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foolish monkey?
I hope I don't embarrass you.
I always smile when I hear the:
Local Red WoodPecker peck.
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She lives around my Place.
She pecks dead trees too.
She laughs like a Monkey.
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I was knocked off here earlier. I always smile. But, to be honest it is very annoying. That's when I seem to not-be-able Resisting. I'll mention Kerry Lauerman. O postpone my new post. I have been enjoying the collective wisdom, banter, and `Spirit.
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I postponed a bar hop visit.
There's a Monkey-Brook Lake.
You commented on my post.
I could not comment back`gin.
I wonder if others get a "square"
?
When I do I can't ever comment.
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These shared pens are not to be sad.
The Lake is called`Sarusawa-no-ike.
Translates to`Monkey-Brook Lake.
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If you know not
who I am. hear:
Like the one who cast herself
into the Lake of Moneys
I drown myself in Mirror Lake
- A Japanese woman wrote it.
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In many of the Japanese death poems the reader may sense a longing for a safe Place of Refuge. Many poems by women convey many of their Life's hardships that women encounter.
(I am reading Japanese Death Poems)
(They are Haiku - Near Death Poems)
(Editor compiled - `Yoel Hoffmann)
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Oroku married and had one male child.
Oroku married a certain Sakon, retainer
of a provincial ruler. He was very cruel.
It's sad . . . She eventually killed herself.
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Please transcend ant death notion. okay.
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And had my days been longer
still the darkness
would not leave the world -
along death's path, among the
hills - I shall behold the moon.
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KOZAN ICHIKYO wrote pre-death
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Empty handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it
My coming, my going -
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
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Two days before he died
He insisted No ceremony
He wrote this in the brush
And he died sitting upright
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I Love the word`Upright . . .
I will go visit the loco pub . . .
I swear two beers - I'm gone.
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Halloween in Butte . . .
That's in Montana
It's an isolated hill
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Halloween in Butte . . .
three cowboys resembling
Nancy Pelosi
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Maybe American can eat better
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friday eve snack with beer
purchasing 'Mountain Dew'
'Twinkies' and `Bosco'
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( I've been trying senyru)
( It's old social critic style)
( I'm Playing with senyru)
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So - I'll return on gizmo.
I hope this goes somewhere.
I sent Salon Gail the "square"
Later . . .
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Comments
There is a boy using the pen name Senyru posting poems at http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=473988.
Japanese death poems sound interesting. Recording your last words as a message to the world. Isn't that what we're doing here? Hopefully we still have a whole lot of words to share.
That's in Montana
It's an isolated hill"
It's the richest hill on Earth,
Made men into Gods,
Daly
Clark
Heinz
Copper Kings...
When driving down the pass,
Contiental Divide,
She looks like diamonds
On Black Velvet,
Beautiful at night,
My ole Butte...
Barefoot I leave it
My coming, my going -
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
I really like that. A lot.
_________________Wonderful!________________
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_Have your people call my people about lunch next week!_
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Now I will go back to your colorful painting of words.
hug to you dear art.
cool green can of mountain dew
bopped kerry real good
Wish I could borrow your muse....even for just one nano-second....
the ones after midnight or 1 AM or
I can't remember what time he said
I wrote some Senryu here
a while ago
I am getting so forgetful
I also thought I heard that the Twinkies people were
closing the shop
No more Twinkies
No more Snowballs
I loved the Snowballs
hope it is just a rumor
and what did foolish monkey do?
I am losing it
slowly a bit
every day
thank the goddesses I can get it back
when I come here to read
your lovely poems
rated with love
pick up PU's and nickels under cushions
young men innocence taken by war
FOOls FOOLS FOOLS
poet's words and senyru
gouda you really got me
you take us there.
I like the disclaimer as no nudity
but came hoping for some anyway.
is that because that's when i was born? I wonder
longing for a safe place of refuge, he tried to climb back into her womb
like the heroin addict son does in beloved. In the end she lit him on fire.
He insisted no ceremony (it was his fifth marriage after all, "let's not go too over the top this time"). Instead they kept it simple, a friday night beer with twinkies, mountain dew and bosco
Antlers thud, wet flank muscle
Sunlit snow showers, night
Haiku
Barefoot I leave it
My coming, my going -
Two simple happenings
That got entangled."
Perfect.
this is all well and good
but
wait!
this coulda been written by art james:
"`
If you know not
who I am. hear:
Like the one who cast herself
into the Lake of Moneys
I drown myself in Mirror Lake "
barhopping will probably be postponed indefinitely.
nothing but heathens in the bars.
they are amusing but
how much goddamn
spontaneous
drunken
glory
connected to the very near past
can one man take?
i dunno. do you?
i want a bar where one might say:
jap death poems on ya,
ha, here they are:
see not you how they adhere to the wisest
western wisdom, e.g.
goethe?
"Let’s plunge ourselves into the roar of time, the whirl of accident; may pain and pleasure, success and failure, shift as they will – it’s only action that can make a man.
Goethe – Action, Life
life, death, what is the goddamn difference?
One day if I don't off myself as the Japanese poets do I will find out the meaning behind gin.
xo
Our poet laureate
Leaves me with ideas of cowboy Pelosis
And Fukushima death notes
Our poet laureate
What a nice ring to that
My suicide thoughts are over now
It is good to be alive
I send condolences.
I'll invite folk to bris.
Ay dear gaud have mercy.
I no want to die and crank.
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after brunch editor
prays to Moses that
no send to inferno
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Kerry goes for bagels
Poppy seed CoCo puff
and pour Gator Aids
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brain-damaged editor
go to church on payday
and steals from coffer
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Ping!
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no soul from Purgatory
Spring!
no rob!
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Kerry go to Hooter . . .
and flirts with cowboy
gets black eye peas
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I was afraid to read
comments make tears
I sip raw cow milk
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Dr. Ziggy-Mugger-Job
He gulps 'Mountain Dew'
and burps sax & '7-Up'
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I was supposed to cease
I was to run a farm errand
I will call 9-11 & say`Mugger!
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Maybe cops bring 'Dig' Beer
It a new Spring Seasonal Beer
Fort Collins brews Hop-Beer
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The 'Dig' Beer has a shovel,
red sneakers, and good hops.
You sip and unearth froths.
It has a hint of lemon aroma.
It burst with pleasant passion.
P.S.
Never lend out your shovel, hoe,
red sneakers or your best Friend.
I sincerely thank you all nice folks.
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“What we do need to worry about is the possibility that
we will be reduced, in the face of the enormities of our time,
to silence or to mere protest.”
"A Poem of Difficult Hope"
A mighty thought, worthy of being inscribed into Eternity…………..
I see u say
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“I was afraid to read” comments. This is how it exactly should NOT be
Alas, me too, art.
“Ay dear gaud have mercy.
I no want to die and crank.”
No chance of that, I do not think…………………………………………………………..
Ping!
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no soul from Purgatory
Spring!
no rob!
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Kerry go to Hooter . . .
and flirts with cowboy
gets black eye peas
Editor Is as Nietzsche said, “human, all too human’………………
Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today.
Preface 7
One must have a good memory to be able to keep the promises one makes.
I.59
One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.
I.74
Where there is happiness, there is found pleasure in nonsense. The transformation of experience into its opposite, of the suitable into the unsuitable, the obligatory into the optional (but in such a manner that this process produces no injury and is only imagined in jest), is a pleasure; ...
I.213
We often contradict an opinion for no other reason than that we do not like the tone in which it is expressed.
He who thinks a great deal is not suited to be a party man: he thinks his way through the party and out the other side too soon.
I.579
The advantage of a bad memory is that one can enjoy the same good things for the first time several times.
I.580
N, “human all too human”
More later.