"matsuo" poems - Hello Poetry

Oh, my Medusa That piercing, seductive stare Gets me so rock hard. "braullw nevae falls" That's 'braille never fails', Spelled by a blind man. Matsuo Basho Turns in his grave: first, five times then seven, then five. The dankest of **** Floats slowly into my lungs Oh wait...Asbestos. hahaha ye boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii yeyeyeyeye ye boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hehe wyd

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Oct 19, 2017

Oct 19, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC

achillesontheroof

A Collection of Dumb Haikus, Thanks

Oh, my Medusa That piercing, seductive stare Gets me so rock hard. "braullw nevae falls" That's 'braille never fails', Spelled by a blind man. Matsuo Basho Turns in his grave: first, five times then seven, then five. The dankest of **** Floats slowly into my lungs Oh wait...Asbestos. hahaha ye boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii yeyeyeyeye ye boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hehe wyd

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The temple bell stops - but the sound keeps coming out of the flowers. Matsuo Basho

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Feb 7, 2025

Feb 7, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC

irinia

the bell

The temple bell stops - but the sound keeps coming out of the flowers. Matsuo Basho

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"Go to the pine if you want to learn about pine" Matsuo Bashō How long is falling the autumn leaf torn of the too long summer. And in the high pines with their bodies defending the sky against the earth the steel edge of the winter is breaking in two. Both you and me toss both the time and the wind in pines propped up back to back. And the pines recognized us.

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Jun 3, 2015

Jun 3, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC

bozhidar-pangelov

Learn about

"Go to the pine if you want to learn about pine" Matsuo Bashō How long is falling the autumn leaf torn of the too long summer. And in the high pines with their bodies defending the sky against the earth the steel edge of the winter is breaking in two. Both you and me toss both the time and the wind in pines propped up back to back. And the pines recognized us.

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A for Anne Sexton, again and again! The love and the anger had come back again! B for Bob Dylan, ballad of a thin man! Walk into a room with a pencil in your hand! C for Charles Baudelaire, am not shore on his French! D for Dylan Thomas, that child's Christmas made sense! E for Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee! It was a many a many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea! F for Francisco de Quevedo, the Spanish I couldn't understand! G for George Eliot, her proper names Mary Anne! H for homer the Iliad book 13! Wolfs in the Forrest, and the battle could be seen! I for Isabella Velancy Crawford, A Harvest song! Her poetry was so lovely, and nothing spelt wrong! J for Jim Morrison, My bestest poet of all! Is music is "king" his rock stood so tall! K for Kahlil Gibran, I awaken I stare at the sun! An artist, a poet, a writer, but sadly all his works been done! L for Lewis Carrol, the hunting of the snark! M for Matsuo Basho, the true master of his heart! N for Nizar Qabbani, a poet that was so sweet! A diplomat a publisher, I hope you R.I.P. O for Oscar Wilde, in the good room - A Harmony! Ivory hands, on the Ivory keys! Strayed in a fitful fantasy! P for Pablo Picasso, the morning of the world! A painter, a sculptor, a print maker, a ceramicist not known to us all! Q for Quincy Troupe, skulls along the river! What a greater poet, and what a greater performer! R for Robert Frost, nothing gold can stay! 1864 - 1963! S for Sylvia Plath, she wrote love is a parallax! She also got found with her head in the oven, the poor soul died of inhaling gas R.I.P T for Ted Hughes, a poet and children's writer! U for all you poets! Your futures looking brighter! V for Victor Hugo, the grave and the Rose! He wrote about the Dews of dawn! And always mentioned his Rose! W for William Shakespeare, a poet that he was! He'll be up there somewhere special! Playing and writing for the Gods! X for --xtra space, I couldn't leave it blank! Y for Yoda Buson! And Z will have to stay blank-----------

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Mar 6, 2020

Mar 6, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC

john-parker

A CLASSICAL RHYME.

A for Anne Sexton, again and again! The love and the anger had come back again! B for Bob Dylan, ballad of a thin man! Walk into a room with a pencil in your hand! C for Charles Baudelaire, am not shore on his French! D for Dylan Thomas, that child's Christmas made sense! E for Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee! It was a many a many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea! F for Francisco de Quevedo, the Spanish I couldn't understand! G for George Eliot, her proper names Mary Anne! H for homer the Iliad book 13! Wolfs in the Forrest, and the battle could be seen! I for Isabella Velancy Crawford, A Harvest song! Her poetry was so lovely, and nothing spelt wrong! J for Jim Morrison, My bestest poet of all! Is music is "king" his rock stood so tall! K for Kahlil Gibran, I awaken I stare at the sun! An artist, a poet, a writer, but sadly all his works been done! L for Lewis Carrol, the hunting of the snark! M for Matsuo Basho, the true master of his heart! N for Nizar Qabbani, a poet that was so sweet! A diplomat a publisher, I hope you R.I.P. O for Oscar Wilde, in the good room - A Harmony! Ivory hands, on the Ivory keys! Strayed in a fitful fantasy! P for Pablo Picasso, the morning of the world! A painter, a sculptor, a print maker, a ceramicist not known to us all! Q for Quincy Troupe, skulls along the river! What a greater poet, and what a greater performer! R for Robert Frost, nothing gold can stay! 1864 - 1963! S for Sylvia Plath, she wrote love is a parallax! She also got found with her head in the oven, the poor soul died of inhaling gas R.I.P T for Ted Hughes, a poet and children's writer! U for all you poets! Your futures looking brighter! V for Victor Hugo, the grave and the Rose! He wrote about the Dews of dawn! And always mentioned his Rose! W for William Shakespeare, a poet that he was! He'll be up there somewhere special! Playing and writing for the Gods! X for --xtra space, I couldn't leave it blank! Y for Yoda Buson! And Z will have to stay blank-----------

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"Oh, tranquility Penetrating the very rock, A cicada's voice." Matsuo Basho I was broken, how much do I have to say? my first taste of the air, a tornado I wear my mind full of cracks, of strange attractors, the chaos of the blue lives there, some collage of potting soil and beauty my tears are round like an explosion my hips an extension of tenderness I was broken beyond despair beyond repair white birds in my smile going to far away places in search for their shape when nobody sees me my hands are full of laughter, of dance, of forgetting, no need to take myself too seriously I am broken and I like to feel my fragments caressed by the morning air, by his sleepy hands, or the passersby's careless looks

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Apr 11, 2023

Apr 11, 2023 at 4:44 PM UTC

irinia

broken

"Oh, tranquility Penetrating the very rock, A cicada's voice." Matsuo Basho I was broken, how much do I have to say? my first taste of the air, a tornado I wear my mind full of cracks, of strange attractors, the chaos of the blue lives there, some collage of potting soil and beauty my tears are round like an explosion my hips an extension of tenderness I was broken beyond despair beyond repair white birds in my smile going to far away places in search for their shape when nobody sees me my hands are full of laughter, of dance, of forgetting, no need to take myself too seriously I am broken and I like to feel my fragments caressed by the morning air, by his sleepy hands, or the passersby's careless looks

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Cuando los japoneses adquirieron el rockefeller center ellos que tienen geishas y la sony y samurais y teatro no y kamikazes y kurosawa y matsuo basho y panasonic y aprenden flamenco por computadora y pueden cantar tangos sin entender palabra cuando los japoneses adquirieron el rockefeller center supe que por fin había empezado la sutilísima la dulce venganza de hiroshima

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Mario Benedetti

Rencor mi viejo rencor

Cuando los japoneses adquirieron el rockefeller center ellos que tienen geishas y la sony y samurais y teatro no y kamikazes y kurosawa y matsuo basho y panasonic y aprenden flamenco por computadora y pueden cantar tangos sin entender palabra cuando los japoneses adquirieron el rockefeller center supe que por fin había empezado la sutilísima la dulce venganza de hiroshima

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