my birthday—
yellow dust blows in
from China
Masahisa Fukuda
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No big deal
Even in the dust bowls
Life goes on
Some perish
Some thrive
I am
One such survivor
Who feels love tumble down
From the top of the mountain
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
my birthday—
yellow dust blows in
from China
Masahisa Fukuda
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No big deal
Even in the dust bowls
Life goes on
Some perish
Some thrive
I am
One such survivor
Who feels love tumble down
From the top of the mountain
the spirit, the truth
of silent prayer—
just the moon on the road
Kikusha-Ni
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And so your answer
Is also my answer
Your opening gambit
Is also my first question
Yet it is I
Who am by the harbour
With sailing boats
Ready for salt water
My coffee is black
And seriously strong
My cigarette’s tobacco
Is probably from Virginia
Although it is pervaded
In a gold packet
Bearing the name. of the man
Who founded New York
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
the piercing cold—
in our bedroom, stepping
on my dead wife’s comb
Busan Yosa
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Your words
Took away my words
Your emotions
Trampled all over mine
Such that
All there being left
Was the gold dust
Of wherewithal
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
moonlight—
a sand dune
shifts
Virginia Brady Young
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Even before the day on the sand dunes
I thought many times
Many, many times
Of moving out
Of moving on
Often invited
Though sometimes not
Often
Overstaying my welcome
Though sometimes not
Raging
In and out
Of a veritable state
Of perplexity
Or ecstasy
the wind
forced to blow
on concrete, steel, and glass
Jack Cain
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Yesterday’s uplifting breeze
Carried with it
Today’s dampening rain
Yet my spirits are lifted
For the farmers and the gardeners
Need their plants, and their lands, to be refreshed
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan