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Hi Ku Cat

bury my feet in the red dirt
mulch me black till my toes wriggle
give me something to lean on
when i could use a little support
feed me every now and again
but not too much, it'll poison
touch me tenderly as you pass
a few kind words to encourage
let me breathe the wild air
summer in the shade
but most of all
there are days
i need
days when i really really need
a long
deep
soaking

watch me bloom
inhale my perfumed pleasure
 
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The desk's a shamble, thoughts a scattered,
too many things pending to matter,
life a'int no paint by number gig,
live a little, but,
wind up a project or two.
Where to start?
 
So the long row's broken, sanded,
planted sparsely,
soaking up sun and showers,
next.
 
HarryHill said:
The good boy has gone down,
laid to rest beside the old white bear,
too soon, too fucking soon

I worked in the garden 'til the last light left earth,
walked to the house in the faint sunset,
his ghost flitting in the shadows,
this third night of his demise,
this third day of heart break.
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..
And now another goes down,
joins his kin on hallowed ground,
safe under ancient cedars.
Nothing can hurt him now.
 
it's only for a few
days
yet this first separation
haunts me
i want to climb into your pocket
slide my hands inside your ribs
so i can feel that steady beat
leave my tongue in your mouth
my sex in your hand
my skin
beneath your own
*sighs*


soon, baby, soon
:heart:
 
butters said:
it's only for a few
days
yet this first separation
haunts me
i want to climb into your pocket
slide my hands inside your ribs
so i can feel that steady beat
leave my tongue in your mouth
my sex in your hand
my skin
beneath your own
.........................*sighs*
soon, baby, soon
:heart:
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A wave of goodbye kisses,
repeated sporadically, enthusiastically,
then Ma'am, who's out the door after,.
Quiet, a last sweet farewell rouses the sleeper,
rising to follow a promise and preview of the time when
those lips give your hello.

You escaped more goodbye, then quiet, open eyes, sigh, awake,
coffee in the empty kitchen, frown for a full dish drainer,
glance at the dark outside the big windows, headlights on the Camry,
down the drive, wave goodbye.

Quiet.
 
Mr. Froggie sits in the chair,
blank expression yet, but
there's mischief in those unseen eyes;
he might just hop onto your face or
take a dump too.
Idk?

Boxes in the basement, tape.
books waiting categorizing, storage.
so much to do, but it all goes slow, 'cause
I miss you Ku, but that face in the phone
made it all worthwhile. :rose:
 
Busy day, no glance for the mirror but
hair's astray, still out of the way,
all good.
Bad knee this am. Alive n work it out.
Keep Calm, stumble on.
 
Poem from Extra Terresterials challenge

..
The Path
...
The Alien drove them away in a big black machine
left me here with the bricks,
no calls for supper,
no nite-nite kiss.
just this
brick patio to refurbish during unknown days of abduction,
A landing zone if you will
for when that alien craft returns them
once again to this hill.
 
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only months back
new modem
shiny blue lights
fluttering their excitement
erratically
peaks - and piques -
a stuttering
2 'puters
sharing cable
then 2 new boxes
a belated/early birthday/christmas gift
to transcend the swapping back
and swapping forth
(the wire - weeks old - sighed
its relief, not to suffer the fate
of its predecessor-
he of the wobbly head
loose connections...)

and yet
and yet
''unable to detect
your connect''. shunned!
first mine, then his
and so ensued the merry dance of
repair, try again, number unknow
please try again, re-enter enter enter...
the turning off and on again
the wading through of online info
and still 'no deal... we can't detect
your internet connect...'

so H returns to cabled use
to find an ear online
to find (just sigh)
the 'new' modem's an older gen
no wifi here
oh dear, i'm reallllllllllly wtf(?)- faced
clearly it was needed and assumed
by us, at least,
facilitated
instead a call to tech support
and gen 5 upgrade ordered, dated
''..coming soon.'
 
some days are just like that:

a circling
no progress made
a stalling out
still-born calf of a day

a mislaid charger
hiding in plain sight day
a chainsaw chain
2"-longer-than-advertised bafflement of a day

que sera sera
thunder rumbles in a dirty sky
moods even out
projects on hold
till the morrow
 
The cat feeder is green,
Plum tree may never be yellow,
but there's stain aplenty in three shades,
sans the usual rich lusters, although
I'm still leaning toward the latter.
 
#1

autumn-sky koi
pond reflects—
maples and jet trails


#2

warm grey boulder
damselfly glistens, gone
—six wet prints
 
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This chill returns, reminds,
there is always an ending,
there is always a beginning
and those times spent in-between
more precious than ducks on a pond,
waffles fresh off the iron,
the smell of morning coffee.
your lips at the end of the day.
 
HarryHill said:
This chill returns, reminds,
there is always an ending,
there is always a beginning
and those times spent in-between
more precious than ducks on a pond,
waffles fresh off the iron,
the smell of morning coffee.
your lips at the end of the day.
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before the chill settles
too long in your bones
turning toes blue—
and thoughts—
bright days
autumnal pleasures...

we're brick and mortar'd, baby
and ducks quack
mocking birds torment
squirrels eye the beaded feeders
and you're concerned with
mind-the-gap

so tonight's a slow sippin' whiskey kinda night
chickens gone to roost
white dog's on the porch
cats are curled
and there's a long
old look
in your eye

:kiss::cattail:
 
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ryōan-ji





龍安寺

in a sea of white gravel no rock stands alone​














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Ryōan-ji Temple
It is Japan's most famous "hiraniwa" (flat garden void of hills or ponds) and reveals the stunning simplicity and harmony of the principles of Zen meditation.

Ryōan-ji Temple is famous for its mysterious rock garden, the most celebrated in Japan, which defies attempts at explanation. Enclosed by an earthen wall, fifteen carefully placed rocks seem to drift in a sea of raked white gravel. A viewing platform right above the garden gives visitors an unimpeded view, although from whatever angle you view the garden, you can never see all fifteen stones.
 
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kare-sansui



枯山水

white sand
raked daily
serene—contemplates
erosion​







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kare-sansui, a 'japanese (or 'zen') dry garden, translates as 'creating a garden using no living things'

it came about as an art form in the 12th-14th century, when zen priests embraced the stoic, sparse beauty of its styling

Such Zen-inspired beliefs of 1) accepting ever-changing nature as is, and 2) denying a self-centric approach in art helped advance Japanese gardens from a fine, elegant and presentation-oriented style to a minimalist, empty and metaphysical style. It eventually crystallized as kare-sansui, and it was Muso Soseki who cemented its principles.
 
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koke-dera




苔寺


turtle swims in green
meditation—silence ripples
stacked granite waterfall​






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known as Koke-dera, the Moss Garden, can be found in the western part of Kyoto. The lower garden is in the traditional Heian period style; a pond with several rock compositions representing islands. The upper garden is a dry rock garden which features three rock "islands". The first, called Kameshima, the island of the turtle, resembles a turtle swimming in a "lake" of moss. The second, Zazen-seki, is a flat "meditation rock," which is believed to radiate calm and silence; and the third is the kare-taki, a dry "Waterfall" composed of a stairway of flat granite rocks. the moss was not original but grew over a period of neglect and is now the most famous feature of the garden.
 
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ishi




石

presence of buddha
mountains washed by ocean
acceptance
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ishi is the name for the rocks found in japanese gardens. there are many kinds, often representing turtles and cranes, but the standing stones tend to represent mountains (against which the white ocean of sand/gravel laps), strength, the buddha... the overarching theme is of acceptance of nature for what it is
 
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Scan past, stumble in the east,
lost in gardens and then you rush by and i remember
just why there is a smile on my face,
poemy jive arrived then departed
the smile remains.
 
HarryHill said:
Scan past, stumble in the east,
lost in gardens and then you rush by and i remember
just why there is a smile on my face,
poemy jive arrived then departed
the smile remains.
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and you just brought one to mine :heart::kiss::heart:

a ham that size
ain't gonna fit
not as it sits
till split
jammed in
filled to the brim
with salt-sweet
float-bath
pickling peppercorns
permeating
molasses and pink prague
mingling
—grains in dissolution—
with brown sugar and kosher

kosher and pork—
strange word-fellows
getting it on
blushing meat
 
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