in the airport, i stop mid-stride, a fish has my attention.
One Fish… Airport Fish? [Haiku]
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Limerick of the German Baker
There was a royal baker in Germany
whose bread the king despised fervently.
The king issued a decree:
Death, or bread passing light times three!
The baker twisted dough so three holes showed,
and bestowed it earnestly.
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DAILY PHOTO: Gommateshwara, Shravanbelagola
Ship on the Horizon [Sonnet]
You see that one ship out on the horizon,
and feel that unique tang of loneliness.
There's far, far too much blank sea to thrive in,
and all the makings for keen ghostliness.
That boat will soon be passing beyond sight,
and maybe it will falter, maybe sink.
The sea has created a million plights,
and hazards there will honor no strict brinks.
In Shakespeare, ships are lost, often as not.
See: "Tempest," "Merchant," "Pericles,” and so on.
Perhaps, you'll say that today isn't so fraught
with maritime menace and sea demons.
Why more vexed than those who keep ships running?
'Cause sailors will never, ever, see it coming.
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Skyward [Tanka]
i look skyward, and others stop to look. those who wonder why I'm looking up, might wonder why they weren't.
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Black Sand Beach [Haiku]
the black sand beach is no less pristine, but the mind feels it is.
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DAILY PHOTO: A Tiny Beach in Southern Bali
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Five Wise Lines from Leaves of Grass
Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles.
Walt Whitman, “miracles”
The American contempt for statues and ceremonies, the boundless impatience for restraint…
Walt whitman, “Song of the Broad-axe”
I exist as I am, that is enough. If no other in the world would be aware I sit content. And if each and all be aware I sit content.
walt whitman, “Song of myself”
I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.
walt whitman, “song of myself”
If any thing is sacred the human body is sacred.
Walt whitman, “i sing the body electric”
NOTES: Numerous editions exist between the 1855 and 1892 (deathbed) edition. It’s available for free on Project Gutenberg at: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1322
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Frangipani [Haiku]
frangipani bloom on a barren branch; turn away, it falls.
