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[10 Jul 2009|11:50am]
Faint at first,
increasing intensity,
sound of crickets-
crack the night's silent void
as they too mourn spring's passing.
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[06 Jul 2009|11:22am]
riverside park,
the squeals of distant children,
skipping through clover.
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[30 Jun 2009|12:08am]
Emptiness, fullness
infinite spaces between
blank or written-
robins sing from dawn's first edge,
sun light spreads from the cliff tops
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[30 Jun 2009|12:07am]
How full of whiteness
this empty page at dawn,
between bird songs-
how full of possibility
the empty day ahead.
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Song Lyrics [17 Jun 2009|06:35pm]
Sometimes i can see that I'm dying,
memories fading away,
or maybe just re-arranging,
their faces, new names, different outcomes.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm fading,
pieces of me just falling away,
flying around in fragments,
lost forever in spirals of void.....
Less of me today than there was before.
can't remember, can't recall it at all.

Sometimes I know that I'm dying
a little bit of me gone everyday
where it all goes, I can't ever remember
Too bad it used to be all so much more.....


~Technical Corn
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[17 Jun 2009|01:16pm]


geese at sunset,
pass silently overhead
between sun and clouds-
traced on the darkening ground
departing shadows . . . . .
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[16 Jun 2009|02:09am]
night's silence
broken by a steady rain
another day-
this rising dawn,
this waning life.
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[03 Jun 2009|05:39am]
moments before dawn,
bursting through the night's silence:
first raindrop.
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[02 Jun 2009|05:32am]

From nothing, Mu!
into nothingness, Mu!
at dawn-
sound of a faraway crow,
drawing near, flock's cacophony.
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[02 Jun 2009|05:28am]

Still standing,
the long emptied wine bottles,
but not the poets
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[02 Jun 2009|05:27am]

Slowly,
the dawn begins to rise
shrouded in mist-
perched in an unseen limb;
the songbird.
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A Poem Finally! [08 May 2009|03:04pm]
I turned my re-written book manuscript today to the managing editor of Routeledge Press, and wrote a poem.

Another moon rises
and with it a daughter's birthday passes
catching me by surprise
and in the fullness of both, I realize
my emptiness.
Or, is it some sort of denial,
my neglect of passing time.
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[25 Jan 2009|08:33am]
Well it seems that I have been in more of an haiku frame of mind lately. Perhaps its the simplicity and uncomplicated nature of haiku that feels so refreshing after all of this psychoanalytic writing....



frozen river,
white to the horizon,
but for the crow

winter dawn,
the sound of sparrows,
nothing else...
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Check This Out: [24 Jan 2009|05:08pm]


Cover for my new book!... The manuscript is with the publisher, expected out some time in August...YAY!!!!


For Details
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[02 Jan 2009|07:26am]
This frozen dawn,
remembering, forgetting,
what are these things?
Black crows cry to the gray sky
the winds howl, bamboo chimes ring.

~P

coming and going
is there a forgetting
with all of these things
flowers bloom and wither
do their fragrance leave a trace?

[info]wicapis
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[31 Dec 2008|07:45am]
Why fidget?
the zafu remains still,
black, silent, in-between,
patient with our comings and goings.
A place where dust alights or drifts,
in aimless floats...caught in shafts
of late afternoon sun.

~P

Oops, I wrote six lines...Hah!

Why fidget?
the zafu remains still,
black, silent, in-between-
a place where dust alights or drifts,
in aimless floats...caught in shafts
of late afternoon sun.



so silent
this mountain village
on New Year's Eve
not a leaf rustles
in the pinewood forests

[info]wicapis
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OLD YEAR <~~~> NEW YEAR [30 Dec 2008|11:46am]


A parting shot,
as the winter sky darkens
the tired year wanes-
leaving the old behind
inviting future memories.

~P

the heavens
on the year's last night
still scarlet --
old memories fade away
in the gathering twilight

[info]la_tisana

through the sunset
sweetest bell
a winter bamboo
singing from the temple
flies to my ear

[info]yorukamome

with the end
a new beginning
winter dreams
of spring flowers
blooming in the meadows

[info]wicapis

Rose-tinted light
flickers between the chimes...
first sunrise--
our song echos across
waves of glistening frost.

[info]b_oki


Wow! its been so long that I almost forgot how to post photos!
Wishing all of my wonderful Lj friends a beautiful, peaceful and joyous
year end and beginning, with gratitude for your being in the world

Love
~P
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[17 Dec 2008|09:34am]


Your result for The Beatles Lyrics Test...

You are 100% a Beatles Lyrics Master!

No categories here. Your percentage is simply how many you got right. Each question was worth the same amount.

So, if your score is low, then I recommend listening to some more Beatles music. And classic rock in general!

If your score is high, then great! Keep up the appareciation of good music.


Take The Beatles Lyrics Test
at HelloQuizzy

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[05 Dec 2008|09:06am]


So cold,
the wind that blows this dawn
from this window-
raindrops freeze on the pines
reflecting a still sunlight.
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[13 Oct 2008|07:41pm]
Outside my window,
the river flows endlessly,
someone asks:
is yesterday's river todays?
Jump in and see for yourself!

~P

The short visit
to yesterday's autumn pond--
great blue heron...
these silent ripples grow long
anticipating your return.

[info]b_oki

Autumn dusk,
its so very hard to tell
when shadows spread long-
is it the shortening days
or my anticipation?

~P
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poems [09 Oct 2008|05:29pm]
poems come and go,
some disolving, disappearing, disintegrating
into that black void between remembered and forgotten,
and in the space between aha! and awww....what remains
but fragments, which are the words caught and bled to the page,
mere shadows of experience, and echo despite their power to move, impact, crash, astound,... Words, whole or fragmented...
nothing more than "afterwords" hinting at the no-things and the some-things that
occupy and linger, seducing us to the edge of consciousness and to what may reside beyond.
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Back to Poetry [09 Oct 2008|03:32pm]
Northbound train ride home,
river edge color changes
caught in late day sun-
a lost leaf spirils earthward
marking the passing day
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DEBATE [03 Oct 2008|11:06am]
I suppose that if I had no substantive and intelligent response to an opponent's thoughtful question and I simply said "Well, gosh darn it Joe" and winked at you, I could be vice -president too.... ;-)
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WHITE PRIVILEGE [03 Oct 2008|11:04am]
This comment gives pause for reflection:



This is Your Nation on White Privilege
By Tim Wise
9/13/08

For those who still can't grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this
list will help.

White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your
family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because "every family has challenges," even as black and
Latino families with similar "challenges" are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.

White privilege is when you can call yourself a " fuckin' redneck," like Bristol Palin's boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with
you, you'll "kick their fuckin' ass," and talk about how you like to "shoot shit" for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American
boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.

White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of,
then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to
achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first
place because of affirmative action.

White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about
the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don't all piss
on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you're "untested."

White privilege is being able to say that you support the words "under God" in the pledge of allegiance because "if it was good enough for the
founding fathers, it's good enough for me," and not be immediately disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was
written in the late 1800s and the "under God" part wasn't added until the 1950s--while believing that reading accused criminals and terrorists
their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), is a dangerous and silly
idea only supported by mushy liberals.

White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you.

White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the
Union, and whose motto is "Alaska first," and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you're black and your spouse
merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she's being disrespectful.

White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right of women
to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor--and people think you're being pithy and tough, but if you merely
question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college and the
fact that she lives close to Russia--you're somehow being mean, or even sexist.

White privilege is being able to convince white women who don't even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running
mate anyway, because suddenly your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a
"second look."

White privilege is being able to fire people who didn't support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a
typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in
Chicago means you must be corrupt.

White privilege is when you can take nearly twenty-four hours to get to a hospital after beginning to leak amniotic fluid, and still be viewed
as a great mom whose commitment to her children is unquestionable, and whose "next door neighbor" qualities make her ready to be VP, while if
you're a black candidate for president and you let your children be interviewed for a few seconds on TV, you're irrespo nsibly exploiting
them.

White privilege is being able to give a 36 minute speech in which you talk about lipstick and make fun of your opponent, while laying out no
substantive policy positions on any issue at all, and still manage to be considered a legitimate candidate, while a black person who gives an
hour speech the week before, in which he lays out specific policy proposals on several issues, is still criticized for being too vague
about what he would do if elected.

White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize
George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian
theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God's punishment on Jews for
rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you're just a good church-going Christian, but if you're black and friends with a black
pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign
policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you're an extremist who probably hates America.

White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you
such a "trick question," while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O'Reilly means you're dodging
the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.

White privilege is being able to go to a prestigious prep school, then to Yale and then Harvard Business school, and yet, still be seen as just
an average guy (George W. Bush) while being black, going to a prestigious prep school, then Occidental College, then Columbia, and
then to H arvard Law, makes you "uppity," and a snob who probably looks down on regular folks.

White privilege is being able to graduate near the bottom of your college class (McCain), or graduate with a C average from Yale (W.) and
that's OK, and you're cut out to be president, but if you're black and you graduate near the top of your class from Harvard Law, you can't be
trusted to make good decisions in office.

White privilege is being able to dump your first wife after she's disfigured in a car crash so you can take up with a multi-millionaire
beauty queen (who you go on to call the c-word in public) and still be thought of as a man of strong family values, while if you're black and
married for nearly twenty years to the same woman, your family is viewed as un-American and your gestures of affection for each other are called
"terrorist fist bumps."
< br> White privilege is being able to sing a song about bombing Iran and still be viewed as a sober and rational statesman, with the maturity to
be president, while being black and suggesting that the U.S. should speak with other nations, even when we have disagreements with them,
makes you "dangerously naive and immature."

White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black
and experiencing racism and an absent father is apparently among the "lesser adversities" faced by other politicians, as Sarah Palin
explained in her convention speech.

And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90
percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly
isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren't sure about that whole "change" thing. Ya know, it's just too vague and ill-defined,
unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain.

White privilege is, in short, the problem.
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[26 Sep 2008|08:58am]
In my silence,
raindrops are speaking for me
heralding coming fall-
as they bounce upon the roof tiles
in this chilling cloud-dark dawn.
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[19 Sep 2008|09:26am]
September sky,
empty but for the moon,
raging silently-
ink blood rapes a pristine page
and rips through this mute heart
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AGAIN [18 Sep 2008|10:24pm]
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AUTUMN BUDDHA [18 Sep 2008|10:22pm]
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AUTUMN SUNSET [18 Sep 2008|10:11pm]


Just saying "hi"
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[22 Jul 2008|09:25am]
In a cloud-strewn sky,
gray with dew-trapped dust:
rain drops fall-
scattered here and there,
on the gum-spotted pavement.
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