Sunday, December 05, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (71)
IN ALL THINGS
In all things
it's not
the putting it
to it
that does it,
but the moving
it about,
the old monk
explained.
~
DON'T TAKE
Don't take so much
you can't carry it,
the old monk said.
That's too much.
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WHAT YOU LOSE
What you lose
at the crossroads
you won't make up
for with tips,
the old monk said.
~
Saturday, December 04, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (70)
HOW MUCH
How much
does what
you can
do help
what you
can't do,
the old
monk asked.
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NOT RIGHT NOW
Not right now
but soon,
the old monk said,
is patience.
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GRACE WILL NOT
Grace will not
save us
when we love
sin so much,
the old monk
says, and we do
love sin.
~
Friday, December 03, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (69)
ONLY A FEW
Only a few
should be enough,
the old monk said,
if you don't waste them.
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SOMETIMES SILENCE
Sometimes silence
is the blessing,
the old monk said.
Sometimes it's
a friend's voice.
~
IF THERE ARE
If there are
no stars
in that
parallel
universe,
the old monk said,
what do they
wish upon?
~
Thursday, December 02, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (68)
IT'S LIKE YOU'RE
It's like you're carrying
a heavy box, this holiness,
the old monk said.
~
HOW MUCH
How much does it
hurt to wait,
the old monk asked.
That's how much
you want it.
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AND YOUR ANGELS
And your angels
shall gather round,
then together
you shall fly.
That's they way
the take you,
the old monk said.
~
Tuesday, November 30, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (67)
SOMEONE WHO
Someone who says
you can't say it
will say it
sometime later,
the old monk said.
~
IF EVERYONE
If everyone
wants it,
no one shares,
the old monk said.
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WHERE IT SHINES
Where it shines
is because
you touch it,
the old monk says.
~
Monday, November 29, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (66)
WIDER AND WIDOW
Wider and widow
walked in a bar,
the old monk said.
That's how you
start a joke.
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I'D LIKE TO
I'd like to copyright
what I'm going to say,
the old monk said,
but I can't write that fast.
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THERE'S NO THERE
There's no there there
if there's no fire,
the old monk said.
~
Sunday, November 28, 2021
TEN OLD MONK POEMS (43)
THE RAIN
The rain
lets itself go, yes,
the old monk said.
~
HOW MUCH DO YOU
How much do you
want to fly,
the wind asked
the old monk.
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THIS IS NOT
This is not
the job I want,
it's the job I got,
so let's get
on with it,
the old monk said.
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POEM WITH
"Poem with the First
Five Lines Ending
with T" -- would that
be a good title,
the old monk wondered.
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WANTING / DOESN'T
Wanting
doesn't fly fast enough
to get you there,
the old monk told them.
~
IF YOU CAN
If you can learn it,
you can learn it again,
the hardest lesson,
the old monk says.
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SOMETIMES / WORDS
Sometimes
words use each other
in interesting ways,
the old monk told the poet.
~
I WRITE
I write small and smaller
until there's nothing left to say,
the old monk admitted.
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THE TASK
The task
is to accept
the task,
the old monk said.
~
HOW FAR UNTIL
How far until
I fall off
the mountain,
the old monk
always wonders.
~
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (65)
YOUR BETTER SELF
Your better self--
he's the same size
but bigger,
the old monk says.
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IF THEY KNOW
If they know what they want,
the old monk said,
how can you surprise them?
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IF YOU DON'T
If you don't
like it so late,
start earlier
next time,
the old monk said.
~
