translation

nearer now,
I can hear her smile -
a bad translation

words

writing, writing some more -
when the Cardinal calls
my words fly away

Noon in the Middle Kingdom (amerikan spoken here)

hmm, look at that baby, clean lines, Corinthian leather, and,
(sssnnniiifff) that new weapon smell!

· Reply · 44m

I think the Chinese are trying to bankrupt the US. They prefer that to actual war.

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that's part of war - they stopped buying treasuries already - "death to Amerika"

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Yes, but I like to mince words.

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no, no, no, that ain't me babe - ` made sure to put it in quotes

· Reply · 33m

Yes, but Uncle Confucius wants YOU! Use your head, son.

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come on board for the big win... sir?

· Reply · 30m

No, just follow the Middle Way.

· Reply · 30m

observe the squirrel - yes, I think I understand now

· Reply · 29m

Good. Now leave all your aircraft carriers in my bath tub.

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what about my ducks?! ... oh

· Reply · 27m

We can use then for firing practice.

· Reply · 27m

get an estimate first

· Reply · 26m

Bashaar plus 20.

· Reply · 26m

from a reliable contractor - betty's list?

· Reply · 26m

Betty crock of what, eh?

· Reply · 25m

a service to find services

· Reply · 25m

but remember - back down the ladder may cost you more

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The true searcher for the way enters the rock cliff cave and then contemplates the guano.

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I love a good guerro solo

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That figures. I'll tell president Xi that one. He'll have a good ho ho ho.

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not now it's nappies

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everyone's asleep

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But it's noon in the Middle Kingdom.


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bread & fish

Out of bread,
I toss words at the water --
Koi rising











パンがなくなった私は水に言葉を投げます-鯉上昇







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birds

on the longest night













flitting from nest to husk












even in her dreams













the language of birds













never left to rest















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conversation

a conversation later on the day autumn deepens

later on the day autumn deepens a conversation

autumn deepens a conversation later on the day

a conversation deepens autumn later on the day

a day later conversation deepens on the autumn

a conversation deepens the autumn day later on

later on the day a conversation deepens autumn

Reconciliation

trying to reconcile my image of a semi-retired slouch
with my OCD has been no Spring picnic










more people seem fixated on a speckled fawn
than concerned with a flight of geese










poets anthropomorphize plants and rocks and things
while I struggle with inanimate objects










my MMPI reveals a predilection for occasional chairs that swivel










more than once I've been called upon to ask myself,
"What would a Monkey do?"









I never understood what they meant by "fat ladies in glasses"
until I'd been under surveillance by the Secret Service











they talk of War and all the while I've fought myself
and I'm one tough son-of-a-bitch

battered

a battered steel door
left slightly ajar
o' so carefully
I slip my words in

startled

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startled sparrows
she never really grasps
a word that I say


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Father's Day

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even in this light
I can't make out the words
Father's Day



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