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Kohava Ray Poem
Traveling birds
Shifting seasons
Are reflected on your front glass
This is a usual scene every morning
That day, too
Before bringing our children to school
That day, though
You didn't come home
Injured severely on the road
A few days later
You were back
Your white butterfly like eyes
Looked sad
Appealing that you wanted to work more
The shattered face does not match to your slinky black body
Daddy will get you to hospital
Wait till then
The horn from trains CT and NY lines
Sympathetic and respectful
for our car who had been in service
for more than 20 years
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Kohava Ray Poem
In this field,
There have already been many gathering,
All are mere living skeletons;
Their flesh gone completely
Only by their nerves
Do they try to seize their souls floating in the air
However, please do not worry
For their bodies still know
How to keenly perceive the world around them
They are ready for standing patiently
With their feet covered with snow
Until spring comes
Existence of nervous system reaching out into nothingness where
Only incredible Will exists
I dropped to my knees
To let it be mine
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Looking at the page of the book
I got to know where our tears went;
were vaporized in the air
Sublimated to be white crystals and snowed;
On a dim stage
These snows were transformed into human figures;
Dancing lightly and solemnly
In a ceremony of purification;
The universe
Wished all the tears of sadness to vanish away;
Wished all the tears sublimated and
All hope for the happiness is heard;
Appreciating the encounter with their dance
I stepped forward
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This sky dome
Held by thousands of threads
of sunshine,
Is a musical instrument;
Its sounds pour out when
Life flips its strings;
Dragonflies are the first
to make the light high-pitched tone;
Swallows are next
Rapid, cheerful notes emitted
From their aerodynamic bodies;
Then appears a father pushing the stroller
Carefully and affectionately
A sweet melody starts to fill the air
Resonating within the hemisphere;
This is, seemingly, the first day of Autumn,
And I am filled with light and love
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A man attracted to the sound of waves
Ended up to live in the lighthouse
Since then
His job is to hang the things
Floating in the ocean
At this port
Ships come in from all over the world
Some travel on the sea of tears
Of hearts that have never reached to their beloved ones
And fell into the salty waters
Hearts, shaped like soft worn-out bullets
Are picked up by the light house keeper
Every time he hears the sound of them falling
And floating in the ocean
He goes out there
To pick them up
Wit his big and thick hands
Then he waits
Until the hearts are dried
Until the tears of the lingering attachment
Are evaporated
And they make a lively dry rustling sound
What the light house keeper is concerned with is
That he must find someone
Who will succeed the job
Which he has been going
For more than seventy years
I'm thinking to recommend
That he ask the captains
Married to ships all over the world
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Imagine the world full of bloom
Imagine a continent full of the joy of smiling faces
They have magical power to transmit the warm gentle feeling to the others
Flowers come out from the ground where rain joins with fertilizer,
(All kinds of worms collaborate to make it happen!)
Humans come in and go out from the ground where sadness, anger, jealousy,
are mixed with satisfaction, happiness and memory, also great fertilizers
How do you use them?
I'd like to see your fully blossoms
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Through an ice age
Now the icebound world was completely
Melted to show the bone structure of
Algonquinsaurs
No head
The bone structure is
Pushed to the ground
By his two skinny legs
Who was he?
-Was he just a baby who's about to stand up and to run around the prairie?
-a being about collapse under the extreme anxiety?
-or a human who desperately tried to prove that he surely had lived here just before his death?
The ice age will come again
-Are you going to freeze your internal passion?
-Are you going to melt the ice with your passion?
The life is short
You
Rise from the ground!
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Seeing it’s dim light
I feel relieved
The sun is too strong
The moon is too far away
The stars are too glittering
The headlights are too blazing
The taillights make me too emotional
The street lamps are too objective
The lights from the office buildings are too oppressive
The room light is too broad
The desk lamp is too direct
The flashlight is too tense
and
The fireworks are too grandiose....
But a firefly
is a reminder
It's OK to show a modest light
In the darkness, then,
We see you
We know you,
and you remind us
We are also the light
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Vermilion red is my blood
The anger was the mortal weapon
Stubbed, all of me scattered
Hey, at the end of "anger"
Use "l" from "love"
Instead of "r" from "rage"
Yes, you ARE an angel
Fly and collect all pieces of you
"Sleep with angels"
My mother's voice resonates in me.
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Pacha Mama
The name means Earth Mother
Today she is stylish and humorous
her big eyes show
endless love
emitting positive energy
which invigorates every second
The other day, she is just there
all around us
we also call it nature
being expressed in millions of ways;
fallen trees, worms under aged leaves, moving clouds, wolves howling, birds heading south
How do we express ourselves?
How do you express yourself?
How do I...?
Pacha Mama
Now close the curtain, The Night falls on us
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