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May 6, 2016 Lady Poem

Friday, May 6th, 2016

Attende Domine

Worms crawl in the ground
all sacred, the ground – and oh why
do I forget to walk on it

Decorative prisms
hang in the window barrier to my
filigree tree with its own ornaments,
wintered sycamore pods

Sparkling wings fling the sky
past its branches

Birdsong garland
cheerful honey to my ears

And the sun put
a rainbow in my husband’s eyes

~ Lady


Lady Poem 4/22/2016

Friday, April 22nd, 2016

A child crouched
on the aside of a stream

A burbling parenthesis
in some future

Whimsy flows whistling
with the tinsel of sapling birds

Wet work thinking
he plans in his head paced by breaths
he scrapes

Gray clay hard to obtain
with a stick from the bank

His fat fingers fumble

~ Lady


core sample

Thursday, March 3rd, 2016


Core Sample

If I still knew
all I’ve known
I’d no a lot more.

Or maybe yes.

Had past lessons earned
remained learned
a corner I’d have turned.

Or at least have a better guess.

I plot and plow
to get through now
honoring Tao.

And all with which I’m blessed.

But red is not blue
all is not none
zero is not score.

Life is still often a mess.

– Smith, 3.3.2016



sleep wake wake sleep

Monday, February 29th, 2016


Status Report 187

It’s good to have a porpoise in life
helps in having a whale of a time
unless you winnow your minnows.

Sometimes dark takes the mind
getting through gets heavy
gets hard, gets weary
just logical
stuff happens
no happen, no stuff
it goes in cycles
that’s why there’s sleep and wake
night and day
hunger and satiation.

Today is an almost bedtime day
a day of wait to sleep and wake
hoping sleep will wake without.

More pun tomorrow
less sucking bone sorrow
soar more like an arrow.

– Smith, 2.29.2016




the wheel run around

Tuesday, August 11th, 2015




Status Report 55

You go you go you go you go
you keep on going
living your life
slightly off balance
tilted forward
you keep stepping to stop falling
and you step you step you step you step
until long way tomorrow
is far yesterday
so you go
you keep on going
you go you go you go
you try not to fall.

– Smith, 8.11.2015



Lady Poem – July 10, 2015

Friday, July 10th, 2015


Men as beautiful as women
Flash of earring, hair straight as
train rail, reality of an individual’s hand
musing a feather like a fan dance by Martha Graham
entree to walk in the secret garden
of thought, love quest echoing
in canyons, mind calling soul

Some people call it the happiest place on earth,
those who lived in Paradise Valley, Yamosöpö tuviwarai,
before clash of Paiute and Spanish, slave traffic
melding into the fusion of their children
like sand falling from story-telling hands
strange comfort of syncretism
over centuries

~ Lady



Ready – Lady Poem 6/11/2015

Thursday, June 11th, 2015


Whim steps to garden path
Growth loads jewelweed’s spring
Wood’s xylem shades us

~ Lady



Lady Poem – June 4, 2015

Thursday, June 4th, 2015


A kneeling person
in a sunken cathedral
haloed by the universe’s concern
like an x marks the spot
Christ on the cross

Knights playing lofty
games of giant chess on the
battlefield of conflicting ideals,
honor and secrets

Live and love
persistent flapping prayer flags,
a Buddhist monk flying, an asexual actor
trailing through bowing flowers kissed by
pursed lips of blowing wind
hugging flow xoxo

Women, too, claiming stakes
not only moon, but sun, too

~ Lady




Saturday, May 30th, 2015


of part of an agrarian past
holding baskets of now
heirloom produce–
the tomato
and smiling forever

Or in tall, dignified finery
in an ancient hall, kind of slow
and lacking in color

Or in an exhale
let into relaxed
and painless air
sans worry

And there’s us
too often with our calculators
days locked inside brains

Or better sometimes, looking
and listening

All of it, living and past–

to everything on the backdrop
of the cosmos – deeper and deeper
starry mirror

clumping together
bits of moving dust
in sentient host

~ Lady




Thursday, May 21st, 2015



Roses spilling blooming fountains
blossoming from hand, ribbons dangling down
tokens appreciating life during rites
of life

Where did roses come from? How is it
they are so beautiful, so cultivated?
Did The Universe know they would be
prized and make them, these queens
of flowers?

Or is it just that we decided–an elevation
of taste like chrysanthemums
in Asia?

Birds sing signalling redemption,
this new day, this new season
deliveries of fresh dawns
relentless freshness

And their lungs,
so many varied synrinx whistles
warbling signature songs through
music box throats–

What shape the key but
a kind of sheer permeating cheer?

~ Lady



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