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【今日のひと言 2024.5.29】 〜できること〜 その日その時その場で 自分にできることがあります 自分にとっての最善の できることを考え行動できれば 自身の意義が感じられ 確かな喜びとなり充実します 自分にもできることは何か？ 誰かが教えてくれることもあります ですから内外共に 耳を傾けてみましょう みなみなうれしうれしたのしたのし かわるかわるありがたいありがたい 神人 拝 【Today’s Word 2024.5.29】 ~ What Can Be Done ~ On that day, at that time, in that place, there is always something that can be done. If you can identify and act upon the best ‘thing that can be done’ for yourself at any given moment, you will find a sense of purpose and experience profound joy that leads to fulfillment. What is it that you can do as well? Maybe someone can tell you. Therefore, let us be attentive and listen, both inwardly and outwardly. Mina mina ureshi ureshi tanoshi tanoshi Kawaru kawaru arigatai arigatai KAMIHITO 拝
May 29, 2024 at 9:03 AM
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An oldie but goodie about the only real cure for lost love. Probably anachronistic, as only people of a certain age will know who "the Fonz" is, but it all made sense when I wrote this poem in 1997...

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What Can Be Done What Can Be Done lies stupid-drunk and sprawled across my couch, a ghostly squatter in my house, watching my TV, drinking my beer. I hear him beeping endless numbers into my phone, sweet-talking giggling ghost-girls, while I rise to close the door, sink back into my chair, stuff cotton in my ears to better write one more love poem to you. Poem #267 – and What Can Be Done is belly-laughing through the cotton, the door. The Fonz is thumping one more pop machine, the crowd goes wild, and I dream your heart sliding down that chute into my eager hands. This poem will be the one to finally shake your machinery, for sure. Happy Days. I push the cotton deeper, clutch my pen, scrawl Love, then Love, then Please, please, please... then pause to admire my perfect rhymes. What Can Be Done has ordered pizza. The smell of olives, pepperoni, four piping-hot cheeses creep like apparitions under my door. I pinch my nose, breathe through clenched teeth, turn to a new blank page. Poem #268 - Your golden hair is fresh like... Oregano, basil, green fields of anchovies after a spring rain. What Can Be Done is throwing a party; dancing feet thunder through the floor beneath my shoes. I curl into a tight fetal ball, hover in mid-air, your poem clutched small and fierce against my chest. Poem #269 - Come fly with me... The door flies open. What Can Be Done sambas in, a fat Huna king, cold beer scepters in each hand, grass skirt swaying beneath a tilted lampshade crown. I shrink into a fly, tap my futile poem in shaky Morse against the window. Poem #270 - If only I could be alone with you... The guests file in, two by two, their gossamer forms strangely fleshy as they sway, cavort, sneak off to make ghost-love in some dark corner of my house, while I finally find the words. Poem #271 - I have no life without you... The music stops. The ghosts collect their things and mill about, worried faces eyeing clocks. What Can Be Done hulas fatly to my side, crouches down, sleights a tiny paper hat from behind my tinier fly ear, straps it to my head. Write this, he commands. Poem #272 - Dear Loser, I am having a party, and you are not invited. The ghosts snicker, snort, guffaw, then laugh out loud like breath-filled living beings. The music has come alive from somewhere lost, and I am dancing. My human legs spring out to join a Bus Stop line of pink- faced girls, beautiful girls, Real Live Girls... Your poem lies forgotten on the sill – And you, neither forgotten nor forgiven, lie stupid-drunk and sprawled across some ghostly couch of memory, while I embrace What Can Be Done, surrender at last to the life of the party, the sweet, warm fat of friendship and time, those graceful human healers of all loves, all losses. -- Jack Preston King
June 3, 2025 at 12:03 AM
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