I am an ancient personI believein the presence of the pastin our present livesNarayan Kaudinya(a fellow blogger on WordPress) Thousands of years agothe Buddha saidwe have 6 senses…sightsmelltouchhearingmind Imaginea world beyondhuman senseswhat isthe _______th Sense. Genie Nakano, Agust, 2020 Photos by Genie Nakano. Angor Wat, Cambodia and Sunrise in Thar Desert, India
Category Archives: poems
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”
AUGUST MOON~~tanka series
AUGUST MOON standing under an August moon no pockets in my flimsy flowered dress my hands have no home heat rises up my dress nothings underneath a breeze whispers I can’t help but blush plumeria scented breeze streaming down a moonbeam this night perfect for romance yet I’m here all alone Genie Nakano This wasContinue reading “AUGUST MOON~~tanka series”
Afternoon of Tanka Poetry
Four thousand years old, tanka/waka is the oldest form of poetry in Japan. Coming to America 1957 and flourishing all over the world. July 29, Thursday 2:00P PM join us….
chill
If only the world were squareit wouldfit betterin my refrigerator Genie nakano
Gambate Julian
My Nephew Julianflies to Switzerlandrainbow boysushi, Swiss cheesea quarter Japanese Socceris his winning ticketGambatethe goal is Julians!
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
moving into lightness
my lover saysa childhood full of hardshipmade me strongit brought us togethermoving towards the light Genie Nakano
Dream
monday, mondaydon’t want to get out of bedkeep the dreams rollingwhile I lay awake Genie Nakano
Liar Liar pants on Fire
(David Abe is pronounced David Abey) Evil David Abe cheated us out of everything he’s doomed in the doorway times about to fall we trusted David Abe a handshake and words enough naive and blind husband walks old fashioned trusting his fellow man a million stars whirling and twirling down the drain sucked by darknessContinue reading “Liar Liar pants on Fire”
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