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Present So Golden #poem

From the heart, spontaneous, albeit poorly typed (typer has a hiccup #excuse)… result is a slice of rhyme-y romantic-ish poetry for my sweetie.

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Present So Golden (alt)

Let’s linger at a hidden
Café terrace all afternoon
Sip coffee and share glances
Until we finally see the moon

Order wine we can’t afford
Say hello to friends we don’t know
Walk home slowly in the rain
Takeoff hats in the snow

We have all this lifetime
And perhaps another two
To kiss on street corners
Toss away feeling blue

A slow train to Orion
Hitch hike the Pacific blue
Lose ourselves in impossible alleys
No maps to tell what to do

Indifferent to the future
The past all forgotten
Grateful for each moment
Just enjoy being smitten

Thank you for choosing me a
To be your constant companion
Lost the need for dreams
As the present is so golden

All of the words at once…

No need to fit in a word

Said all of them, all at once

One stream or ocean

Of (un)consciousness

Neal Cassady is dead –

So who will spiel all of the words instead?

Sleep only to sleep #poem

I sleep only to sleep

Dream when awake

So recollection improves

Offers driftwood to aid the elusive float

Regardless, always tired

Though frequently, inspired

Artifact: Hot Spring Haiku (as seen at Himalaya Museum, Pokhara, Nepal)

Hot Spring Haiku – as seen at Himalaya Museum, Pokhara, Nepal

Kokoro / poem in process (handwritten), 2019

Kokoro / poem in process (handwritten), 2019

Lost Bookshop / poem in process (typed), 2019

Lost Bookshop / poem in process (typed), 2019

Barbed Wire Scars / poem in process (typed), 2019

Barbed Wire Scars, 2019

Exhibit: Kobayashi Issa (haiku master), museum and grave in Shinano, Nagano

In May 2019, Ryoko and I wandered around Japan on a shinkonryoko (honeymoon) with the aims of riding various trains, visiting some folks, sampling accommodation types and visiting small museums along the way. 

In Shinano, Nagano, we visited my old pal Steve – a former Minnesota US Navy man who has lived in mountain high Nagano mostly on, but sometimes off, for better part of 40 years. With him, we checked out the Issa Memorial Museum dedicated to the haiku poet Kobayashi Issa (who was usually referred to mononymously) and is regarded as 1 of the 4 GREAT classical haiku poets (along with Basho, Shiki and Buson).

Anyhow, not sure if we just got lucky with timing or Issa isn’t a big pilgrimage for others but this was a stop i looked forward to and enjoyed very much. The place was so calm because very few patrons (mid-day, mid-week in May).

Many rooms of scrolls, artifacts from his wanders, and scale models of towns and places. Most everything was only in Japanese so if you don’t read Nihongo, you are kinda outta luck but still worth viewing all the artifacts and figuring bits and pieces out as you see it.

Simply observing the book binding craft, scroll creations and map-making techniques is highly enjoyable. 

Especially enjoyed seeing his travelling clothes, pipes, book bundles , maps and journals as these are the items i have with me whilst traveling (obviously). 

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Simon, Stolen, Shame – Postcard #84

A heart-wrenching poem about an abducted boy called Simon – who lived nearby, was my age and sorta looked like me – in Surrey, BC 1982 – by the “Beast of BC” Clifford Robert Olson (NO relation). Recorded and contributed to Dark Poutine Canadian True Crime podcast – shared here for posterity etc.

RIP Simon and the others.

Be wary for: Simon, Stolen, Shame – Postcard #84
(10MB, 5:27, mp3, stereo)

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Pondering the difference…

Pondering the difference
Between letting go and giving up
When I need something
to hold onto

Doing “self-care”
but
I get so wiped out
Waiting for the current
to drive me away

Check the expectations of others –
Where do I hide these feelings?
Why was she so mean?

So tired of being tired each day
Made a list of happy times
Things I’d like in past times
Is this useful or a trap?

So made a list of things to do
When feeling “this”
But find I’m bored
And reminisce simply that I’m blue

Acknowledgment of art and pain
Respect and fellowship
Simply to be loved and adored
“Is that too much to ask?”