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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2018 9:20:54 GMT -5
A long week's waiting Still the daimyo sits silent Today the meeting Do we spring into action Or is the war now over
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 21, 2018 0:56:41 GMT -5
A long road traveled Mostly in darkness Ends with warm welcome. What fun it is to visit Friends I don't often get to see.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 6:53:18 GMT -5
This festival is when those who have left return I see more gray hairs The youngsters look like we did Change and stasis are the same
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2018 8:50:01 GMT -5
Finally the sun shines through my morning window Old paper is sad Time to refresh the shoji Show a new face to the world
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 23, 2018 0:15:21 GMT -5
04.21.18 - (my first tipsy poem. It doesn't quite make sense)
words cannot describe the evening I have just had I thought it started with an absolute, "HELLO!" but dessert was fireworks!
04.22.18 - (brought to you by a bucket list night at The French Laundry)
Each presentation Encapsulates a story From a perspective Unknown to me until now Food will never be the same
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 23, 2018 9:26:22 GMT -5
Two from the road this weekend:
April 21: Willing hands and feet To remember our training I must hold the field. As I count bruises later I am not discontented.
April 22: Jade eyes assess me: "NOW!" he cries, then turns away, Flicking his striped tail. "NOW!" he leaps into my lap To accept the worship due.
And one for today:
April 23: I can never know What a Monday morning holds, Knowing only this: It is impossible to Compose by a ringing phone.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 9:31:40 GMT -5
Warm orange sunrise at the peaks of Eastern hills. Clear days at long last. Waiting at the feet of time my hold on the wheel rises.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 24, 2018 0:09:35 GMT -5
May the stones ahead Mark your next horizon line
Rather than your fall
I will remember your eyes Full of love and adventure.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2018 8:28:07 GMT -5
Rain moistens the world, but now at least the air smells of budding trees and not of thawing ice and rot. New life fills the damp planet.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 24, 2018 23:46:32 GMT -5
No peaceful garden Awaits me with writing tools And floating wine cups. I sit in a quiet house, Wondering what I should write.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 25, 2018 0:03:08 GMT -5
No more words today Tomorrow is a big test And I need my rest More poetry to follow Thanks for your understanding
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2018 6:22:30 GMT -5
The castle seems far Not just in space, but in time And the planners doubt That it will ever exist May be a dream built on sand
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 26, 2018 0:08:08 GMT -5
He wanders slowly As if drunk or half asleep Across my window. First warm, then chilly, springtime Is confusing for a bee.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2018 10:54:28 GMT -5
Shrieks fill the castle. There is running and shouting. What is happening? Are we being attacked, or just invaded by children?
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 27, 2018 1:09:37 GMT -5
04.25.18
oh San Francisco! I fell in and out of love with you by my side my silent constant sidekick in this thing I call my life.
04.26.18
when brambles obscure and block your journey upward fight your way through it the valleys from your journey are beautiful from above.
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