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Redeeming Feature: Senryu

REDEEMING FEATURE

I’ve been taking stock
At least I’m good at one thing
Fallibility

One Paradoxical View

ONE PARADOXICAL VIEW

Use me, use me better I pray
Than I know how to use my self

Inside outside of one One
Yes, always yin yang yet
Acknowledging oneness
Still upsize the upside
Downsize the downside
Or at times the other
Always yin yang yet still
Upside downside of one One
Sitting, standing, walking
Differentiating this from that
Am I not still not One? Or not?

Use me, use me better I pray
Than I know how to use my self

Five Things I Wish They Taught In School

FIVE COUNTERINTUITIVE TRAITS OF HIGHLY EVOLVED HUMANS

Engrossed

ENGROSSED

Here it is we are
You see I write we not I
A work in progress

Verdict

VERDICT

Fully acknowledged
This terminality of ours
It’s about our value

It’s about what we’re worth
And uncovering who devised
The scale that measured it so

It’s about fighting or giving up
It’s about fighting for life
It’s like being like water

It’s about laughing daily
In the face of death
It’s about life

And dancing
Life and dancing
Until the end

And beyond

Masks Of The Crustacean (Republished)

MASKS OF THE CRUSTACEAN

I would say the secrets of my soul
Yet trust no one to their hearing
Some keep silence, some keep talking
When they find they have nothing to say
And the fulfilled don’t write

Lame excuses and sprung steel alibis
Meshed fast in the complexities of pain
(Only my pleasures are simple)
Masks of the crustacean
Designed to reveal what they disguise

Playing at love like a game of chess
Not well, not badly, just lazily
Without due regard to the consequences of my moves
Reading too many fairy tales
And kissing far too many frogs

The generous truth is a beggar to find
Buried deep among the unsuspected cruelties of the small print
(When God finished the world
He saw that it was perfect
… And then of course He began wondering what to do next … )

Security in a pound note, safety in a pin
The tired old trumpeting of Church and State
Magic is afoot but the world’s gone metric
(Electric) and Securicor scares
The light fades, the air is flat and stale

The rain beats against the glass
Nights and days an endless tapeloop
Of supermarket muzak
Brush its teeth and put it to bed
The well-oiled programs run

Asleep within the fractured eye of my attention
Life, well-travelled, opens and closes around me
Here and there embroidered with a flower
The footsteps I follow through the blizzard of my memories
Are my own

Begone Enchanting Hatred

BEGONE ENCHANTING HATRED

Inner exploration
Of whatever hatred
Arises within us
Is the only way out

With terror confronted
(Oz’s humbug wizard)
False images dissolve
Love is reunited

Our Best (26a)

OUR BEST

We struggle
Gamely, unobserved
Not often
Successful
Still there’s always tomorrow
Until there isn’t

~~~~~~~~~~~

Shadorma November

She Seats Herself To Write

SHE SEATS HERSELF TO WRITE

She seats herself to write

Half fearing her writing
Will drive her mad while
Half hopes it will cure her

In two minds – Ah, if only
Thinks were so simple
Turmoil turmoil turmoil

Enough! Dismisses them all
And seats herself to write

Way Station

WAY STATION

A happy heart is
Always welcome but then it’s
Upward and onward

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