Two Haiku

Jun. 4th, 2012 07:28 pm
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A couple of days ago, John wrote me a lovely haiku:

radiant sunbeams
hide in shame behind the clouds
my wife has woken

Today, I was able to respond:

my husband's return
is more brilliant than the moon
whose beams light his way
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little hovering body
powder blue and black
busily dancing here and there
above a small green pond
water gurgles, ripples
under the spreading oaks
with their green leaves
and lush crop of young acorns
harmonizing the cicada’s hum
as a cool wind blows
and Pan plays his endless, silent, song
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O, thou gods above in Heaven assembled,
with Apollo, master of poesy,
and sisters nine, lend aid
to my faltering pen!
And may generous Demeter,
that blesseth all growth,
be pleased with my humble song!

For how shalt I sing the praises
of that perfect wonder,
the blue corn chip?
Or how shalt I describe
the admiration that stealeth
so subtly into mine heart
when I do behold its inky form?

For that I must first praise the corn:
blessed grain, fruit of Demeter,
gift of the Americas;
Thou grain! Which normally standeth
row upon row in golden glory.
Thou grain! Which feedeth millions,
animal and human alike.
Thou grain! Which, being duly processeth,
giveth ethanol to fuel the engines of the world.
How, then, in the mists of time,
didst thou come to lose thy customary hue?
What genius didst possess thee
to change the bright gleams of Helios
for Nox’s midnight hue?
What wonder must the first man have felt
that saw the first blue corn ear?
This strange permutation of the so-familiar food?
How eagerly he grasped thee!
How carefully saved the seed!
How anxiously watched the next planting
hoping to see the strain renewed!
And oh, the joy to see the seedlings,
grown tall and strong,
bearing their own strange indigo fruit.
Well he knew to what purpose he would put it!

For that I must now praise the corn tortilla:
Plump, ripe ears grown ripe with Earth’s bounty,
Oh ears! Which, man wantonly strippeth of their kernels.
Oh, kernels! Which, dried and ground, produceth flour.
Oh flour! Which, mixed with water and salt,
and shapéd into round discs,
cooketh on a hot surface,
to become the tortilla.
Thou bread! Manna, not of Heaven
but of Earth!
Thou soft, flat, round circle!
Thou versatile holder of fillings
too numerous to mention!
The burrito, the chimichanga,
the tostada, the enchilada,
the simple taco,
are all fruits of thee!
All hail thou, most humble
yet most great!
And, when divided into triangular sections,
Behold! Thou becometh the tortilla chip!

For that I must now praise the chip:
Thou singular intersection of form and function!
Thou perfect paragon of Pythagorean principles!
Thou staunch supporter of salsa
and upholder of queso!
Oh my Muse!
When I do think upon
the crispiness and mealyness of thy texture!
When I do meditate upon the slight amount of oil,
which giveth such a pleasant mouthfeel to each bite
and a slight amount of umaminess
to thy flavor!
When I do peruse the saltiness,
the subtle sweetness of thee,
unadornéd of toppings!
And, withal, clothéd in majesty,
with queso, chili, and jalepeno,
thou appeareth in grand state
as the glorious nacho!

Finally, O my Muse!
Do not desert me now!
For that I may now sing the praises
of that perfect triangular form,
of that perfect tortilla flavor,
of that perfect grain of grains,
of that perfect blueness of blueness,
the blue tortilla chip!
Hail, O hail!
Thou goddess among mortals!
Thou beautiful beyond beautiful!
Thou divine food!
Hail, O hail!
Child of Earth,
color of Heaven,
wonder of wonders,
thou blue tortilla chip!
Crunch!
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dawn in Sonoma
—in one week, how life changes—
dusk in Monterey

fog in the distance,
I see spires—there it is!
the Golden Gate Bridge

northward—hills, rocks, sun—
top down, wind in our faces
the slight smell of salt

cool misty morning
turns to bright, hot, sunny day,
tinted with green vines

the smell of growing
grapes—heavy, intense, pungent—
the promise of wine

throughout the valleys
the varying taste of wine;
dark, smooth, dry, sweet, clear

sunny and hot or
breezy chill—San Francisco—
and boy, all those hills!

Golden Gate Park—I
open a door into a
Japanese landscape

sushi, Asian art,
views of Alcatraz, chocolate,
dim sum, Chinatown

Carmel—sun, sand, surf—
the Pacific from this side—
and then Monterrey

Belovéd

May. 10th, 2007 06:47 am
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My dear belovéd,
I want to hear only one person in the world, and that’s you,
I want to see only one person in the world, and that’s you,
I want to touch only one person in the world, and that’s you,
I want to hold only one person in the world, and that’s you,
I want to cherish only one person in the world
And that’s you.

I want to hold only one person in the world, and that’s you,
I want to make love to only one person in the world, and that’s you,
I want to raise children with only one person in the world, and that’s you,
I want to live with only one person in the world, and that’s you,
I want to love only one person in the world,
And that’s you.
For all the rest of my life.
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To all things there is a time
To all events an ebb and flow
Submerge the self within the river
Be carried whither the current takes you
Thus you shall arrive
Not where you thought you would be
But where you should be
Or in other words:
You will reach the end when you reach the end
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a hot summer thought—
none of my ancestresses
remained virgins long

***

the mountain thunders
and erupts—pain and pleasure
mingle in his face

***

trembling with delight
scared-happy, humble-proud—yes
that is loving you

Waiting

Jan. 7th, 2007 08:27 pm
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Waiting
makes me very impatient sometimes
pacing to and fro
unable to concentrate
the drum of worry pounding
ever louder in my ears
more and more frantic
till I lose control
and vent my emotions
wildly, upon the very thing I had wanted
with much intensity
very embarrassing
but there is another kind of waiting

Waiting
for what I know not
standing silent and remote
often upon a cool spring night
observing the noise around me muted
the sights blurred as if I am removed from the world
and my thoughts wander to and fro
music flits inside my brain
where I am I no longer know
inside my body, or half in space
turning a stranger’s glance on an intimate friend
forced by the chill to leave
not sure if I have found that which I have waited for
minute upon minute, hour after hour
glancing back one last time
as if the next passing shape
might be the messenger I was waiting for
I seem to have spent my whole life in this fashion

Waiting
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clouds cover the sky,
the great darkness and greyness
depresses me greatly

***

chill wind, wintry breath,
cold sun, snowy sky—earth sleeps,
dreaming sudden storms

***

grey cloudy drizzle
cold damp sameness everywhere
let's brew more coffee!

Sanctuary

Nov. 29th, 2006 09:57 pm
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when you come home
at the end of the day
and the weight of the world is on your shoulders
come to me
I’ll be here
when the daily humdrums and cares,
the tiny pinprick problems
grow too heavy
come to me
I’ll be there
don’t be afraid
to show me that you’re weak
don’t feel that you must always be strong
I lean on your for so much
my love
sometimes, it’s fair
for you to lean on me
tell me your troubles
I will listen
although I may not be able to solve them for you
tell me your fears
I will hold you
put my arms around you
cradle you against my heart
and give you my love
come to me
I’ll be here
when fate causes you frustration
when people cause you headaches
when all the world seems against you
come to me
I’ll be here
my love
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cascading color
a rainbow riot of leaves
autumn trees in bloom

***

autumn day—garage sale signs—
driving home from work,
a buzzard drifts overhead

***

the year’s detritus—
see how the autumn leaves fall—
so softly sighing
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yellowbrown grass
a brittle carpet
coarsely breaking under my feet
darkstark trees
pillars reaching high
barely holding up the sky
thickgrey clouds
a low dull ceiling
scraped by sharp branches
hillwalls close around me
binding me, shutting me in
and I cry

All Places

Aug. 7th, 2006 05:35 pm
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I am the cat who walks by himself,
and all places are alike to me.


I am the cat who walks by herself,
and every place is new to me.

At the Campbell’s they have a pair
of snooty Siamese twins
that look down their noses at me.
But the Goldens next door
have four who are friends
Anne, Beth, Chloe, and Dee.

At the Hastings’ they feed
a dozen or more
ferals and strays every day.
But the Thompsons, I know,
hate cats to be sure—
so there I don’t genr’lly stay.

At McDougal’s I greet
a funny pooch with no hair
who yaps something fierce after dark.
But the Saunders keep two—
and for them, as I know—
their bites are much worse than their barks.

At the West’s there’s a wall
not short but quite wide
where I like to sing now and then.
But the Otts over there
hate my score and they both
throw old smelly shoes at my end.

At the Austen’s I linger—
here’s a boycat that’s eager—
alas that my folks had me fixed!
Then I head along home
to my own—and once there—
I wake them all up prompt at six!

I am the cat who walks by herself,
and every place is new to me.

The Beast

Jul. 6th, 2006 07:12 pm
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I see the beast—
sitting
in the shadows
I see the beast—
skulking
in a corner
I see the beast—
lurking
in its den
I see the beast—
squatting
like a loathsome toad
I see the beast—
heavy, bloated, menacing
waiting
to be dealt with
I see the beast—
that squat, ungainly, ugly
heap of metal
that pile of plastic
I see the beast—
LCD displays glowing
like evil, malevolent eyes
blinking at me:
“Please clear paper jam.”
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sighing waves of sound
trembling branches, rustling leaves—
a forest speaking

***

mockingbird on high
hiding in green summer leaves
sings of coming storms

***

lo, the burning sun!
thirsty throats ache for relief—
a glass of water

***

cicadas murmur
the day’s baking heat softens—
horizontal sun
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I shall sing of myself,
and purr myself,
governing as I hold sway
I shall sing of myself,
says the cat on the shelf,
monarch of all I survey


whether long-haired Persian
of luxurious white
or disappearing into
the blackness of night

I shall sing of myself,
and purr myself,
governing as I hold sway
I shall sing of myself,
says the cat on the shelf,
monarch of all I survey


regal Siamese dressed
in robes of changeful hue
sparkling wisdom
in eyes so blue

I shall sing of myself,
and purr myself,
governing as I hold sway
I shall sing of myself,
says the cat on the shelf,
monarch of all I survey


grey tabby prowling
in silence serene
or dainty calico playing
a prim, mincing queen

I shall sing of myself,
and purr myself,
governing as I hold sway
I shall sing of myself,
says the cat on the shelf,
monarch of all I survey


lord, or lady, ruling
over all, alone
I reign over all I see,
And all I view I own

I shall sing of myself,
and purr myself,
governing as I hold sway
I shall sing of myself,
says the cat on the shelf,
monarch of all I survey


spider and mouse,
cockroach, louse
centipede and flea
even the dog—even he—

I shall sing of myself,
and purr myself,
governing as I hold sway
I shall sing of myself,
says the cat on the shelf,
monarch of all I survey


so now I have spoken,
so that you might see
so now I am finished,
all pay homage to me!
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sunshine pours out of
cloud holes—-flustered rain gods cry:
"we need more duct tape!"

***

the rough winds of spring
make me restless—I desire
to see sakura
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Blood feeds blood
Blood calls blood
Blood is,
and blood was,
and blood shall ever be.

---The Wheel of Time, Robert Jordan


wine is blood
blood is fire
fire is sun
sun is life

******

energy created by a faraway star
born on a blue oasis
intoxicated with the breath of life
the bloodwine of the universe
coursing in my veins
each heartbeat binds me
I am one with the cosmos
my blood is its life

******

crush the grapes and make the wine
crush the veins and make the blood
crush the heart and make the life

******

bloodwine
sunfire
let life burn in my veins!

You

Feb. 6th, 2006 08:02 am
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you--
just you
my sweet wonderful kind loving you
so old
and so new
a marvel, a miracle,
out of the blue--
my sweet wonderful kind loving you
how do I deserve?
what in the world do I do?
my you
my wonderful you
what did I do?
what can I do?
to deserve you
you--
my sweet wonderful kind loving you
I can't get enough
and all I want
is to keep you,
keep loving you,
my loving you
my sweet wonderful kind loving you
sweet wonderful loving caring amazing astounding adorable marvelous miraculous...
you--
just...
you
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pale golden shining
comes Dawn the herald—gleaming
in the misty morn

Moon as in answer
silver mirror fading—sinks
sadly in dark west

now Sun comes swiftly
bright red-gold fire rising—
into cloudy east

clouds flame, light piercing
sweeping the morning sky clear—
Lightbringer, Sky Lord

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