' ' ' ' ' Good Morning Onelia! (Tankas) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Day takes off her dress
hangs it on an horizon.
Naked now as night
her rich black skin glittering
with many stuck on stars...stars.

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Storm knocks on the door.
No one there except a moon.
Too fat to get in!
Stars sitting in window panes
wonder where...all humans are?

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Video slows to
slow...mo...as I move through t i m e
watching myself take all
the time in the world just to
get from one second...to...the next.


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Giant of a man
squeezed into little teashop
as if a mountain
had come to have cream tea.
Sips cup...extends his pinkie.

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Losing the head...hair!
Bald as billiard ball now.
Growing more hair on
his chin for compensation.
His head...looks upside...down now!

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Vines escapes concrete
does a runner up the wall.
Meets Death at child’s hand.
All that effort ripped away
idly in a child’s play.

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Gravestone so old gray
gives birth to the exquisite
tiny strawberries
running riot with a life
of their own...laughing at Death.

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SALAD DAYS

I gaze at flowers
as horses graze on flowers.
Both loving flowers
each in our separate ways.
I nibbling a nasturtium.
Horse looking at a thistle.

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Scarecrow set alight
becoming a WICKERMAN.
Moon saying nothing.
An owl doesn’t give a hoot.
Scarecrow smiling to the end.

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ONE LITTLE JAPANESE WORD

Down on my knees I
whisper: “Fuwa! ” & “Fuwa! ”
Keep on keeping on
even though I can’t go on.
I smile: “Indestructible! ”