Cuttings - April

 

Short Poems
Haiku, Free Verse, Tercets, Senryu, Concrete, Quatrains, Couplets, Fragments
One to Ten Line Poems


By

Michael P. Garofalo


 

 

 

 

 

 

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April


Red Bluff, Tehama County, North Sacramento Valley, California

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                     head on hand
                                                  eyes down -
                                     whiskey breath

 

 

 

 

 

 

                       Buddha's birthday-
                       2566 candles
                       burned to nothing.
                                         [Siddhartha Gautama, circa: 4/8/563-483 BC]

 

 

 

 

                                                roses
                                                                         cut in the rain
                                                                          pouring fragrances

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                Mt. Shasta in
                                                                my rearview mirror --
                                                                Mozart on CD.

 

 

 

 

 

                               Her long stare;
                               a wink away
                               from the blush.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                  Arguing about Iraq
                                                  over lunch -
                                                  heartburn.    

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               The truth beyond words
                                               beyond silence -
                                               her big grin.

 

 

 

 

                             Absentmindedly
                             walking nowhere --
                             orange sunrise.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                             Black butterflies
                                                             in love -
                                                             April sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                 Dropped off
                                                          body and mind--
                                                   weeding new cuttings.

 

 

 

                                                                     Pines needles
                                                                     silvered by the sun--
                                                                     clear blue skies.

 

 

 

 

 

                    Flowers flying
                    in the breeze--
                    sweet scents of spring.  

 

                                           

 

 

                        April showers -
                                dogs cower
                                from the thunder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                A homeless man shivers in the sunshine.
                Home of the free; land of the hungry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                       Soldiers on both sides
                                       shiver at dawn -
                                       homesick.

 

 

 

 

                             

 

 

                           iridescent red
                           hedge roses--
                           scattered fog

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                    April -
                                    one less
                                    blanket on the bed.  

 

 

 

 

 

                                                     Easter morning -
                                                                rising over stones
                                                                poppies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

        Patriotism ripens till rotten
        And the stink of revenge
        Perfumes the victory prayers,
        Or pathetic platitudes intoned.
        Flesh falls from bones,
        Sons become tombstones;
        Mothers moan, fathers groan,
        Brokenhearted in empty homes.

        the military graveyard
        needs mowing;
        not a soul in sight

 

 

 

 

 

                      Storing away
                      winter clothes-- 
                      months since she died.

 

 

 

 

                               Full speed into the void--
                                                  ariving late
                                             before anyone.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                  2,000 pound bombs
                                                  explode - 
                                                  freedom rings

 

 

 

 

 

                                                 the icy silence
                                                 day after day--
                                                
smoldering anger  

 

 

 

 

 

          She caught my eye,
                              high in the sycamore
                        a poised hawk.

 

 

 

 

 

                                  America attacks -
                                  flags hang
                                  at half-mast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                   walking in the weeds
                                                    Sneezing
                   into the spring breeze

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                   Weathered shed,
                                                   screens crawling with wasps
                                                   shaking in the April gale.

 

 

 

 

 

                                Two mares snoozing
                                in the tall spring grass--
                                cold north wind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        Web of grapevines
                                          crisscrossing the trellis -
                                                   ants ........

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

UGH!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                             Sunday rest
                                                             on shaded grass -
                                                                 Sermons by Cherry Blossoms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                             Everyone smiling
                                             on the warm clear day -
                                             Spring fever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

             Red winter,
                       Creamy white spring, green summer ...
                       Firethorn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                    Cheering our hearts -
                                   flushed spring leaves
                                   applaud the winds.

                    Heartsick girl
                    sobbing on the schoolyard.
                    Mind moves - flag flaps.

                              Flip-flopping leaves:
                    silver, green, silver, green, silver ...
                    Indecipherable winds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                     Walnuts
                                                     last to leaf;
                                                     The Queen makes us wait.

 

 

 

 

 

           Reading Issa,
           sipping tea
           smiling.    

 

 

 

 

 

 

April - Poems, Quotes, Links, Lore, and Garden Chores

 

 

 

 

 

 

                     McDonald's Breakfast Club--
                     the good ol' boys
                     calling for Al-Quida blood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                        Headless mouse
                                                        by the back door;
                                        ruthless cat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Concrete Poetry:  Links, Bibliography and Some Poems.     By Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

 

 

 

                                            bad dream - 
                                            the sitcom laugh track
                                            wakes me up.    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zen Poetry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                           Hot boulders
                                                      drying creek beds -
                                                     greening willows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        Ahh, the wide almond groves in full white flower
                                      Stunning in the morning sun.
                   Old naked Winter in his garb of
grays and browns has run.
                Forsythia blooms come and go in the blink of a yellow Eye,
            Then, suddenly, mysteriously, Green erupts; and we sigh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                         He raises a toast
                                         we pause ...
                                         lifting our spirits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                     a long drag,
                     a slow exhale--
                     deeper into dreams

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                         Long thick hair--
                                                                                                                     my eyes to Full Hips,
                                                                                                                     wandering lust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                Scattering
                                              behind the mower;
                                                        Clumps
                                of wet cut grass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                        Jerking awake
                                                                                                                          wrestling with demons--
                                                                      wounded dawn
                                                        bloodied but triumphant
                                                                                      Reborn
                                                                                                  utterly fresh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                  walking on and on .........
                                                  my sweat steams back

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                   Pine candles flickering green,
                                 junipers yellow headed,
                                 roses vibrant red ...  Stopping - I stared!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        trenches dug--
                   sore back
                   tired arms

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                               Plastic chair
                                                               blown on its back,
                                                                          resting today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                 below the bridge--
                                           a wrinkled crone
                                           sleeping alone

 

 

 

 

 

 

She pours more tea
politely-- 
             our chopsticks pause.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                      Bees in pink-purple
                                      plum blossoms--
                                      first days of spring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trees -  Quotes and Poems

 

 

 

 

 

 

slowly awakening
curled in the covers ...
           smelling coffee

 

 

 

 

 

                              Full kiai
                              bouncing off the dojo walls--
                                               shaking in sweat-soaked gi

 

 

 

 

 

Enlivened gestures
perfect and strong.
T'ai Chi Ch'uan with Patricia Long.

 

 

 

 

 

                                   Taxes forgotten--
                                   Weeding
                                   Mindlessly

 

 

 

 

 

Stop!
Under this huge cottonwood
Dancing up a storm

 

 

 

 

 

                                  black life on dead pulp--
                                  a fly
                                  on my book

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                working on
                                                                                    a split rain fence--
                                                                                  big brown hawk
                                                                     hiding his claws

 

 

 

 

 

                                                 Lively white cat,
                                                 dead brown sparrow:
                                                 Didn't get along!

 

 

 

 

 

                    black cows
                    fattened on high green grass
                    shadowed by black clouds

                    Truckload of cattle
                    on Slaughterhouse Road--
                    Death is unfair

 

 

 

 

 

                                                              Red Bluff Ro'day'o
                                                              Rounding e'm up--
                                                              pointy toed boots and Stetsons.

 

 

 

 

 

The thousandth time
the train tracks roared--
dogs still bark back

 

 

 

 

 

                                 Cut grass clings to
                                                          wet brown boots - 
                                 daybreak. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                        Sick son
                                        worried--
                                        as I.

                                        thin arms,
                                        balding heads--
                                                     cancer ward

                                        cold
                                        x-ray room
                                        groaning patients

                                                                      savoring each thin breath--
                                        the weak old man
                                        recovers from pneumonia

                                        My son,
                                        weakening ...
                                                 sleeping half the day.

                                                           

 

 

 

 

 

Stopped!
Snively Road Panorama
                      pulled me over

 

 

 

 

                                                  half a leek left--
                                                  somewhere content
                                                  a farting gopher

 

 

 

 

Chicken manure
ca ca doodle do do--
foul food for squash

 

 

 

 

Into the twilight--
       a brown jackrabbit
       heads to the pond

 

 

 

 

 

Spring - Quotes for Gardeners

 

 

 

 

 

Peacocks and guinea hens
screeching--
the foals bolt.

 

 

 

 

                                                Weeds in bloom
                                                Bright red, yellow, white--
                                                                    mowed down.

 

 

 

 

 

Backyard rock garden
my Stone Forest of Yunnan--
beloved odd stones.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                       Preachers
                                                                                                     gagging on their truths--
                                                       infants vomiting formula.

 

 

 

 

 

Samsara winks
Spring smiles--
           Nirvana trickles underground.

 

 

 

 

 

                                               Bloody dead dog
                                               crushed again--
                                               turning trucks

 

 

 

 

One week a hero for many,
next week an enemy for some--
                 Palm Sunday

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                     A woodpecker's knock
                                      Cracks the quiet sky
                                     Echoing off hardwoods

 

 

 

 

 

                One not two,
                two not one -
                legs on a snake.

 

 

 

 

 

                                        The dark pines edge the deepest shade,
                                                                      While cherry blossoms set and fade.

 

 

 

 

 

                          In downtown Portland, the sunlight shimmers
                          In walls of glass, mirroring steel and river.

 

 

 

 

 

Sea and creek meet
over rocks and sand--
        a noisy reunion

 

 

 

 

                                                         one frog
                                                         occasionally croaking--
                                                         lonely garden

 

 

 

 

Unafraid of demons
baffled by the zig-zag bridge--
the yellow carp swims
                          straight on.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                       lush meadow
                                                                                                                            orange glazed--
                                                                                                                            poppies

 

 

 

 

 

                            skittish girls
                            ogling a cute boy--
                            blushing

 

 

 

 

 

Redbuds in bloom:
purple on purple,
Royal purple.

 

 

 

 

 

                     Pekin and Rouen
                     ducklings in the brooder,
                     peeping not quacking.

                    

 

 

 

 

                                                              white roses
                                                              white cherry blossoms--
                                                              up in the blue dawn

 

 

 

 

 

hot rod parade
up Hilltop Road--
"Cool April Nights"

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        Years ago ...
                                      my dad died--
                        the sadness still comes
                        and goes.

                        I held his hand
                                        limp and pulseless;
                                                 both of us breathless.

                              my Dad for fifty years,                           
                                     Forever now:  a dead man.

                             Michael James Garofalo  1/10/1916 - 4/2/1997

                                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Haiku Poetry 
Links, References, Resources

 

 

 

 

 

Cuttings
Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo
Haiku, Couplets, Free Verse, Senryu, Quatrains, Limericks, Fragments
One to Ten Line Poems

 

 

 

 

Comments About the Poetry Webpages of Mike Garofalo

 

 

 

Teaching Haiku Poetry:  Links, References and Quotations

 

 

 



Zen Poetry

 

 

 

 

One Short of a Baker's Dozen

 

 

 

 

The Body as Audience

by
Ann Gleeson



 

 


Quotes for Gardeners

Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Poetry, Maxims, Quips, Clichés, Adages, Wisdom
A Collection Growing to Over 2,700 Quotes Arranged by Over 130 Topics
Many of the Documents Include Recommended Readings and Internet Links.
Over 6MB of Text.
Compiled by Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

 

 

 

Pulling Onions
Quips and Observations about Gardening
By Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Spirit of Gardening


 

 

 

 

 



 

 

Copyrighted © 2003.  

All rights reserved.

 

 

I Welcome Your Comments and Suggestions

E-mail Mike Garofalo in Red Bluff, California

 

 


A Short Biography of Mike Garofalo

 

 


Mike Garofalo's Poetry Notebook II
Cuttings:  April - Spring Days
Haiku and Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo
104K, 1 April 2004

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Spirit of Gardening

Quotes for Gardeners

Zen Poetry

The History of Gardening Timeline

Concrete-Visual Poetry

Haiku Poetry: Links, References, Resources

Haiku and Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

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Alphabetical Subject Index

 

Cloud Hands Website
   
Taijiquan, Qigong, Weapons: Sword and Staff, Taoism 

Fitness and Well Being Website
      Gardening, Meditation, Walking, Yoga, Strength Training,
      Fitness for Older Persons, Aerobics, Relaxation


Web Guides, Bibliographies, Links, Directories, Quotes, Notes

Alphabetical Subject Index

 

Aging Well

Arthritis Therapy - Exercise: T'ai Chi Ch'uan and Chi Kung       

Breathing and Taijiquan     

Breathing and Yoga

Buddhism and Martial Arts

Chan Ssu Chin - Silk Reeling    

Cheng Man-Ch'ing  (1901-1975)    

Chen Style T'ai Chi Ch'uan     

Chi Kung: Bibliography and Links

Ch'i or Qi and Taijiquan     

Classics of T'ai Chi Ch'uan     

Cloud Hands: T'ai Chi Ch'uan and Chi Kung     

Cloud Hands T'ai Chi Ch'uan Journal     

Cold Mountain Poets: Wanderers, Mystics, and Sages     

Confucius (K'ung Fu-tzu)  (551 - 479 BCE)   

Cuttings: Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo

Dance and Taijiquan       

Diabetes Therapy - Exercise: Taijiquan and Qigong     

Eight Section Brocade Chi Kung       

Eight Silken Treasures Qigong    

Eight Trigrams and Taijiquan

Feedback, Kudos and Reviews for the Cloud Hand's Website     

Fitness and Well Being    

Fitness for Older Persons

Five Precepts of Buddhism     

Five Wu-xing Elements and Taijiquan   

Five Stepping Movements of Taijiquan

The Four Gates    

Green Way Research

Green Way Research - Taijiquan and Qigong        

Gu Shen Taijiquan Journal     

Haiku and Short Poems     

Health and Fitness - T'ai Chi Ch'uan    

Kriya Yoga

Kwang Ping Taijiquan of Kuo Lien Ying     

Links and Bibliography: Qigong    

Links and Bibliography: Taijiquan       

Long Form 108 Yang Style Taijiquan     

Master Chang San-Feng  (circa 1350)       

Master Cheng Man-Ch'ing  (1901 - 1975)    

Master Han Shan  (circa 750)    

Master Kuo Lien Ying     

Master Sun Lu-Tang   

Meditation - General

Meditation and Breathing

Meditation and Walking    

Meditation Methods and Techniques  

Months of the Year: Quotes, Poems, Links

Michael P. Garofalo's T'ai Chi Ch'uan and Qigong Practice    

Northern California, Oregon, and Washington T'ai Chi Ch'uan and Qigong Directory:
Instructors, Schools, Information, Workshops
      

Push Hands - T'ui Shou   

Qigong: Bibliography and Links    

Qi or Ch'i and Taijiquan     

Qigong Walking

Relaxation and Taijiquan  

Senior Citizens Fitness Programs

Shoong, Sung, Song  - Loose, Relaxed, Open, Yielding, Responsive     

Short Form, Yang Style, Beijing Simplified 24

Silk Reeling    

Simplified 24 From, Yang Style       

The Spirit of Gardening    

Staff Weapons: Jo, Bo, Can, Staff, Spear    

Sticking Hands - T'ui Shou   

Strength Training

Sun Lu-Tang   

Sun Style T'ai Chi Ch'uan     

Swordsmanship and T'ai Chi Ch'uan     

Tai Chi Classics      

Tai Chi for Arthritis

Tai Chi for Diabetes

T'ai Chi Ch'uan: Bibliography and Links     

T'ai Chi Ch'uan Short Form, Beijing Simplified 24, Yang Style     

Tai Chi: Links and Bibliography      

Tai Chi Staff     

Tai Chi Sword (Jian)     

Taijiquan: Bibliography and Links      

Taijiquan Classics      

Taijiquan For Good Health, Fitness and Vitality         

Taijiquan Jian (Sword)     

Taoism, Nature Mysticism, Alchemy      

Temple Qigong     

Thirteen Postures: 8 Gates and 5 Steps                  

Thirteen Treasures Walking Qigong       

The 300 Missing Poems of Han Shan     &