Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 17, 2016 17:19:45 GMT -5
Auschwitz, Tule Lake, Manzanar, Dachau, Topaz, Birkenau and Heart Mountain. Have we not been here before Amid those barbed wire fences?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 19:54:48 GMT -5
Already rumors of retribution travel from victorious shugo to the trembling ears of the fearful populace.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 19, 2016 1:13:49 GMT -5
Too many thoughts whirl Like dead leaves scuttling before A capricious wind. Sometimes the only relief Is retreat to solitude.
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Post by momoyama on Nov 19, 2016 8:17:25 GMT -5
Bright lights big city out for the day with fam'ly enjoying sights, shops. Back to the world, mountains, fog start the fire, sip a nice beer
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 8:51:27 GMT -5
So soon so soon the cold cold winds blow through our lives. Away with comfort. Sooner than we can away, colder comfort, lives are through.
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Post by aoyamanarime on Nov 19, 2016 14:14:09 GMT -5
I have been too lax In my poetic duties: A week has gone by! Mundane life has a way of Keeping us from what we love.
Maples in the yard Have green leaves turning yellow. The wind blows fiercely. Rumors of snow are circling Like the leaves caught in the breeze.
Art can do much more Than merely entertain us. Art can also be A vehicle for truth that Speaks without apology.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 20, 2016 14:14:21 GMT -5
Exhaustion so thick I did not make time to write After a long day. Rain chatters at windowpanes So I shall sip tea and rest.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 20:40:25 GMT -5
Crows circle the sky Snow rattles the window panes Wind blows through the trees Winter is just beginning The world isn't ending but
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 20, 2016 21:15:28 GMT -5
Day 14 Look, up in the sky, Faster than a bullet* and Leaping tall buildings More powerful, still, than a Locomotive**: supermoon.
Day 15: The glow off her skin Shines through the translucent silk Which she sweeps away; Even as the sun rises She continues to look on.
Day 16 Wings, tinted scarlet Her dear Butler by her side On the breeze, they fly, Wild geese, into the sunset, Truly, they're Gan with the Wind.
Day 17: A frog in a well Believes himself to be king Of all he surveys; If he saw the world beyond Would he hop out or back in?
Day 18: Is the hour so late? As they say, Tempus Fugit! Where does it all go? The cherry blossom petals Never cease in their descent.
Day 19 The temple bells chime Blending with the festive chants Of the street dancers Suddenly, a cold wind blows Down from Arashiyama.
Day 20: The indecent winds Strip all the noble ladies Of their fall colors Stark and proud, they stand there still Like Godiva in the streets.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 21, 2016 22:39:08 GMT -5
To my left, sunrise Breaches a rampart of clouds Heavy with raindrops. Briefly a rainbow straddles The island before the storm.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2016 6:59:18 GMT -5
On the sandy beach, waves of recriminations break and flow back to the sea that gave birth to them. This has ever been their way.
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Post by momoyama on Nov 22, 2016 9:55:09 GMT -5
Up the rough cut road chill in the air, mud and sweat expectations soar two years of fruitless searching exhaustion, views, that is all
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 23, 2016 1:19:21 GMT -5
Old houses whisper And creak, all settling timbers And groaning hinges. Who comes and goes downstairs is Reported by slamming doors.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 20:43:11 GMT -5
See the horizon Between us and it lies naught but corruption and the filth of lives misspent. Pity it is our future.
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Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 24, 2016 1:25:20 GMT -5
How can I be her, That girl peeling apples at The kitchen table? "These Foolish Things" remind me Of Grandmother even now.
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