese fans cheered
And I predict that there lurks a Chinese missile
Whose shooting touch is that of an accurate pistol
He's ready for the NBA to welcome him back in
A Harvard grad, no less, by the name of Jeremy Lin
As the world now sees China as America's #1 superpower rival
So is the world of sports witnessing an awesome Asian revival
Now that is an option I want to see on a car.
Make it available, and your sales will go far.
If some creep goes and steals my parking space,
pushing the parking jerk button will be a trump card ace.
Out comes a big mechanical arm at a quick pace.
The claw will take his vehicle, and fling it into space.
His car will become a four-wheeled piece of junk
wherever it lands with a very loud thunk.
He will go home in garbage that goes “clunk-clunk”.
Go ahead and make the contraption standard equipment.
It will make any annoyed driver full of content.
Inspired by a recent Suzuki Motors television commercial
The first part is, you knock the skittles down,
the second is, you set them up again:
Suzuki, Siemens, Berlusconi, Braun -
they're indestructible, these little men!
We dole out dollars to the bums we beat,
extend a hand to lift them from the floor.
Whose is the victory? Whose the defeat?
They bounce back fresher, stronger than before.
Well, maybe. What if we're the busted flush?
What if they've always had the edge on us?
We got there first, is all, only to spoil it -
were squatting on the sand when oil first gushed.
We won the Cadillac, but missed the bus.
They're cleaning up. We'll soon be cleaning toilets.
So, visit I will
Form Haibun: Comprising of prose followed by Haiku
I was driving a conversion van, pulling a trailer with a smaller Suzuki X90 car on it. I was heading to California. This would be another change in my life. Although, I couldn’t get through the Rocky Mountains pulling that much weight. Thankfully, a friend had taken the ride with me and could drive the little car. I remember the most brilliant sunset across the desert when the blue sky was peeking through the fiery orange colors and looked like lakes in the distance, looking at it just right. I also remember the rainbow that crossed over the sky, too. I made it to California safely, for the second brief time that I lived there. But, I learned something in all this.
It is not for me
To live, but only visit
So visit, I will
7/25/17
Parents pass away slowly after their death;
come back as your face in a mirror.
People’s lives’ are a code
written on the blind side of your skin.
You watch yourself
coming out of a childhood bedroom
stained now with a foreboding dream.
Once, getting lost in a dark theater
knowing, even as a child
that would not be the last time.
Yesterday inside a newborn moment,
you grew up too fast
and almost disappeared.
Today your mind
is a crow silhouette in the sky.
A friend dies in your arms.
You take her on your Suzuki
to the Thai river market,
drop her ghost into the Peng river;
hope that it will eventually
find its way back to Arkansas.
You select smells
that you can paste into your mind.
The aroma of strange friends
and friendly strangers.
fold sensorial moments into origami birds
that are not even close
to working models.
People you have known
are hand shadows on
the same wall of time.
And then you are this person
and all you can do
is watch from a distance
as if you were always a father
to these drifters,
these persons, who once shared
the same storms with you.