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Question Regarding Marriage (1)

Question Regarding Marriage

Wed eyes wide open.

After, half closed no advice

about ears and mouth.

Copywrite pending George W. Demuth

PDF which included my Haiku (17) in their collection

PDF which included me in their collection

http://scars.tv/pdf/2008/poetry-cafe-...

Scars.tv published a local church's Poetry Cafe' collection. One of my poems was in that collection. The Collection is called UU Montgomery Poetry Cafe'2008. http://scars.tv/pdf/2008/poetry-cafe-chapbook.pdf

Haiku : Peach Blossoms by George W. Demuth

Peach blossoms explode

white petal cloud mushrooms,

then gone -- one year too long.

pending copyright George W. Demuth

Haiku : Basho Views Shuttle Launch

Basho, the great Haiku master views shuttle launch. Bill and Ted's Adventure inspired.

Great Dragon's tail flames.

White scales. Is this right stuff? Fool!

It's just a firefly.

This Haiku was inspired by the movie, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. I wondered what the greatest of all time Haiku masters, Basho, would have thought, had he had an opportunity to see a shuttle launch. Of course he would have interpreted his perceptions based on his own experience of reality. What looks like one thing to us might seem to him something quite different. Also, in writing this I was playing a game of writing Haiku containing references to literature, ideas, titles, quotes etc. This reference seems pretty obvious I think. Both to book and movie that are relevant to the topic. If you don't get it, just ask.
Don't forget this is a Zen monk talking to himself. It's quite in character for him to call himself a fool. Baka!

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A Bad Dream : Haiku by George W. Demuth

Four Haiku about drastic changes, perhaps dreams.

A Bad Dream

Back from war, friends shun.

One friend, we seek our lover

Deadly Beauty sea.

*

Bridge to dead Selma

Leaders knew risks, but omlettes

Involve broken eggs

*

Old pond, I tied flies,

Caught fish as tables foretold.

How? We know nothing.

*

Old pond. Geese migrate.

Willow's head hangs. For friends loss?

or envy of flight?

**

The last two begin with an allusion to the great Basho's greatest Haiku
whose first line is "old pond".

HAIKU : sun 2

Sun 2

Sun's a vicious troll.

Ion whips, death ray daggers,

Soon Diamond trade soars.

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Anne Cope Wallace : Poetry : Dark Dreams, Lightning Dreams

Dark Dreams, Lightning Dreams

I heard the thunder last night

and it was the color

of the inside of my dreams.

These were dark brown dreams

and lightning dreams,

brilliant and scary and quick,

thin as pebbles, thick as stones.

I stood on a city street waiting

for the bus, but I couldn't

remember my destination,

it might be East 74th Street,

Amsterdam Avenue

or even the West Village

and inside the dreams I scolded

myself for not knowing

where I lived or where I worked.

I couldn't believe I

had forgotten and in the dream

I saw no husband or child,

only my younger self

wearing a white raincoat

in a city where the wind

and frozen rain never stopped,

where I shivered as I walked

in my thin patent pumps.

I had no gloves either

except white cotton ones

for church, no scarves except

gauzy ones for sparkling,

and I kept losing my glasses,

leaving them on the rumpled

tablecloths of restaurants,

in glazed bars, or a young man's

coat pocket, which I thought

was much too personal,

which I thought must be love.

publication pending

Anne Cope Wallace : Poetry : Love Letters

Love Letters

The train, silver

smooth and narrow,

squares of lighted

yellow in the dusk.

You are clasped tight,

blond and ribbon

tied, buttons looped,

yet I know

how easily you unravel,

how you fling yourself

against darkness falling,

the blue passages

you take alone.

From the blank apron

of the station

the conductor waves

to let me know you'll be safe,

he will adore you

all the way to Penn Station,

and the engineers,

riders in their plush blue seats

are writing you

love letters, my darling daughter,

the train flashes on.

Anne Cope Wallace : Poetry : Woman At The Wheel

Woman At The Wheel

I drive the wide sweet bend

of Parsonage Hill Road,

passing the white frame church,

the corner graveyard where

early settlers, young soldiers

of the Revolution lie sleeping.

Gliding the river trail I speed

toward Georgia or Texas

with a spin of the wrist.

The road is cupped yellow lilies,

crimson clover, purple vetch,

and I am all powerful woman.

I slip over bridges,

across wrinkled green oceans

grasping planets

of ice and stars in my fists.

Wearing the peaks of mountains

on twin shoulders, I see beyond hills,

beyond thickets,

beyond sprinkled horizons.

Twelve healthy dragons breathe

by blue fire.

publication pending

Anne Cope Wallace : Poetry : Vieux Carre, Jackson Square, Febuary 1995

http://annecopewallace.vox.com/librar...

I come to this city of lost causes bringing my alabaster secrets with me, I bury them all under the river, the mud-lined Mississippi where they lie like sleeping ghosts. The sculpted marble ghost of General Andrew Jackson (fierce warrior, champion of the white man's cause) rises in his namesake...