zazen...
the air conditioner
hums
haiku by Chenou Liu
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Sweet Hummings of the Sea
The heart of the sea hums
The love song that I never heard off.
I want to fill the silent nooks of my mountain
With these hummings of the sea.
Every dusk I fly down to the shores
To collect these sweet hums of the sea.
The whole night through
I fly back to my mountains
This flight with the hums of the sea in my heart
Gives me tremendous joy.
poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
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~Spring~
I can't walk ready ground
and tender grass,
When carpet and concrete
envelope each step.
I can't feel tempered breeze
teasing through my hair,
When an air conditioner hums
its soothing repent.
I can't paint subtle vibrancy
of spring's meadow,
When a wall encases
each hand.
I can't perfume halls
with the hint of its arrival...
But I can,
Open my door,
walk out,
And welcome spring in.
sinnaminsun 2010
poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun
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Lazy Afternoon
around the four corners of these walls
i sit
still, my arms on the side of my body, my eyes staring at the ceiling,
my neck stiffens, and the door is closed,
the air conditioner hums the monotony of its sound
faithful to its functions,
the venetian blinds are half-open doubting the world outside
where busy people come and go without stopping
on a rush the cars flash a change of metallic colors,
i am astounded by this catastrophe of a world denying itself
of its much deserved-calmness
a slow motion could have been more beautiful
where teenagers meet and kiss, and there i want the world stopped.
the movie unfolds, and i do not want it to end.
i cannot sleep. There is more to be seen.
This is crazy. Thoughts flowing like a river and i am a boat without a rudder.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dancing Socrates
I roast in the sun, old wretch...
I lie, and yawn, I stretch.
Old am I, but full of pep:
When I take a slug from the cup
I sing.
My ancient bones bask in the sun's glow,
And my curly, wise, grey head.
In that wise head, like woods in spring
Hums and hums a wiser wine.
Eternal thoughts flow and flow,
Like time.
poem by Julian Tuwim
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Ryokan
I have followed him to his hermitage.
Stalked by loneliness he has revealed
a better way and shared with me Zazen
through writings and the sound of the
Hototogisu.
I have carried him on the tube
and into my working week
where he has shown me
winter passing
and the passage of spring
I have sat in the garden
In the quiet stillness
and learnt the
impermanence
of all things.
poem by Diana Rosser
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In Mexico an air conditioner is called a politician because it makes a lot of noise but doesn't work very well.
quote by Len Deighton
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Billy Shampoo is better. I go on first and clean the hair. Conditioner is better. I leave the hair silky and smooth. Oh, really, fool Really.
quote by Billy Madison
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Boom-boom, Lonely-hearts are in Gloom Hums a Red Flamingo
Eek! On the moonless sky, grey clouds are ashen and sober;
Trees are swaying helter-skelter with leaves tousled and sere
As west wind drives the minute nature in a conspirative plot,
voodooed by an autumn night, a lonesome pine in an orphic thought.
Jibber, jabber joo! Wig, wiggly woo in lonely flu - boo hoo!
Boom-boom, Lonely-hearts are in gloom hums a red flamingo.
Gee! In a deserted and isolated lonesome valley, I met my ally;
while Ploughing a lonely furrow, I caught him - a nervous Nelly;
His soul is a tattered cloud and his heart is a battered sea
As tender sapling in him is not watered, oh, I met him in me.
Jibber, jabber joo! Wig, wiggly woo in lonely flu - boo hoo!
Boom-boom, Lonely-hearts are in gloom hums a red flamingo.
hardy-har-har! My whole world went black with air looked black,
Sun looked black; I laid in bed and stared at room walls dark,
Outside I still always appear bright with a mask, Ooh-la-la
Hoodooed by single crow I remain in a pitch dark inside, blah!
Jibber, jabber joo! Wig, wiggly woo in lonely flu - boo hoo!
Boom-boom, Lonely-hearts are in gloom hums a red flamingo.
Hoot-hoot! It's loneliness that makes the brassiest noise
Without any voice, it tomahawks lonely-hearts, oh dear boys;
Before it bites, even rattlesnake warns you in a chiller-thriller;
Alas! Without any sound Lonely Cyclops burns you - a whale killer.
Jibber, jabber joo! Wig, wiggly woo in lonely flu - boo hoo!
Boom-boom, Lonely-hearts are in gloom hums a red flamingo
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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Oh! Doubt Me Not
Oh! doubt me not -- the season
Is o'er when Folly made me rove,
And now the vestal, Reason,
Shall watch the fire awaked by Love.
Although this heart was early blown,
And fairest hands disturb'd the tree,
They only shook some blossoms down --
Its fruit has all been kept for thee.
Then doubt me not -- the season
Is o'er when Folly made me rove,
And now the vestal, Reason,
Shall watch the fire awaked by Love.
And though my lute no longer
May sing of Passion's ardent spell,
Yet, trust me, all the stronger
I feel the bliss I do not tell.
The bee through many a garden roves,
And hums his lay of courtship o'er,
But when he finds the flower he loves,
He settles there, and hums no more.
Then doubt me not -- the season
Is o'er when Folly kept me free,
And now the vestal, Reason,
Shall guard the flame awaked by thee.
poem by Thomas Moore
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While the distant drums
beat time with a fleet farewell,
an aged drone hums.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (13 January 1993)
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The hair of a bow
The hair of a bow
Vibrate the head
And frog screw hums
And music said
I am strong
without words.
poem by David E. Patton
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Winter's distant drums
greet time with fleet beat farewell
as aged drone hums
haiku by Jonathan Robin (25 June 2008)
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The earth hums to me to-day in the sun, like a woman at her spinng, some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Within Pink Marble Walls
Within pink marble walls...
beneath the stars
to departed tenant
Godindwelt
the conch hums omkar
poem by Saiom Shriver
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A truck loads garbage,
Driver hums along, and sticks
Red bouquet on seat.
Flowers not discriminate;
Fragrance emanate...
tanka by Mamta Agarwal
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No remote is available
I have remote for my television
To change the channels and enjoy various programs;
I have remote also to change the stations
In World Space satellite radio to enjoy melodious music;
I can switch on my air conditioner to
Cool my room and myself using a remote;
But no remote is available with me
To operate my mind and moods
So that I can change and channelize them
To be peaceful and blissful always
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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The First Long Rainy Night
it is the first long rainy night tonight.
now i can sleep
satisfied about its own explanation
whey the day
had been so, so hot.
i turn the air conditioner off
and listen to the most real poem of nature
the first long rainy night tonight.
the sound of rain on my roof.
the sound of water dripping
on the side of the house
that feeling of being hard and wet
beside her.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sticky and Wet
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
And salty come the comments,
With humidity peaked.
A temperature rising,
Is wished to be left alone.
A temperature rising,
Is not welcomed in one's home.
And Summer is a bummer,
When the air conditioner is gone.
Yes Summer is a bummer.
Sticky and wet,
Is not what one condones.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
And salty come the comments,
With humidity peaked.
A temperature rising,
Is wished to be left alone.
Yes Summer is a bummer.
Sticky and wet,
Is not what one condones.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
Sticky and wet,
Is not what one condones.
And Summer is a bummer,
When the air conditioner is gone.
Sticky and wet.
Sticky and wet.
Sticky and wet...
When humidity makes one moan.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The morning breeze hums
The morning breeze hums
African drums
The Ethiop stars
In the neighbourhood of Mars
Beckons you to heaven
The jackdaws crowing there are seven
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Be Windows To Be Shut
Don't open the windows!
Cold air will rush in.
Don't open the windows!
Hot air will blow in.
Don't open the windows!
Mosquitoes are there.
Don't open my history!
Treacheries will snare.
Don't open my memory!
Debaucheries will slip out.
Don't open my very eyes.
I should not be a witness.
Let the windows be shut;
With that the past buried.
Switch on the air-conditioner.
Spray on the bed perfume.
I must enjoy my night
With the world outside shut.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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