Tuesday, December 18, 2012

In The Carolinas By Wallace Stevens



The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.
Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.
Already the new-born children interpret love
In the voices of mothers.
.
Timeless mother,
How is it that your aspic nipples
For once vent honey?
.
The pine-tree sweetens my body
The white iris beautifies me.


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Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Nast Wheeland

Editor Whedon used to carry
At the head of his editorial colimn
for Motto: " The home against the saloon."
and all of his life he stirred them up,
and wrung their noses to make them fight.
They quarreled to be sure, and seemed at war,
But really at heart they were always friends.
For when the battle was over, the field
was swept, it seemed, of the vile saloon,
and the home had captured the vile saloon,
And take him in to nurse his wounds,
And had hime, petted from cellar to garret,
where home made beer and home made wine
and Whisky distilled from corn and potatoes
were served as freely, as once they were served
in Burchard's roaring grog shop?

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Epiphany By Maryanne Hannan

It was Einstein who said
either nothing is a miracle,
or everything is-
a jagged mountain range,
lilacs in bloom,
a peacock unfurled,
sun on your arm,
the touch of a stranger.
.
Take your pick: be surprised
by nothing at all
or by everything that is.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Segament of Thanksgiving Week in San Francisco Area (Old Golden Mountain City)


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pilots, assistants,
services, feedbacks,
seat belts,  booklets, routines.
.
golden gate bridge,
surfing bodies, waves, seagulls,
fishing men, bikers.
.
San Francisco bay,
San Bruno, San Jose, you choose.
performing arts rock.
.
West coast city tour,
Tug boats, island, and redwood
empire, lots of views.
.
Millbraeo, south 101,
Van Nes, Almano rental cars,
Agreements, payments, trains.
.
Days INN, Shanghai Snack,
Chicken, beef stew, and bamboo
hot tea, plain rice, Great.
.
El Camino Real,
So many motels and dinning,
Western, Asian, Fun.






Happy Belated Thanksgiving....

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Catechism, 1958 by W. M. Ransom

She hovered hooded, blue-eyed:
"what happens to those souls
who take their own lives?"
Your eyes inspected your desk, hopelessly,
"Stand when called upon!"
Your so-white hands
shook like ginkgo leaves,
Breathless tears moved you slowly to the door.
I sat, quiet as packed dirt.
"If you leave this room,
keep on going."
Years behind those flooded eyes
your father dangled like a burrnt moth
from a noose in our old tree house.
.
Both of us keep on going.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

City By Joseph Bruchac


There are seeds within the tide
Unmarked by season
rainbows of oil
The glitter of metal
and in soft crepe decay
fish are sinking.
.
Wind touches the roof
of the bay,
Snow bursts
into icy leaves
The mouth of the river
turns into smoke
and becomes the city.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Cai'Hua, You Are The Pink Shy Peruvian and Elegant Trupet





Trumpet Flower






At the very darkest moments,
Still, I recall you, my family and relatives,
especially my very close sister,
who was only more than 14 months
younger than me, and left us
in misery.
I shall write down your name,
So that my readers connect you
to some random game,
Cai'Hua is your nickname,
Chuan'Hua Peng is your official one,
You have made it to 7th grade,
then sickness takes you,
sleep in peace!
Loved and miss you, Cheers!


 Peruvian Flower

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Thursday, October 18, 2012

Jin Tian De An Quan Si Kao (Safe Manner) By Adrienne Haywood Kittleman




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To use our voice
as the gift a bird has,
is something to rejoice
when life offers a choice.
.
To give and receive, not pass,
makes the world a feast, not a fast,
Feed the soul with hope,
Convey the security like a pope.
.
Our education so vast,
From north pole to south pole-
we live in worlds of contrast,
never long to be bored.
.
Considering what to share,
In competition that makes us dare,
To use our intellects, so deep,
in hopes of success to reap.
.
Health, wealth, poverty, and justice,
Contain wisdom seldom seen,
Only felt, among the babes weaned
from textbooks to columnists.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Evening (Short Fiction)





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 Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom





The road is messy, empty,
Silence creeps in with a haunting
touch inside me.
#
The air is pale and dry,
The sensuousness of dusk converging
to mirror my oneness with the campsite.
#
At this heels of such timid day,
Bears a slice of hope,
love, and red roses,
cleansing the muddy yesterday,
Injecting a newness to mind, body, and spirit.
#
Today will be more peaceful,
Maybe an order will come
to end this ongoing war.
#
Maybe as glow of stars hits,
My contentment will greet,
Pray for a better day tomorrow,
Bottles of beers,
A Letter from girlfriend Maria,
with firework alike cheers...

Monday, October 8, 2012

Activate The Mind Fully




Boneless Beef Roast with Yellow corn

 

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)




The knowledge we store enriches our mind:
the eyes to predict tomorrow or reflect what's left behind,
Common senses shall not be the only indicator to judge,
Five senses plus analysis of data shall emerge.
#
Echoes could mislead,
Images could be false feed,
Avoid the strain of growing,
Skip hollow steps and keep turning.
#
Look for what's new to read,
Cook something novel to upgrade your fate.
It's normal to lose a game,
It's extraordinary to entertain without touching shame.

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