Tuesday morning poetry

I was inspired to write the following poems after reading the Chinese 9th century poet Hanshan, which I can very much recommend! If you like my humble efforts, Hanshan will give you a real treat!

poem #1

Where the rubber meets the road

and there is an old toad

Where I have my abode there

comes the code from the node

poem #2

I met her yesterday by the river

She carried that furry friend

I almost went but then stayed and

exchanged some words and smiles

What before seemed so important

became nothing in that moment

poem #3

I start to feel more empty,

that must be true success

Let me stay like this forever,

bent over a piece of paper

poem #4

To stay out of the clear path,

yet not trip over the vines

Here I am truly speechless

Why is this such a

poem #5

Bubbling pond hide beneath

dark waters immense pressure

the happiest treasure known

You can ignite it, but don’t

It would go off in a beautiful blast

but it wouldn’t last

Stay hidden in the glade

poem #6

7.13 and up since four

cold feet and bent back

bread and lentils in belly

my farts are really smelly

but my joy is out of bounds

poem #7

A heart of gold has no color

yet its brilliance is beyond blinding

What I want to tell you

is that I love you

Instead I just pass by briefly

It is better this way

behind a courteous curtain

you keep your charm

you come to no harm

poem #8

Stirring my cup of rooibos tea

the spoon plays one-two-three

notes from the Imperial March

I haven’t paid rent since April

thinking of it my heart springs

enchanted this magical morning

poem #9

Frosty morning clouds like pink baguettes

Windows steamy with one person’s breath

The roar of an aluminum albatross

Ocean waves of commuting cars

A bird unheard of, the dog lark

with it first bark, a snark remark

a stark awakening in the park.

poem #10

The less I know myself

the more I love myself

Those who say ‘know thyself’

really mean the opposite

Walk the path which is not marked

it is infinitely broad

Be the place which is nowhere

and you are everywhere at once

Control something to the utmost degree

divide the moment infinitesimally

Thus inverting reality

you can set yourself free

poem #11

Am I exhausted?

Then let me be

like a barren tree

on desert sand

The last drop of water

of a cement cylinder

I swear, yet

my mouth is sealed

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