Her face in profile --
a strand of languid white hair --
autumn in her eyes.
だらしない白い髪の毛と彼女の目に輝く秋の髪の輪郭の彼女の顔
The curve of her ear --tinged with the red of long sleep --drawn close to my lips.私の唇が近づくと、彼女の耳はその上で寝ていると赤くなります。
A bump in her noseand indecently warm lips --her breath like warm milk.彼女の鼻には隆起があり、唇は暖かすぎますが、息はミルクのようなにおいがします
(THanks to CHristian Davenport)
(Thanks to Christian Davenport.)
The magnates have decided that the heavens are the place/for stations that will make 'em richer than French bouillabaisse/A space station for Bezos, and a couple for Bill Gates/will naturally be charging stratospheric bizness rates/Any ship that docks in one of their posh ports of call/will find their crew and passengers escorted to the Mall/I suppose casinos and a cocktail lounge or two/will also be on offer for the passengers and crew/So many new space stations will be built these next few years/comets that are passing by will clip their frozen ears/And sneaky Martian conscripts that are trying to invade/will stop instead to purchase Warren Buffet's tapenade/NASA will be crowded out and astronauts downsized/as automation and AI become more standardized!
(Thanks to Paulina Firozi.)
A world without a butterfly
would cause a mountain troll to cry.
Their parchment wings that skim the air;
their gorgeous beauty without blare --
such creatures are a great distinction,
which we are pushing to extinction.
Painted ladies or Essex skipper,
and Mourning cloak don't feel too chipper.
Perhaps the angels intervening
can stop this upset most demeaning.
They'll use their seraph wings to shelter
their flitting cousins from the welter
of black smokestacks, deforestation,
and other dark abomination.
O butterfly, don't be so passive;
gather strength and courage massive!
In unity you'll march and rise
to make "Planet of the Butterflies."
(Thanks to Taylor Telford)
Santa held a meeting with his top elves just this week;
the forum was long-winded and chock-full of doublespeak.
Suppliers for his toy shop were unable to keep pace;
it looked like Santy would default and lose a lot of face.
Purple paint was lacking and green stickum was depleted;
and tragically all children's dreams of loot would be defeated!
The elfish boss told Santa Claus supply chains were all busted;
container ships were hollow and most warehouses quite rusted.
Unless the truckers hit the road and wholesale prices tumbled
peace on earth, goodwill to men would certainly be jumbled!
"I'll send my reindeer out right now" said Santa with a snort.
"They'll bring supplies from ev'ry depot, factory, and port!"
Presto chango! Santa's deer brought string and sealing wax,
clock springs, flywheels, oakum, and bright silver carpet tacks.
Nisse, pixies, brownies, and a host of elvish kin
went to work with horsehair, dowels, and hand-picked twaddled tin.
Soon the shelves were teeming with toy soldiers and the like;
dollies, baseballs, checker games for ev'ry little tyke . . .
I wish my tattered quill could end this saga with a smile;
to say that good Saint Nicholas delivered with great style.
But after all the foofaraw, these hand-made artifacts
were refused by children like a box of stale borax.
Because the kiddies think of Santa as a mastodon --
they only want the newest apps that come from Amazon!
If perhaps you do not know/Twas John Eastman who did show/an election in dispute/could save Don Trump from disrepute/This lawyer's wild conjectures prove/depravity stays on the move!
Peeling apples I have found/leaves too much apple on the ground/Although my knife is sharp, my skill/at peeling fruit is pretty nil/When making apple pie, what's more/my filling's mostly apple core/To cause my feelings less distress/I guess I'll buy a cider press!
The sunflower doth nod its head/heavy with it's own seedbed/On this mellow autumn day/I'll sever it to then display/with the punkins and cornstalk/all along my cee - ment walk/I'll leave it there through winter nights/and forget the Xmas lights . . .
Adore Meekness, Faith,
Love, Joy, Peace, Long-suffering,
Gentleness, Goodness
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The soft autumn rain --
washing away the summer
and its weary dust
やわらかな秋の雨が疲れた夏のほこりを洗い流します****************Teachable, humble,Against such there is no lawSweet, clean, pure, holy*****************the sweetest parsnipsneed frost to temper their coreto become wholesomeパースニップは、霜が降りないと甘くなりません。You accept me inYou belong in me fullyas one, not two; oneパースニップは、霜が降りないと甘くなりません。************************In your love, no guileIn your smile, no cosmeticsIn your face, no ageあなたの愛には罪がありません。あなたの笑顔には誇りがありません。そしてあなたの顔は月を恥じます
Denying the now
builds up the monster within
showing as acne
****************
A leaf drops down once --
morning glories bloom often --
a kiss has no end
Bitter; unyielding
teach, love, forgive, acceptance
every thought to change
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The bitter radish
is subdued with soft butter
but not extinguished
Our desires are weak
we are too easily pleased
with ourselves, not God
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This pleasure garden
is so neglected and old --
moss grows on lichen
The beautiful moon
the animals see it too
paths grow together
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The moonlit alley
meets itself in the small park
where the moths alight
月明かりに照らされた路地は、灰色の蛾が集まる緑豊かな公園で出会う
Beans soaked overnight --
stale bread steeped in milk and eggs --
We're out of sugar.
豆は一晩浸され、古いパンはミルクと卵に浸されました-私たちは砂糖が不足していますThe dripping faucet
sounds louder to stingy ears
than the ocean's roar.
滴る蛇口は、海の轟音よりもけちな耳で大きく聞こえます
The shaving cream can
stains the top of the toilet
where it stands a rusty brown
シェービングクリームは、それが立っているトイレの上部を汚す可能性があります
If you go this way
the sign on the way proclaims
you will go this way.
あなたがこのように行くならば、壁のサインはあなたがこのように行くと宣言します
Through the window blinds --sunlight and motes creep along --searching for an eyeガラス窓から日光とモートが忍び寄り、目を探します
Bright yellow mountains --drifting down this small valley;they block the river.小さな谷を漂う黄山が川を塞いでいる