I wantto be nobody for nowwatch the skyturn colorswhile sipping tea then somebodypops in againand screams for morehaven’t got much time leftgotta gotta gotta what’s the hurrylet the breeze catch mewhyrushdestiny re-arrangingpieces of my mindwhile the wind echoscenturies catchmomentsbeforethey fall… Genie Nakano, December 4, 2021, revised
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Okane–Lakshmi–$
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–$”
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
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
First time~~haiku
raw oystersshe remembers herfirst time Genie Nakano