Money money moneyHow much do you makeHow much do you takebeads, sugar and spiceslet’s trade with good will Ask a personhow much money do you makeit’s unpresidentialor “how old are you”impolite–crude and crass My income–Retirement–450 dollars a monthSocial SecurityIt’s all so boring and pettyI’m 73 and moving up A billionaire friend of mineasked what’s thisContinue reading “Okane–Lakshmi–$”
Monthly Archives: November 2021
Tick Tock~~Free verse
There’s an error sorry the number #44 is a typographical error when I tried to move my poem to wordpress. Hope you understand??
my lover~~Tanka
my lover tells all my secrets nothing stays inside a paper sliding door torn by the wind Genie Nakano
The Canyon Poets~~featuring Genie Nakano
IDENTITY“`tanka
I was born with two strikes against me Asian and…my mother didn’t like me I wanted to be golden wear a curly blonde crown of Shirley Temple locks Into my teens I streamed, oye orale pues orale pues I poemed my story right on write on Blackness became my call I danced the moves woreContinue reading “IDENTITY“`tanka”
meditation meltdown~~revised
Sky you’ve been holding on too longpour it on my droughtful mind.Picking, pokingon myselfI’m alrightand so is heI’m not a Buddha yet.There’s more to come outof this cagethe Zebra goes firstthen others followsome crawl, some swim, some even fly Melting downthe yellow chakraI care less and lessfor what’sout thereJust want to touchthose states of blissletContinue reading “meditation meltdown~~revised”
armor ~~haiku
Melting the armoroff my shoulders…meditation Genie Nakano, November 8, 2021
there are days like this…tanka series
there are days like this… the weatherhas changed to misty greysummerheld in check and global heatis swept under cover that is…until the fires sweep againstrange thingshappening to our air, waters, soilstirring doubts at tea parties why bear childrenin a world that won’t be aroundmuch longerso the prophets claim I still have hopeI guess–maybe–who careslet theContinue reading “there are days like this…tanka series”
5:00 AM
sometimes I fall when I smell the back of your neck like a puzzle falling into place Genie Nakano, 1991
Orale Pues~~Tanka
born in ELA barrios I live in a world of dualities in my tight skirt and sweater I can cha cha ‘n hully gully down but I don’t know who I am I peroxide my black hair red rat it high, rat it high pierce my ears with catholic cross orale pues-sansei Buddha- head becomeContinue reading “Orale Pues~~Tanka”