I sing upon a star coyote by my side earth trembles with aches and growing pains a birth overdue Genie Nakano originally published in “Coloring In”, 2016
Category Archives: poems
Long Overdue
I sing upon a star coyote near my side earth trembles with aches and growing pains a birth long overdue Genie Nakano originally published in “Coloring In”, 2016
Burrowing Deep…A Hybrid Survives
A Tanka Response beginning with Genie Nakano from Los Angeles, CA, United States and Gerry Jacobson from Canberra, Australia–Australia’s Capital.Gerry’s tanka are italicized. Governor declares our city is in drought barefooted in the falling rain happy I don’t believe oh there’s carbon in the air and the levee is dry for the climate is aContinue reading “Burrowing Deep…A Hybrid Survives”
Rebirthing
I try to keep up and optimistic but these are very trying times and I’ve had some dismal thoughts. Writing always keeps me from falling off the edge. So here goes another one…. It’s too much on to another life, she said as she pointed the gun to her head she forgot the rule ofContinue reading “Rebirthing”
“Set me free”
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””
Thrive
Somewhere in the land of enchantment heroines live, thrive… Kamala Harris Genie Nakano, August 21, 2020
Prayer
I was much younger then little confidence yet, lots of determination no choice but to fly Genie Nakano, 8/20
Caravan
caravan rideacross the Thar desert sandsI pretendwe are gypsiespartners in passion
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”
River dreams…
Flowing down a river of dreamscool soothing mistsmy berry lipsdarkened by the sunwelcome the unknown Genie Nakano, August 15, 2020