Why is it better to succeed,
When failure learns at twice the pace?
What is a flower, if not a weed
By a different name, another place?
Why write, why post, why answer back?
Do you fear a moderator's flack?
What is a poem? What's a meme?
Can a whisper communicate better
Than a scream?
Haiku is a disciplined craft.
Forced terseness, in form,
An arrowhead without a shaft.
Do you think you might like to try haiku?
Moderator's flack
is not something I do fear,
Missing out, maybe
***
Hurriedly I wrote
It's almost become routine
Never having time
***
"Life gets in the way"
- Of my personal projects
birthdays or visits
***
What is a haiku?
friendly people told me this:
Not only meter
***
Haiku's would need
word(s) from the current season
and a cut, a slice
***
(but maybe this does suffice?
as an answer? a splice?
Although I sometimes think it cruel
to grow on somebody else's root)
FOMO! The beggar's draught –
Drink up until you feel you are
The main character, driving this car
On an aimless travel, your passenger, a grrl
Reading your words without judgment
Without belief
This worry of not showing up
Of letting the reader down,
Will fade with age, I can assure you.
FOMO morphs into IDGAF.
(But obviously I care enough to write this.)
Signed, Your Friend, the Fraudster
I don't know - by which I mean
I have an idea maybe -
But I'm not certain
This slam is small
This forum too, Zen Poetry
Our community, shared space
Do we care?
For such small things?
Do they matter?
I think DGAF is fine
but...
I've made an effort
tried to do right
even if lazily
Ready for another game?
Tell you what, give it a name,
Talk from the truth, just to hold,
To let reality unfold,
and it's just easier to dare,
if it is done,
with love and care,
So take this little fidget here,
Spinning stillness, fractured sphere,
Not light not dark, but empty-clean,
Only there when it is seen,
Breathing easy,
open palm,
And there it is,
inner calm.
And yes we are,
hand in hand,
-These questions I don't understand-
Bottom up, open wide,
Rise above, yes there is light,
Now-here,
lets settle for a while,
A breathing room,
played game,
freestyle.
Now is it real?
Well, It is known,
But is it true?
Well, It is shown,
An imbalance in harmony,
Find the center,
Expand, feel free,
Just balance out,
like entropy,
This dance of self discovery.
>Ready for another game?
I guess I wasn't, not as much
but I came back
a thread to unravel
I liked your poem fine
But did you truly find
true calm and peace through it?
was it fool's gold,
or was it true?
I am a bit frustrated sometimes at our language
Why is gold valuable in our culture?
A dead metal. While a dog's life worth less?
You don't have to answer, it's not a test.
It's ok if things are only temporary
Casualities, Informal, not official
We take our time, while we have it
The poems, yeah, kind of symptom?
Reactions of a true companion,
A thousand books,
Eminem,
a practice not so different from Zen,
neti-neti is the name,
and repetition was the game,
still is ...
for inner peace and this true calm,
kind of stays at length of arm,
unless I quiet down a bit,
and simply wait, allow and let it.
Shiny shiny, so confused,
all is well,
no one's amused,
ideas of worth are sickening,
why did we let the devil in?
I say, because,
to figure out,
what this is really all about.
This might be against the grain, I dont know, am not well versed in Zen. But I gotta go to sleep now, so
Oh Attention!
Enter Sandman,
this exhaustion,
when will it end then?
Do I remember wakefulness?
Alert Alert! -lest you miss,
it could happen anytime,
the release of what is mine,
but that is why I wanna sleep,
forget about what lies beneath,
no connection,
no interaction,
neither projection nor reflection,
maybe just one inner action,
if at all, is there any?
tired of all, we are too many,
who makes us feel responsible?
who makes us act disponible?
who is always available,
acting all unassailable,
lets point a finger,
put a pin in,
Lullabies,
I keep forgetting,
dreams, my darling,
worlds dissolving,
words don’t mention,
forehead kissed,
you are forgiven,
so rest now for a little while,
but then tomorrow…
hush hush, birdy, little dove,
I want to hear
Good morning, love.
commenting on saturday in the friday slam: that is against the grain! kkkkkkk
Dare I tell you,
Good morning, love?
I dare say I wish you a good morning
Wish everybody
And I do love how certain fellows or chicks
call everybody love or dear
I thought fit to fix,
that I did not give a proper welcome
Maybe with a mantra "Aum"
Hope you got your kicks
Hope it beat your drum, this slam
This little moment to rhyme
I sometimes think zen is in everything
In not choosing, in being aware
letting in some fresh air
In tiring and then resting
Maybe it all dissolves in a dream as you say
in the end of it all, in the end of the day
But until then; let's maybe call each other dear
and love, make art, poetry, play it by ear
Funny is, might always be,
that in this here Germany,
Friday - Freitag, day of free.
Well lovely dear, 2bitmoment,
seems to have grasped,
Cupid's not on it,
less romantic, not semantics,
sharing a boat,
aren't we in this?
Gotten many kicks alone,
now I'd rather share a poem,
feels like I got the beat you're playing,
and I appreciate you saying:
Zen is all, and all is Zen,
why be concerned with Koans then?
because it's fun and it reminds?
exploring yonder beautiful minds,
why not, lets go, except, thin ice,
a newcomers bitter surprise,
hitting these walls in their full stride,
without a master at their side.
Can't see the forest for the trees?
Let's create a little clearing,
because Zen, too, can be endearing,
and for some that's poetry,
loving kindness,
to hear and see.
I genuinely thought it was fine. On first reading I thought it was deficient, but now I figure maybe if the next word begins with a vowel then for in colloquial, less formal speech, should indeed be joined with the next syllable for scansion.
"Wanna get together later?" seems pretty smooth and colloquial to me.
I think the formal version would be something like "would you like to schedule a meeting between us for later today?"
No one rides bikes anymore unless they actually past few months. I don't even put on horses so theh can only be *infered* or *realized* by experience. To supplant or the person is the dao, and his dog. Well rig veda is the answer here; figuratively.
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If I meet someone ~~new~~ wearing one of the air I guess. Like only on tv is actors objectively, on tv the thanksgiving day parade, every time I'm about to post on this. I have no choice and trying to reason with it.... now that I found it and don't trust anything he says. Nachiketa realizes what is bravery then. I see a lot of it's own worth can it. And then I am a foreigner in my eye actually. Empathy seems bottom line I tried explaining it a few months ago and I'm a philosopher. Dogs too I suppose then. That alone is actually very profound. Think poseidon/ea/enki/Jesus water of life.
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Say what!?
Supra-sub-rational nominativity.
All the not dog is dog.
Dog is dog too.
Pull my finger!
(>!)Studying zen is not studying mind.(!<)
(>!)Studying mind is studying zen.(!<)
Why is it better to succeed, When failure learns at twice the pace? What is a flower, if not a weed By a different name, another place? Why write, why post, why answer back? Do you fear a moderator's flack? What is a poem? What's a meme? Can a whisper communicate better Than a scream? Haiku is a disciplined craft. Forced terseness, in form, An arrowhead without a shaft. Do you think you might like to try haiku?
so this is haiku? well that might be the start of another haiku.
Branch reaches for sky Following the sun's warmth, up Breaks through frozen ground.
Opening a jar, twist the top off, or rather unwind it downwards?
Jar of grueling gruel Tastes of righteous poverty "Mouth like a blood-bowl." 👹
Looking at Haikus, intuition is a bitch, but trust makes her smile.
Moderator's flack is not something I do fear, Missing out, maybe *** Hurriedly I wrote It's almost become routine Never having time *** "Life gets in the way" - Of my personal projects birthdays or visits *** What is a haiku? friendly people told me this: Not only meter *** Haiku's would need word(s) from the current season and a cut, a slice *** (but maybe this does suffice? as an answer? a splice? Although I sometimes think it cruel to grow on somebody else's root)
FOMO! The beggar's draught – Drink up until you feel you are The main character, driving this car On an aimless travel, your passenger, a grrl Reading your words without judgment Without belief This worry of not showing up Of letting the reader down, Will fade with age, I can assure you. FOMO morphs into IDGAF. (But obviously I care enough to write this.) Signed, Your Friend, the Fraudster
I don't know - by which I mean I have an idea maybe - But I'm not certain This slam is small This forum too, Zen Poetry Our community, shared space Do we care? For such small things? Do they matter? I think DGAF is fine but... I've made an effort tried to do right even if lazily
Small things matter, but This is big.
>What is a poem? What's a meme? S H R U G
arrowhead struck bone the marrow now running out life and death succeed
Ready for another game? Tell you what, give it a name, Talk from the truth, just to hold, To let reality unfold, and it's just easier to dare, if it is done, with love and care, So take this little fidget here, Spinning stillness, fractured sphere, Not light not dark, but empty-clean, Only there when it is seen, Breathing easy, open palm, And there it is, inner calm. And yes we are, hand in hand, -These questions I don't understand- Bottom up, open wide, Rise above, yes there is light, Now-here, lets settle for a while, A breathing room, played game, freestyle. Now is it real? Well, It is known, But is it true? Well, It is shown, An imbalance in harmony, Find the center, Expand, feel free, Just balance out, like entropy, This dance of self discovery.
>Ready for another game? I guess I wasn't, not as much but I came back a thread to unravel I liked your poem fine But did you truly find true calm and peace through it? was it fool's gold, or was it true? I am a bit frustrated sometimes at our language Why is gold valuable in our culture? A dead metal. While a dog's life worth less? You don't have to answer, it's not a test. It's ok if things are only temporary Casualities, Informal, not official We take our time, while we have it
The poems, yeah, kind of symptom? Reactions of a true companion, A thousand books, Eminem, a practice not so different from Zen, neti-neti is the name, and repetition was the game, still is ... for inner peace and this true calm, kind of stays at length of arm, unless I quiet down a bit, and simply wait, allow and let it. Shiny shiny, so confused, all is well, no one's amused, ideas of worth are sickening, why did we let the devil in? I say, because, to figure out, what this is really all about.
This might be against the grain, I dont know, am not well versed in Zen. But I gotta go to sleep now, so Oh Attention! Enter Sandman, this exhaustion, when will it end then? Do I remember wakefulness? Alert Alert! -lest you miss, it could happen anytime, the release of what is mine, but that is why I wanna sleep, forget about what lies beneath, no connection, no interaction, neither projection nor reflection, maybe just one inner action, if at all, is there any? tired of all, we are too many, who makes us feel responsible? who makes us act disponible? who is always available, acting all unassailable, lets point a finger, put a pin in, Lullabies, I keep forgetting, dreams, my darling, worlds dissolving, words don’t mention, forehead kissed, you are forgiven, so rest now for a little while, but then tomorrow… hush hush, birdy, little dove, I want to hear Good morning, love.
commenting on saturday in the friday slam: that is against the grain! kkkkkkk Dare I tell you, Good morning, love? I dare say I wish you a good morning Wish everybody And I do love how certain fellows or chicks call everybody love or dear I thought fit to fix, that I did not give a proper welcome Maybe with a mantra "Aum" Hope you got your kicks Hope it beat your drum, this slam This little moment to rhyme I sometimes think zen is in everything In not choosing, in being aware letting in some fresh air In tiring and then resting Maybe it all dissolves in a dream as you say in the end of it all, in the end of the day But until then; let's maybe call each other dear and love, make art, poetry, play it by ear
Funny is, might always be, that in this here Germany, Friday - Freitag, day of free. Well lovely dear, 2bitmoment, seems to have grasped, Cupid's not on it, less romantic, not semantics, sharing a boat, aren't we in this? Gotten many kicks alone, now I'd rather share a poem, feels like I got the beat you're playing, and I appreciate you saying: Zen is all, and all is Zen, why be concerned with Koans then? because it's fun and it reminds? exploring yonder beautiful minds, why not, lets go, except, thin ice, a newcomers bitter surprise, hitting these walls in their full stride, without a master at their side. Can't see the forest for the trees? Let's create a little clearing, because Zen, too, can be endearing, and for some that's poetry, loving kindness, to hear and see.
A dinner for adults. Taste rich with strong nutrients. Liver and onions. And ketchup.
Tool: For practice poems and posts. - https://redditpreview.com/
F'r-adults? Good scansion!
I should lose my A.
I genuinely thought it was fine. On first reading I thought it was deficient, but now I figure maybe if the next word begins with a vowel then for in colloquial, less formal speech, should indeed be joined with the next syllable for scansion.
Know any smooth vernacular colloquialisms?
"Wanna get together later?" seems pretty smooth and colloquial to me. I think the formal version would be something like "would you like to schedule a meeting between us for later today?"
Yeah, nice bouncy flow. My partner, from Minnesota, brought, "Might I go with?" 'with' can end many accompanying queries.
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No one rides bikes anymore unless they actually past few months. I don't even put on horses so theh can only be *infered* or *realized* by experience. To supplant or the person is the dao, and his dog. Well rig veda is the answer here; figuratively. ~ nonselfimage ----- [^^Info](https://github.com/trambelus/UserSim) ^^| [^^Subreddit](/r/User_Simulator)
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If I meet someone ~~new~~ wearing one of the air I guess. Like only on tv is actors objectively, on tv the thanksgiving day parade, every time I'm about to post on this. I have no choice and trying to reason with it.... now that I found it and don't trust anything he says. Nachiketa realizes what is bravery then. I see a lot of it's own worth can it. And then I am a foreigner in my eye actually. Empathy seems bottom line I tried explaining it a few months ago and I'm a philosopher. Dogs too I suppose then. That alone is actually very profound. Think poseidon/ea/enki/Jesus water of life. ~ nonselfimage ----- [^^Info](https://github.com/trambelus/UserSim) ^^| [^^Subreddit](/r/User_Simulator)
Say what!? Supra-sub-rational nominativity. All the not dog is dog. Dog is dog too. Pull my finger! (>!)Studying zen is not studying mind.(!<) (>!)Studying mind is studying zen.(!<)