Short Poems (Untitled)
why do Universities have
to be beautiful
be sanctuaries, oases,
places of
special refuge, towers
and spires forever
looking down
***
The camera
circled
gobbling her beauty
hovered
like a predatory bird
locking her shape
in a prison of light
for our delight
****
coax me; coach me
I need to know the Zen of
how to rake your garden
****
I went back to the
Zen tarot and
got the card for
turning inside
which was OK I suppose
had I not wanted
to shapeshift this evening.
****
In the Zen slow
fast-food restaurant
everybody gets a
courtesy haiku or senryu
together with their burger
and greasy fries
****
Close the window
fasten the door
forget that
wandering thinker
posing questions on
life and meaning,
human life should
keep itself
to itself, self- contained and
small.
****
a snowflake
melting in my hand - gone
before I might question it
****
She waited for him
on her side, the
other side of death
and when
he returned the joy of their reunion
filled a dead ocean with
joy's tears
****
The world
dissolved, fell
to pieces
but your beautiful poem survives
inside me
to annihilate it will
take an entropy far stronger.
****
Watching its wings unfold
splash the air iridescent yellow
I was pleased to bring
the butterfly into
existence and
pass it
on to you.
****
eat tofu
study Kung Fu
write haiku
no snafu
****
When I broached the
subject of multi-tasking with
my Zen master
he gave me a object lesson
in dodging his stick.
****
Can a grasshopper jump
from leaf to leaf, line
line
as freely, easily as
you can, reader,
in your
stillness so deceptive?
****
With handheld camera
you film me as I wander off
the beaten track
say goodbye to the city, all
concrete and ash
wait
for dissolving rain.
****
The storm rages around the Zen garden
sweeps past as intense as
Holy Fire
and yet not a grain of sand touched
the silence
still entire
****
a cow in
a quantum field
is probably eating
grass on
other side of the Universe
where these words
are not being
shared with anyone but
you
****
God, finding
our physics too simplistic
conjured up the word "quantum"
out of nothing. Obviously.
****
as she undressed
the quantum lady
told her lover-to-be
to cherish her
being so particular about
who she collapses
wave-fronts with
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Zero Gravity
PoetryCollection of New Poems 2012/(2013) as well as published poems from as far back as the mid 1980s --published in poetry magazines and literary journals from as early as mid 1980s tgrough to 2011. Please visit my poetry blog at Wordpress. damian2649
