Merging into my present past memories regretful actions only I can remember thoughts of oblivion cloud my heavy head the rain keeps pouring pouring pouring down the witch is drowning and can’t escape she promises for change and grow so many lives have passed dust is forming pyramids mummies stalk unpaved streets u turns deadContinue reading ““Set me free””
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Om Mani Padme Hum ~~Celebrate not Celibate
Once upon a time I considered living in a monastery. Temple life seemed so much more peaceful than worldly living. However, Theravada Buddhism monks must be celibate. I wondered why but never talked about it with the monks. So this is my fantasy poem for all my monk friends who live a life of celibacy.Continue reading “Om Mani Padme Hum ~~Celebrate not Celibate”
Mean to Me
feeling on the verge of sadness so I write a free-verse–helps to set me free. I’m mean to you I’m mean to myself tho I don’t mean to be It’s this feeling inside my stomach bloated with inertia aches in my joints makes me mean keeps me mean yelling at the dogs “stop it–stop scratching”Continue reading “Mean to Me”
All about Tanka~~Live
Genie Nakano will be doing a live presentation of her tanka poems, a brief discussion about the history of tanka, performing her tanka/prose and who knows what else…it’s Live. Golden Fan a tanka/prose performance by Genie Nakano
Soothing Sound
a storm knocked out all the lights sitting in darkness the soothing sound of a clock ticking Genie Nakano originally published in Gusts a Canadian Tanka journal “Seiko” watches were “Seikosha” a long time ago. This clock keeps on going…
Moving Mountains~~Yoga with Chairs
Together we movemountains I MISS ALL MY FRIENDS. GenieYogini@yahoo.com
Kaze
photography by Raphael Raphael, 2020 wind blowing through my hair there is so little time let’s leap above the gust and dance with the wind Genie Nakano, originally published in My book–Storyteller
Invitation to Peace
Invitation to Peace early morning these days no T.V. no radio prone to quietness I meditate everyday the same way like sitting on a rabbit’s foot I feel safe and lucky bound by our desires I watch the incense rise busy busy busy thoughts busy buzzing clear the space toss them out watch them flyContinue reading “Invitation to Peace”
gems
rocks in a tumbler i have settled with time polishing the gems Genie Nakano (originally published in Ribbons and Spillwords)
2020 BLUES
This poem is written by my poet friend Selma Benjamin. She is 101 years old. She has been through the holocaust. She is gentle, kind, and very wise. Here is one out of her hundreds of poems that she has given me permission to print. Here goes: 2020 BLUES Crazy plague from unknown sourceMakes usContinue reading “2020 BLUES”
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