Tatami Poems - Poems about Tatami

...If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily-LXXXV (Note : Fresh disclosures from the Catholic Church on the subject made public by protesting Mothers of infants victims of pedophily a......

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...He was turbulent, fearful, and a dipsomaniac. He was dead to the target, undeniable emulation of his father. So I've been told. Equated with many of his uneducated and socially stigmatized peers, ......

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...In the morning of a new year day I stood on the spot where The vindictive little boy fell I disrobed garments of beauty From the place And saw ruins and bones A white moon was still hanging sad......

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...There's a blood-stained tatami house and it rest peacefully near the cherry blossoms and pond It has an ancient roof that aims for heaven and a foundation built in hell There's a small child in......

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...Unquotable quotes: The How of Democratic Kill – XXXIX, Part One Born in 1868, Alexei Maximovich PESHKOV, better known as MAXIM GORKY and hailed as the chief proponent of Soviet literature, the ......

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...Written in summer of 1976. I used to eat my lunch with groups of businessmen from Campbell Soups. We drank a drink at lunch each day Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay And talked of pending cor......

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...As from his Book of Rules He read, “Tsk-tsk tsk-tsk, St. Peter said. So PICKED up I my bags and left For that damnéd lower cleft. I stomped away then turned and paused. How much fuss had my ......

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...blooming inside your dancing lips trace moonlight in my heart I feel your dreamy words creaming caressing sugaring sweetening ------ my closed minds Full Moon ........rising in th......

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...10/5/2009 I. The Bloom Delicate flower, sleeping endlessly dreaming Patiently waiting White horizon, winter peace, release tears reluctantly. II. The Village Boxes in spaces, old wooden tatami ......

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...The rooms lie low and hollow, perforated by two stone gardens enclosed in the center. A lone hard chair hides in the corner. The tatami mat, brown and warped, gently springs beneath my steps;......

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...When the moonlight touches my tatami, Spreading silver petals on the floor, I shall leave the cosy bed behind me. Like a cat, I’ll tiptoe to the door. It is spring. The sakura’s in blossom. I would ......

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...Secret kisses smile... shadows behind rice papered walls, slow deliberate steps shuffle upon tatami reed mats that rise and fall, steamy scents and moans are muffled as the midnight dance,knows ......

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...the walls of my room are doors exposed when you stalk my perimeter squinting shut when I am gasping for air alone. you must have chosen me from a list of names and ages, perhaps photos. we ha......

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...When you’re 4 Leaving a city Age 8 Unfortunate Many events You forget. Spoke fluent Japanese, Phrases Some words Counting Still do. Cherry blossoms Thin rice paper doors Friends Schoo......

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