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"lhasa" poems
I lean against a stucco building that has a turquoise whale painted on the sidewalk in front and pop in a piece of Wrigley’s as vendors unload eggplant and plump onions, two women walk past, one isn’t wearing a bra and the other should be wearing two, I see a neighbor listening as three Jamaican bucket drummers argue over cigars, my neighbor nods and flips his Pall Mall into the street, a gal walking a Lhasa Apso snuffs the cigarette with her heel, the dog hikes on a crate of cabbage sitting atop a guitar case; bravo to you God, a better morning I could not have lived.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
Farmer's Market Prayer
Why do I go into the talklamakan desert To trace the steps of my love His gentle Buddha like face Engraved in both Mind and heart. I travel with a broken heart.   Why do I go into the talklamakan desert To see the last places That my love Went to. The memories Of our coupling Seared into my being I travel with a broken heart Why do I go into the talklamakan desert To find the disembodied Soul of my love Memories of talking about the teachings Bookmarked in the heart. I travel with a broken heart. Why do I go into the talklamakan Desert To be reunited with my love Into a place of souls and demons It’s night I sleep next to A watch tower Hearing: “nga kayrangla gawpo nebo, I always will!” Was this the last place he went I travel with a broken heart. I dream of the times in Lhasa When you were still with me Coupling in the eachothers arms. Then I hear his voice “Nga kayrangla gawpo yo nebo, I always will!” I awake in the middle of the night In the middle of the talklamakan I finally see him Still that monk I loved But he was undead I did not care We embraced And kissed Our tounges danced We both wanted to couple But he was a zombie And I was alive. I hold him As if he was so precious I gently kiss him And I walk into a town Crying to my self.   I traveled with a broken heart.
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
Talklamakan
Shagri-La (Lhasa); now ruined forever
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Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
The 45 places to Go in 2012
in the beginning everything was sweet like the tea you sipped. it was sweet like that little Lhasa puppy we brought home. in the beginning everything was forever like the car rides to new boston. it was forever like supper on an empty tummy. in the end everything is dark like that day you left. it is dark like my chest. in the end nothing is certain. nothing is how it was in the beginning.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
the beginning
We have ridden camels in the Kalahari, Flew Eagles over Canada, walked across the Niagra. We have boated up the Nile and pierced the catacombs of Rome. We made love by the red rock in Australia. Our adventures overlap memory. We've spun the Sun and tossed the moon, walked on coals, groomed gorillas and climbed to Lhasa. We were married in Tibet, among the Chinese stalls, made our way to India and slept with tigers. The planet swings as we kiss, and spins to the rhythm of Joy. Caroline Shank
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 6:28 AM UTC
In My Dream
We were practicing the positions While love making “Claudia, would you like to run away with me to Tibet. I always wanted to be a Lama. And we will be safe!” I said that was romantic But I had commitments To my art. But thinking back in the morning I thought I had nothing here to live for And I told you that And that we can live in Tibet. And idea was that I could teach the monks or locals As it turned out We ended up in Lhasa In a small monastery We kept to our selves And you got groomed The piercings still there Thank god We made love regularly Until we got married and you Started to study. I took to sketching The locals and the other monks There was one young monk That I kept sketching And we started To have feeling for one another When became native I. The language Taught him my karate in front And soon we ended making out “You think I am beautiful?” I Said repeatedly He said yes and kissed me. When I wasn’t with you or him I drew ****** sketches of this beautiful young man. You found out And cast him out. I was angry But for a short while.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
To Tibet