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 13, 2009 1:35:20 GMT -5
11/12/09
A window rattles
In its frame, complaining of
A door shut downstairs.
Old houses tattle on each
Tenant as we come and go.
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Post by inume on Nov 13, 2009 14:20:58 GMT -5
Bushy tail squirrel
Your bottom is getting fat
I'm glad your ready
For winter's cruel wind and snow
I wish I could hibernate.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 13, 2009 22:59:57 GMT -5
11/13/09
The night is darker
And chill is the wind blowing
Off the endless sea.
Still they live beneath bridges
Waiting with their empty bowls.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 14, 2009 15:30:53 GMT -5
11/14/09
A shadow flutters
Past the window, another,
Maple leaves falling.
What must it be like to die
Dancing upon a cool breeze?
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Post by inume on Nov 14, 2009 23:59:48 GMT -5
Forbidden knowledge
Pillages my sanity
I should not know this
But the stars are right tonight
And the cultists are restless.
(yeah, I've probably been reading too much HP Lovecraft)
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 15, 2009 10:47:23 GMT -5
I have return'd home
With the odor of salt fires
Still fresh in my nose;
Memories of my dear friends
Shall linger, ever-joyful.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 15, 2009 17:55:05 GMT -5
11/15/09
To know who she is
I would walk her narrow streets
And meet her people.
Like Genji I wish to see
Who lives inside that screened room.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 16, 2009 8:35:39 GMT -5
Deep in the forest
Ancient stones lie waiting still
To find life anew
What new wonders can be found
In such ancient hallow'd ground?
Comment: We head for Angkor Wat tomorrow. Bassho come to mind, actually...
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 16, 2009 17:02:09 GMT -5
11/16/09
Once more, dawn intrudes,
Poking bright fingers at each
Night shuttered crack.
A dog barks at some
Early passerby, I sigh and rise.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 17, 2009 13:12:12 GMT -5
11/17/09
The first impression
Is all dash and elegance
That delights the eye.
But can he write a poem
That reveals his true merit? ;-D
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Post by inume on Nov 17, 2009 13:43:03 GMT -5
The patties are ice,
Frozen, just like me, in time.
I sit in statis;
Bored and so unsatisfied -
This ronan needs a master!
(I'm getting very bored with my unemployment - but the economy and job market does not care. C'est la vie!)
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 18, 2009 18:33:34 GMT -5
11/19/09
Loyalty, friendship,
And a strong moral code
Are hardly vices.
One may do far worse than to
Be born into the Dog's Year.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 18, 2009 18:53:31 GMT -5
(Transcribed from paper:)
The wild green grasses
Peek out from ancient stones
Crush'd beneath the trees;
Now only the memory
of bells echoes through the halls.
AND...
Where once mighty kings
Sat 'neath golden parasols
Now grow only weeds;
Where is that ancient splendor
In this modern period?
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Post by inume on Nov 18, 2009 22:32:40 GMT -5
Twisting juniper
Stands strong with cloudy berries.
Winter cannot kill
Nor the ages touch this tree.
What is it's secret of youth?
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Post by inume on Nov 19, 2009 14:06:16 GMT -5
Rainy, lazy day
Ink sits in a cake and waits
The paper blank too
The dog curled up and sleeping
Only squirrels still working.
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