09 Tuesday Jan 2018
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Beauty is fleeting-
supernatural powers
traded for brief affairs.
Women’s hair attracts men,
less so their inveterate chat.
A powerful man
can become a girl’s plaything,
manipulated by tears.
Like fierce rutting stags,
men pick up the scent and fight,
to out-do others.
One year they’ll be old –
antlers broken – and banished.
08 Monday Jan 2018
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Remember, the views expressed below belong to
a 14th century Japanese monk. Pas moi, necessarily!
It’s shameful to have
inferior descendants.
Extinct lineage
can be a blessing sometimes.
Living forever
will engender no pity.
No matter how long
one lives, retrospectively,
all will seem so transient.
We lose faculties;
self-analysis can fade.
It’s miserable
to see someone cling to life,
when they should be letting go.
26 Tuesday Dec 2017
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Something so simple
as the capital changing
made everyone move,
except for the redundant.
Highly-prized estates
fell into rack and ruin.
Men were uncertain.
Suddenly they all shifted
right back to where they’d come from.
Well, Fukuhara
was found to be limiting.
You can bet your boots
old houses were not re-built
in terms of former grandeur.
