~Zen Mountain~

zmp ~ thought

It lingers
toils
you might build on it
then again
you might shuffle it into a closet
and shut the door

it will knock
and if you do not answer it
it will open the door
a demand
to be heard

rather it is sought
or not

...thought!
 
zmp ~ nothing

I thought of nothing
while watching a mountain rise

Trees sway
and rivers run

I thought of nothing
while a flock of birds flew

over a flowered meadow
under clouds shadows

I thought of nothing
till I thought of you!​
 
My Erotic Tale said:
zmp ~ nothing

I thought of nothing
while watching a mountain rise

Trees sway
and rivers run

I thought of nothing
while a flock of birds flew

over a flowered meadow
under clouds shadows

I thought of nothing
till I thought of you!​

I loved this Art~ The last two lines look so simple
but they are so powerful. This is a beautiful piece... :rose:

Oh and congrats on the
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nothing

nice Art...how very Zen of you.

ps. added two pheasant to the list yesterday...nice retrieve from my dog out of thick cattails... :nana:
 
The river runs quietly today.
Nothing can disturb it. Not
Even the sun, not even the
Sky not even a single leaf
Falling from a branch.
 
Sabina_Tolchovsky said:
nice Art...how very Zen of you.

ps. added two pheasant to the list yesterday...nice retrieve from my dog out of thick cattails... :nana:


tale waggin fun? and ymmy tummy goodies... that was a good day!

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thanks for the poem cward

tranquil river
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JC...<bows humble> hug...<grin>
 
zmp ~ wind

Butter cups
danced with dandelions
while weeds
gave encouraging brushes
to shrubs
and straw grass

Trees tickled trees
in one long wave
leaves immitated butterflys
in flight

the water reached
in small short laps
white capped
flag
around the flag pole
flapped

the clouds all moved
in one direction
like a slow moving line
over a spinning wind mill​
 
zmp ~ sawing moments

to build with timber
one must cut wood
sawing for moments
while one stood

a thought see-saw
across my mind
of yesterdays
tastefully aged wine

to read the grain
predicting the bow
for cutting the wood
releases tension grown

the push and pull
that life casts
like the surf
that comes in laps

To push a blade
with firm hand
minutes of labor
in working strands

Images of you
basking on a bed
sensually wanting
me in my head

a driving force
of pulling hard
back and forth
boards are scar'd

like our salty life
on sweet suger days
the memories
linger then they fade

standing firm
a strong footed stance
just man and wood
doing a saw dust dance

soft moments would
come flooding back
embeded in the grain
of our lives tracks

hard wood or soft
it makes a difference
sandpaper smooth
becomes entranced

we shared our lives
back and forth
perhaps that's why
I still carry the torch

drawing a line
placing the saw
cutting wood
that's all​
 
A thought

Treasure a thought
For it can become
Anything:

A sycamore leaf
Gently spiralling
To its maker

A salmon swimming
Against the tides
Of nature

Or just another thought
Echoing in the silence.
 
random senryu

nothing became filled
zero glistened from nonbeing
one expressed itself


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shallow be our name
in our tinted windows glass
lens untransparent

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pale ivory blossoms
its beauty invites the touch
oleander bites
 
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bluerains said:
shallow be our name
in our tinted windows glass
lens untransparent

~~~~~~

the farther a mans feet
are from the earth
the farther he is from himself

tom brown
 
zmp ~ leaves leave

Holding life
by the finger tips
with every muscle
and thought

after a long time
in the growing sun shine
time has come
for the leaves to fall

autumn comes
for everyone
time to be like leaves

to take the fall
like life's season's call
to be like leaves and leave​
 
zmp ~ river ghosts

they glide
over the river
in a slow
flowing grace

swirls
of white
in one
steady pace

hovered
above the surface
along the river
they coast

until
the sun rises
vapors lure
river ghosts​
 
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My Erotic Tale said:
zmp ~ river ghosts

they glide
over the river
in a slow
flowing grace

swirls
of white
in one
steady pace

hovered
above the surface
along the river
they coast

until
the sun rises
vapors lure
river ghosts​
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Good one ~ I'll be looking for this ~ a mystical aura here.
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LeBroz said:
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Good one ~ I'll be looking for this ~ a mystical aura here.
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I will submit this one tonight although they have been holding poems a day or two before surfacing, anyone else notice this?

thanks leon

I see the river every morning with white vapors swirling above the water so I knew there was a poem in there somewhere <grin>

Art~
 
Fog ...
I just cannot get over the fog over the mountains this year.
Ya'll should see it. Rising up from the ground, like a blanket
overtaking everything it touches. Just amazing and awe inspiring.
So thick it cannot be cut with a knife ... or fork, lol.

Love it. I had to say something. Will be back when my muse kicks in
and see what I can come up with. Just humbling to see this
every morn waiting, there outside, as if waiting ... for me.

:rose:
 
The drifting star blows rhapsodically
snoozing with burnished demand
and wailing brightly in happiness.
Cold Winter kneels down
to the heavens,
whilst night settles in mirth.
The Autumn sun retires in yellowish disguise ,
and buds open for summer rays
and snowflakes begin to fall.

:rose:

Hey hun... :)
 
Jennifer C said:
The drifting star blows rhapsodically
snoozing with burnished demand
and wailing brightly in happiness.
Cold Winter kneels down
to the heavens,
whilst night settles in mirth.
The Autumn sun retires in yellowish disguise ,
and buds open for summer rays
and snowflakes begin to fall.

:rose:

Hey hun... :)


hello Rf...and JC...
I recall Bear mountain in california was like that...clouds that hung around the mountainnand when they do leave they reveal the snow line ....


JC seems autumn is in full bloom and the colors are inspirational...

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Mountain shadow
gone
hugged by clouds
in surround

the valley plays
with colors of mix and match
a scattered color batched

slowly tomorrow brings
the winter snow
but not untill
these autumn colors flow

in wind
and rain
the gray
slowly turns white
 
zmp ~ water song


lightly crashing

lapping

shoreline tapping

slapping

lightly beating

recieding

then reaching

patting

wet sandy shore

curling

the river's swirling

beating

with perfect timing

a long

water song​
 
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zmp~ magic rings

The tranquil River is calm
still as stained glass
then a light sound
"splash"

Nothing but ripples
circling outward
I wondered how
this had accurd!

Then there was
nothing but calm
still water
the magic rings gone!​
 
My Erotic Tale said:
zmp ~ water song


lightly crashing

lapping

shoreline tapping

slapping

lightly beating

receding

then reaching

patting

wet sandy shore

curling

the river's swirling

beating

with perfect timing

a long

water song​
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Came here for some of your ZMP medicine; something calming from my write of War's Vision - 2. This Water Song's quite soothing {& noted a typo}. Just what the doctor ordered. Will pop you a sneak peek at WV2 on the thread after I finish tightening up the third stanza.
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there it was
a stone thought
heavy in it's own mass
dropping through me like I was water
sinking
increasing the mass of the orginal
spilling the contents over the rim
it settled within
 
Sabina_Tolchovsky said:
there it was
a stone thought
heavy in it's own mass
dropping through me like I was water
sinking
increasing the mass of the orginal
spilling the contents over the rim
it settled within

Sabina...

hey hey good lookin ...what'cha got cookin' ? <grin>
quail? Duck? <bigrin> a beautiful poem!!!!


Leon,

thanks you sir...always appreciated a finger point to my grammar faults <thanks>
 
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