Keilani Poetry

on snowy branches
linger
the footprints
of a chirping bird
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in River Lethe
I drowned my sorrow
that upon my return
to this world of shadow
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Ah let me be
invisible to thee
O' world
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"And she shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth her fruit in her season; her leaf also shall not wither." (Psalm 1: 3)

In my windblown arid wilderness
a pauper in lands desolate
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robed in poetic verse
knit in primordial thought
in Wisdom and in Song
uttered cadence and rune before
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Shall we share some wine or tea
explore potentialities
converse of life's complexities
asseverate philosophies
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Lately
when the winds sing
they remind me
of who I am
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from yesterdays
tomorrows come
and hidden seeds
sprout forth their bloom
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Turmoil
a raging sea
capsizing our democracy
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Death
folded my wings

now higher
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infinite expanse
blurs clear sky with wave's edge
fusing mind and sword
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Forgiveness
is the flowering
of Love
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I entered a beggar
in a tenement of mud

half-poured
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Melancholy shamisen
lilting rolling ocean waves
echoes in the seagull's cry
my ear inclines your ancient strains
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all's recycled
in the press of Time

the rolling desert of yesterday
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From the ancients
to coevals

all the books
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An endless carousel it seems
this masquerade of dreams
where wanton pucks and phantoms stray
and shadows dance against the sun
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approaching first frost
the fleeing birds leave no trace
handprint touching sky
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Let's meet at Appomattox
once again
to walk free
without noose or gun
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can be
the rays of sun
each a gauntlet thrown
casting challenges
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