Zen What?
Some Saint
A saint told me to leave What’s up your sleeve I won't grieve Because you can't believe Well, he said that At least it’s what I concluded at The end of his conversat Ion the charged lion Broke by his scion Went to try on New rationalization The saint was wrong I sung his song Applauded by the throng Who all along Wanted to relieve What they perceive On Christmas eve The tale they'll weave
The Feral Feline From Phoenixville
The feral feline From Phoenixville Not a vegan If you will But a clawed pagan Able to instill Once, this warm day, again An honest thrill She causes to be mine Ignoring plants While sipping their summer sweat Hearing birds Owing us no debt Obscurely cashing their chirps, my words Life lived real holds no regret But from compulsive herds Who fret Like regimented ants
Totem Poles
Totem Poles Capture souls Stacking roles Of spirit foals Little bears Emerge from ears Never tears Visages not fears Salmon people Keep no steeple Nor are able To adore in a cathedral But there’s this frog Used to dense fog On a pond’s log Will haiku flow clog
Totem Poles
Totem Poles Capture souls Stacking roles Of spirit foals Little bears Emerge from ears Never tears Visages not fears Salmon people Keep no steeple Nor are able To adore in a cathedral But there’s this frog Used to dense smog On a pond’s log Will history blog
Vision
Robots are Sniffing Me
Robots are sniffing me What do they expect to see Everything is for free All I can say is wowee It takes no time For them to climb On each Rhyme With speed sublime Smelling of algorithms Selling solipsisms AI sniffing mechanisms Information splitting prisms Where is my knowledge panel Not like I got a channel I'm just literary rabble Playing poetic scrabble
With no Prior Warning
Pain Is it insane Cheerful refrain When love stolen Competes with money Goodbye, honey Nature God’s structure Rupture of reality Think you're broke A stroke Of luck or just croak Look across The fence Big difference Humans Are animal orphans Prattling linguistic runes
Bird Hearing an Hominid Song
The lark ascends But no amends If it pretends None depends Sound becomes Vision surrounds Doubt confounds Denial succumbs Visions lost Cleaned and polished Like folklore relinquished Big time cost The country Need not matter They flew a scatter Lark crests the tree Call it crazy Realty tossed Really no cost It's just hazy Only a song Blind way to see Sound sets free But for how long
Our Pizza Man
When your pizza man Looks like a saint And in dream Reality aint But in dreams The face denies All the lies You become faint If mozzarel Is too squishy And your gullet Lacks washy wishy But you can speak With a maestro Who for all you know Controls your gullet Accept the taste Consume what is possible Avoid any waste Eat the impossible For the highest priests Must feed their flocks With the blood of beasts And hard knocks
T. M. Shorewick 