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Postby bokki on Fri Jun 30, 2017 10:39 am

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some wood turned into floor,
some sand turned into crystal,
some sunlight, some shade,
all by man handmade.

b :heya:
Another log on the fire,
10,000 frogs singing in the rain
burst into flames

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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Spike on Wed Jul 05, 2017 2:37 am

Dark forest
After the rain
Tonight the fireflies are pure magic!
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow. --R.H.
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Postby TTT on Thu Jul 13, 2017 8:16 am

The sounds coming
for wherever.
Birds leaving one tree

- Will i get home in time?


Yes is not allways a good anser.
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby desert_woodworker on Fri Jul 21, 2017 9:57 pm

Moon-Landing Anniversary Haiku (48 years)

Under July Moon;
what men once walked on top of:
Where is my Rocket?

--Joe / 20 Jul 2017
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby desert_woodworker on Sat Jul 29, 2017 7:04 pm

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The (Modestly Short) Record of Zeb Nuddhist

Zeb Nuddhist was a Zen Buddhist;
his nakedness revealed his Original Face,
he said.

Except, he said, this face, he said,
was not the one upon his head.

He bent over one day,
...and, let's say,
...to cut to the chase,
his exhibitionism unfurled, and revealed
...his low-down Southern Face.

This history's now at an ebb,
'cause that's all we know
that's recorded
...about the nudist Buddhist Zeb.

    --Joe, 29 Jul 2017
[other "historians" might wish to expand the record as they see fit]
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby desert_woodworker on Fri Aug 04, 2017 4:59 pm

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Change In the Neighborhood

After these monsoon rains
the neighbor's house is having a new roof put on.

Rip!, rip!, go the shingle-shovels,
tearing off the old imbricated asphalt leaves.

Tap!, tap!, tap!, go the hammers,
nailing on new shingles.
(dark ones this time, not light ones:
how different her house will look!)

Soon, the hot-tar melting-Dragon may start to roar,
midnight black, in the desert sun.

--Joe, 4 Aug., 2017
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Postby desert_woodworker on Fri Aug 04, 2017 7:42 pm

The (Very Short) Record of Joe Rose

Joe Rose sat on a tack;
Joe rose.
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby TTT on Mon Aug 07, 2017 10:24 am

How long can a human Life go on?

How long can a human Life last?
A hundrad years,
thirty thousend days,
Half is spent sleeping,
and the rest
is hardly assured.
The regalia of social cermony
are prison articles, all.

Greedy men liking them

clearly have no way out.
Rich socialites
suffer constant stress,
the poor and humble
are Always free.
That is why ancient sages
were not constrined
by emperors and kings.
When
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Postby desert_woodworker on Mon Aug 07, 2017 8:54 pm

Purely Biological

The Soil is dirty;
the Sea is full of fish-shit;
Sky has a life, too.


--Joe 7 Aug, 2017
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby TTT on Mon Aug 07, 2017 10:23 pm

Ops,

the poem i wrote down was from a book by Tomas Clary,

Stainless moon - vereses for the wakfull!

If i remember corectly.

Remember my, Life is like a Dream, Hail the king and all that.

This is the content, of the book.

Just some mongolian poetry for the 800-centuaren China.

How was the empiror agen?

http://www.amazon.com/Sleepless-Nights- ... he+wakfull
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby fukasetsu on Tue Aug 08, 2017 9:28 am

4 a.m.

A moonlit bed
still sleeping
goodnight
kitty-cat.

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Postby TTT on Tue Aug 08, 2017 11:14 am

fukasetsu wrote:4 a.m.

A moonlit bed
still sleeping
goodnight
kitty-cat.

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Wow, (for my this is tonights moon).

When full moon,
i get moon struck.

And,
if its a bad - moon i turn in to a White wolf. I houls in the night and so on..

True story!
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Postby fukasetsu on Tue Aug 08, 2017 11:20 am

TTT wrote:Wow, (for my this is tonights moon).

When full moon,
i get moon struck.

And,
if its a bad - moon i turn in to a White wolf. I houls in the night and so on..

True story!


Better stay inside then tonight Triple-T, unless you're a vampire hunter ofcourse :)

I love the full moon, it's good for babys to be conceived, it's not good for ambulance workers and police.
I'm always very serene on full moon nights. :heya:
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby fukasetsu on Mon Aug 14, 2017 9:12 pm

a star is born
and the people rejoice
then it dies
and they all cry "what for"

from where did I came,
and where will I go?
like a merry go round
a dog chasing tail

slow down for a moment
allow it to stop
no horse passes by
neither head nor tail.

no cube aware after melting
no being to save
no buddha, no thing, no mind
nothing whole or split

no concept of non-production
no talk of the unborn
don't prattle about truths
emptiness and form

nothing fixed,
neither sinner nor saint
all that ever was, is, and will be
disappears with the scene

Dont think "what's next"
that is the charade
there is no becoming
see for yourself what remains

No path to Nirvana
or freedom to gain
the practise of prisoners
is to speak in his name.

no error in appearing
only in grasping thus
endless coming and going
does the sky ever complain?

so bury your Buddhas
and all that you know
just understand desire
meanwhile, enjoy the show.

:PP: :daisy: :heya:

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Postby TTT on Fri Aug 18, 2017 7:01 am

Tonights moon.

Like a dog barking
i feel
that tickels
in the back of my neck.

How is there?

Turning and a clock
ticking,
will they sereve te?

Thats when i remembered.
The first time,
like it was special.

/TTT
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby fukasetsu on Tue Aug 22, 2017 8:46 pm

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Picking up pebbles
Different sizes, shapes and colours
Some even have inscriptions
Of sacred tales and fables
About our original nature
What is true and what is false

A treasured arsenal ever growing
Ready to fire at anything which moves
Along the shore there are many groups
Arranging their pebbles strategically
To outwit the enemy religiously
In science, sports and play

An outcast from birth
I learned to fill my basket
With different groups
Creating a false sense of security
All the while thinking
“I don’t belong here”

The soldiers
The football fans
The temple-heads
All invite me to their club

The potheads say
“whatever dude, it’s all good”

I return home
And study my pebbles
Endlessly rearranging them
In altering versions of me and mine
Holding them up to the light
Slightly changing angels
To see if there’s a part somewhere
Which never felt the sun

Echos of battles long gone
begin to ricochet in my mind
and echos of future battles too
all ready to be habitually re-enacted
for the Phantom Lord.

All ships eventually sink
All will perish in the fire
Or buried on the shore
Some don’t get a funeral
But lay rotting in the sky
Some are too scattered to
Puzzle back an identity
Or already blown away by the wind
But it’s nothing to them anymore
Fresh food, rotten food
There is always one happy with leftovers!
And I remember, Old Charlie naps for food.

forgetting is a gift
in that way we cannot overdose
yet there is plenty of room
for stories and scrapbooks
to pick up from the treasure shelf
some good some evil tales
or a bit of both
but all under the section
of “mine and thine”

some play a saint or a loser
a God, or a demon
Confused and bewildered by the manifest
of our very own creation
seems to be part of the play
“Nice to make your acquaintance Sir!”
“I’ll kill that bastard!”
“I want to marry that girl”
“I love you”
“I hate you”

But something changed the story
I don’t know what it was
It was no experience
Or an object of memory
But I grew tired of treasuring
A fool’s collection I offer to the flames

The futility of collecting more
More knowledge, more desire
More sex, more enlightenment
More wanting to know, more experience, what a burden!

I was up all night
Mindlessly staring with nowhere to place a gaze
completely nameless and unobjectified
no notion of being or being not
a world or a world not, alive – alive not.

Then a tiny point of energy magically appears
I observe the acrobatics in a state of trance
In an ellipse it mutates and they come together
Suddenly there’s the message that I am and others are too
The character gets up and plays his part in the comedy
feeding the cats, taking a piss and smelling the coffee.

I finally give up
No urge to go around, no desire to know
I remain open and ready

Eventhough there are no more questions
And I’m out of treasure
A pulsation unfathomable permeating everything,
----- Pervading everywhere -----

Keeps whispering;
“Here”

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Postby partofit22 on Tue Aug 22, 2017 9:31 pm

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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby bokki on Wed Aug 23, 2017 10:43 am

lol, fuki, thnx!
i didnt know that u have a talent 4 poetry 2!
iv reread ur star is born and pebbles many times now..
may i say, ur poems hold much more critique than ur prose..
which i really appreciate, makes me q?
and referencing Old Charlie, i suppose u knew ill :heya:

i wish i could go over every line of d 2 poems
but i just cant play d role

im just thnx, fuki!
and about pebbles, ill post 1 in d poetry thread.
fuki, b :heya:
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby bokki on Wed Aug 23, 2017 11:09 am

fuki, would u plz do me a small favor?
could u plz say some more about ur pebble poem,
most interesting,
what did u mean by
And I remember, Old Charlie naps for food.

forgetting is a gift

thnx, ill certainly will be waiting 4 some more of ur poems!
b :heya:
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby fukasetsu on Wed Aug 23, 2017 11:46 am

wow bokki, I'm surprised anyone enjoys my musings :)
I love everyone's poems on zfi your last one with the astray/bowl ending with "man made" I enjoyed a lot.
Reminds me of man made belief systems and its intepretations too, as its "colours" are derived from the multi-hued glass.

Old Charlie is a member on zfi his signature says
"will nap for food" :heya:
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