• Bonsaic Verses

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    the emperor’s new haiku
    no season word
    no kigo

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    not sailing tonight
    on my coffee cup¯
    the crescent moon

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    dances with words¯
    finding my rhyme and rhythm
    barefoot in the rain

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    August sun¯
    with Basho and Cummings
    in my noosphere

    reconfiguring my pond
    or delettering a word

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    a long brisk walk
    from Baclaran to Coastal¯
    here’s to my heart

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    if you want to sign
    your name on the sands of time
    don’t perish the thought

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    make words not war¯
    let the world reverberate
    with lilting verbs

    let the ampersands explode
    punctuating peace with poetry

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    a kigo remains
    inaccessible
    from my sense of sight

    and just this moment
    a word takes off with
    a breath and a hush

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    Catanduanes¯
    in every passing storm
    a new genesis

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    bee apocalypse¯
    an impending global war
    between two empires

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    chasing buses¯
    my random textimony
    and rush hour poetry

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    radiant green¯
    longing to hear
    a peacock song
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    in my noosphere¯
    wretched poet that i am
    not knowing your storm

    send me your thunder
    to stir my lazy morn still
    cocooned on my bed

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    hard rain¯
    the crysong of a bulbul
    losing its nest

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    Agno river¯
    reclaiming again
    its native demesne

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    after the rain¯
    I long to see the blue moon
    of Aquarius

    and the verdant green
    of ten thousand trees

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    in my haunting dream
    looking through my mind’s eye¯
    kaleidoscopic

    an hour-glass on the desert
    and the ruins of Babel

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    strange two suns¯
    I can sense you now
    O Nibiru!

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    new age poetry¯
    tantric or dancing
    the harlem shake

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    one with
    million people march
    at Luneta Park

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    writing on a page
    vandalizing my wall with
    a hundred haiku

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    evening tea¯
    contemplating on a word
    hanging in my mind

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    rocking Pegasus¯
    imaginary battles
    with my childhood selves

    in the hillock of duendes
    under a tamarind tree

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