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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