Tai Poems - Poems about Tai

I wasn't long in Hong Kong, before I saw my first tai chi, and it gave me the strangest notion, the exercisers, advancing all in a row, were line dancing in slow motion. They put their left hand in, right hand out, in, out, in, out, waved them all about and, set to soothing, soulful music, the male practitioners suggestively sang, "If you show me your...

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Park of unfenced wildness densely packed in light infused summer city folk beat paths of free spirited essence park pigeons squat, survey seniors ...

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Budgie Budgie what can I say about a man named Budgie when it comes to writing poetry, he's as tender as can be but when it comes to rocking your world with his guitar, well watch out FANS, for he's the best musician by far; Budgie Budgie what can I say, "its your...

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This is putting the spirit rum to good use. Just mix it with a little pineapple juice. Put it in a shaker with some cracked ice, Shake it up, strain it into a glass, and it's nice. For a extra touch, use a little garnish: Add a pineapple spear and a cherry if you wish. This is a great drink for...

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Too many Mai Tais, zany Matilda, drank! Whoops, she hit the sea-wall and arrested for being tanked! A big flirt was she, and the Officer fell. Now a huge...

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Am considerating signing up For a beginners class in Tai Chi but Not sure it's for me My old bones agree The will is here but the bod needs a nudge...

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Mai Tai Madness ~Oh, my friend, Gloria!~ Funny~till drinks made her totally unstable. We nearly got killed in her car! When on the Golden Gate Bridge, she screamed" I left my sweater back at the bar." Making a U-turn in the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge at rush hour, OMG,no less!  Cuss words and the "bird" were so shocking, I must confess. I made the...

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Mt Tai How do I describe lofty Mt. Tai’s grandeurs? Straddling Qi and Lu states, its green lingers. The most gorgeous landscape the Nature has drawn, The dark and light sides convert into dusk and dawn. Floating clouds cleanse the mortal mind and soul; Birds fly home in groups along the mount on a scroll. I shall climb to the top and...

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Bruce A lumbering man, audibly achily, stepped to the floor’s center. Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone. His arms unfurled. His hips spun. His soles, silent as he padded here, then twisted to place a foot there. A phoenix swooped, festooned in fire’s colors. A monkey stole a man’s visage, and made play there. Time and fluids compressed. Bones were rent. In mind, in space, in intent. Daggers...

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Alice is only 17 so put her studies on hold, Of psychology, English literature and art, To train for the Rio Paras, hard as she could, In New Milton, in Collegiate’s school pool. Born with a club foot, she’s had 14 operations, Which fused her feet and ankles, 90 degrees, Because she also has deformed...

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WHEN THE TIME COMES TAI Time is timeless as it floats gently in impermanence pasts presents and futures blend inter-mingle wave it’s rapture’s melodies and pastel pastures lush and luscious rhyming contrast complementing contradiction When you pass on you wish to travel to the sound of ‘I am the Goddess of hellfire’ as we stream and gleam in an unconventional concept of...

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Rose collector bird shades of pink blossom bulbuls Lovely crimson set (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYtZO94K_Lk)...

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When I did the hug-a-tree today, I could feel my breathing in my fingers as the air in my body moved my blood. That Norwegian professor, when I was 25, told me that would happen. One body, he told me, like a fluid-filled bag, like a decorative icing squeezer. Several times today I could feel time stop and I could feel the gap between my fingers tremble....

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Today I practiced tai-chi in front of a mirror with a dozen beginners my age. I didn't apologize as I thought I might. Strange to pick out the reflexively familiar. Icon I, seen from the outside. Some of us would have commanded with angry eyes if rumples were smoothed but now we listen. They lined up like this in many old photographs of unsymmetric faces unceremonious bodies, dignities clinginging to fact....

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1 Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still burn thine absence half a decade spent in vain to break the bonds that tie, that fett’ring chain that holds me from embracing thee, thyself in turn. Thine all enchanting smile, piercing eyes– thy flailing arms, the limbs, with rhythmic stroke – responses soundless to the silent words I spoke to...

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