Offerings |
-1-Buddha beggingIn the streets ofThe capital cityOf Shrauasti.Patched saffron robe,No shoes on his feet.Empty purple stone bowlIn his hands for offerings.Around noontimeHe would go door to door,Non d...
Posted by Michael Grover on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 08:16:00 PST |
Modern Day Airports |
Modern airports are likeSmall cities.Complete with their own interstates,Their own police,LayerUponLayer.With their own food courts,A virtual buffet.Gift shops with souvenirsWithout entering the city....
Posted by Michael Grover on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 05:30:00 PST |
Hungover |
HungoverFrom too many words last night.Still groggy in the head.Searching the buildingFor a sign of life.In the managers officeThey are talking business,I keep walking.My friends still sleepingTorn do...
Posted by Michael Grover on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 07:27:00 PST |
To Fear Change |
To Fear ChangeIs to beTrapped in a boxOf no growth,But sure you would beHappy with it.To shut out the world,Listen to your own noise.Listen toThe self.To not see beyondThe ego.To not seeThe larger pic...
Posted by Michael Grover on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 10:18:00 PST |
Columbus Day 08 |
It was columbus day,Leaves began to fall.Littering the sidewalk,And the hood of my car.To be swept up and thrown away.It was columbus day,Hatespeech becameAll american.An acceptable debateFor the pres...
Posted by Michael Grover on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 10:11:00 PST |
No Thing |
It came to himThis path he was walkingWas the path he was meant to walk.He did not need to find himself,He was there.Walking away from modern society,Disappearing more every day.Some people didn't eve...
Posted by Michael Grover on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 09:44:00 PST |
The New Reality Is An Illusion |
The words failTo fall From mind, To arm, To hand, To fingers, To pen, To page.Transmission received,I guess they don't fail.Reality is a moviePlaying itself outOn the wid...
Posted by Michael Grover on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 07:53:00 PST |
The Club |
Like a prize fighterI entered the ring.As the crowd hungTo word after word,Poem after Poem.Eyes fixed on the stageAs I exploded Poeticaly,Metaphorically.Leaving carnage in my wake,And kept those eyes ...
Posted by Michael Grover on Sat, 11 Oct 2008 10:38:00 PST |
Who Stole Art’s Soul? |
Sharks will try to market anything,If it exists it can be soldNothing is sacred to them.Sitting in a shark tank,Watching observing.As they plot and planTo make make money on other peoples art.Under th...
Posted by Michael Grover on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 08:20:00 PST |
Ottawa Park Haiku (Set 6) |
-58-leaves begin to changeas autumn is upon usgreen yellow and red-59-berries grow on treethe branches growing heavydangling in the air-60-red leaves on the treeglowing through a field of greenstands ...
Posted by Michael Grover on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 08:18:00 PST |
