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Who can figure out the true meaning of "covfefe" ??? Enjoy!
(he doesn't know either)
 I think it's this clown guy (not Obama)



Poetry Review BY LT

Wise words are snapshots.  In three-sentence-structures with five-seven-five syllables, in snippets of one man’s movement across the cosmos, Japanese elder AshiAkira shares 496 of these precious moments in his new collection HAIKU POEMS [ISBN: 978-1-4834-6846-4].

As Ashi explains in his introduction, “By catching a glimpse of nature’s work, only a momentary spark, and jotting it down in words as a reflection of our mind, we may get closer to knowing it. 

Out of thousands he’s done, his first collection of haiku-style was randomly chosen by the 79-year-old poet, and each is as joyful as it is sacred.

Wherever you are,
You are watching this same moon
Together with me.

Hear sparrows chirping.
I can tell what’s going on.
They can’t keep secrets.

Weather forecasters—
Basically honest people,
So I forgive you.

Clouds flowing away
Bring my words with you to her.
Stars twinkle like her eyes.

A crow on a branch
Watches other birds away
Like a lonely king.

Humming of mother
Long ago, but it still sounds
In my gray-haired head.

Dragonflies move fast.
They hover from time to time.
They see the world well.

Evening subway train,
Many people busy texting.
A child smiled at me.

The middle of August,
Anniversary of war’s end.
Hunger remembered.

Crows on a tree branch
In black robes like Buddhist monks
In meditation.

He writes:
Since the haiku poems must be squeezed into such a small number of syllables, we need a special poetic license to write them: the license to kill, to kill the grammar. And, for now:
Whatever language
Say it in five-seven-five rhythm
My heart will follow

AshiAkira’s new book is a beauty, a ravishing art, pleasing and easy on the eyes, and lovely to the heart.

Visit Ashi and his writing at his blog:



From our August 1915 issue, Robert Frost’s “BIRCHES"
I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
I want you to know I'm not back yet but read this poem


may day may day

that was some rainbow last week
May Day May Day can mean many things - like we need HELP - SOS SOS

or it's May 1st and we're out collecting dew at dawn.

In our case, BIG BOOM is saying we love you all for reading and we'll be back - but not right away.

We have work to do. And it's not blogging. We were multi-tasking (way too much) and not getting done what needs to get done...(like being outdoors, walking, reading and taking long naps)...I'm wrapping up Two Ethels of Tillamook - edits soon.

Single Task is not as easy as it sounds.

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