Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Love, Again!

Yes, you believe that you are better woman,
insist that you shall marry her husband,
and wait for your turn to go official,
enjoy everything you deserve!
But as you know, many men disconnect their wives
to marry a worthy woman, not your lover?!
You are too fast to judge his wife's intelligence,
and you are too quick to drop your pants,
lay bare for him to ride on you,
you are too quick to claim that he is yours,
and you two are meant to be,
while at the same time,
he never truly speaks of love in open space
and he connects to you because you forced him to,
shame on you,
you are too quick to continue to claim "true love",
and live on his money or pity,
well, look at the mirror,
you are beautiful, young,
you deserve a man who can give you his entire world,
not just part of his world,
how can you feel comfortable
when your intention is to destroy his marriage,
and hurt his wife and children,
you make babies to bomb his original love and
you claim innocent,
God knows that you are a sin to this family,
shame on you,
you publish your relation and your love making every day,
to upset his beloved family members,
you are so low,
you are a prostitute who
simply offers sex for money,
he is not your only man? right?
as soon as he is gone for business trip,
you call your old pals, lots of boys
who can fuck you and make you feel good,
and then you lie, announcing to the world
that he is your sole love,
liar! cheater! shame on you!
stop claiming that he is your life,
and you love him unconditionally,
bite your lips, give us some peace.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Howard Lamson

Ice cannot shiver in the cold,
Nor stones shrink from the lapping flame.
Eyes that are sealed, no more have tears;
Ears that are stopped hear nothing ill;
Hearts turned to silt are strange to pain;
Tongues that are dumb report no loss;
Hands stiffened, well may idle be;
no sigh is from a breathless breast.
Beauty may fade, but closed eyes see not;
Sorrow may wail, but stopped ears hear not;
Work is, but folded hands need work not;
Nothing to say is for dumb tongues.
The rolling earth rolls on and on
with trees and stones and winding streams-
My dream is what the hill-side dreams!

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Snow Man By Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
to behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distance glitter.
of the January sun, and not to think
of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves.
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
that is blowing in the same bare place.
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

We Are Building the Boat as We Design It!

The initial excitement
sailing the ocean, the ship's
starting materials are bamboo
or wooden raft, that
is basic and firm enough
to stay afloat.
It's awkward to force
someone to believe the rule
of bouyance when one
is as young as a juvenile-
very good to know later:
Sleekening the hull,
turning things
neater and more comfortable...

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Alive by Justin Stone

The most visible creators I know of
are those artists whose medium
is life itself.
The ones who express
the inexpressible-
without brush, hammer, clay, or guitar.
They neither paint nor sculpt-
their medium is being.
what their pressure touches
has increased life.
They see but don't have to draw.
They are the artists of being

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Quote of the Day

There is no confusion of objects in the eye, but one hill or one tree or one man.

                               -----N. Scott Momaday
                                       House Made of Dawn

Friday, November 2, 2012


winter leaves

I saw a white own outside my window,
The tree was bare, the trunks show three.
Icy leaves, motionless on grass,
shaped as bells of crimson glass.
Azure glass and emerald glass tremble,
as I walk pass the place, humble.
The owl stood in the tree alone,
and in her beak she clutched a bone.
I went up the hill,
the universe was white and still.
And there was neither tree nor bird,
and no bell shook and no leaf stirred.

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Saturday, October 27, 2012

Proverbs (Yan'Yu)



know the cold
and have enough energy,
know the gold
and hold it firmly,
know the storm
and have a safe shelter,
know the tornado in the form
and go underground to feel better,
know the day
and let it wither,
know the sea
and touch a rose as fears gather.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

The Sound of Freedom By Harold P. Lucy

Let freedom sing,
            But not too loud.
Let freedom sing,
            Under careful crowd.
Let freedom sing,
            where it will bear new strength.
Let freedom sing,
            whenever it won't discomfort
            greedy spoilers of the land.
Let freedom sing
            when it will not embarrass
            millionaires' bought politicians.
Let freedom sing
            loudly enough to enjoin
            our swine to procreate
            America the beautiful
            to an overpopulated
            sty for all of us.
Indeed, let freedom be confined
            into some stupid pious phrase,
The spouting of which, for children, is
            forever its reality.


Thursday, October 11, 2012

My Words 4 You, Thank You! (Short Fiction Week 29)



Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

Regardless what others say,
you've always chosen to stay;
The patience and love are special to me,
and his God's blessing we're a family.
I may be accused of bigotry,
I might be considered as the sample in misery,
But by the days we walk by,
You know my purity and have remained by my side.
Your trust and calm assure me of hope,
Your free mood and mighty humor give me satisfaction.
In our marital relation we've learned the rope,
now, every second spent with you is a perfection.

Monday, October 8, 2012

The Kite



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


Draw, cut, glue,
Papers, scissors, and yards of string,
Red, yellow, green, and blue,
A colorful project, what magical thing.
Silent, eager, ready to soar,
It takes off from the first floor,
Rising higher, catching the wind to explore,
The hope to see far is captured like never before.
Acrobat dances, daring to break through,
String tail is attached to the ground by hand,
Beckoning onward, it performs on cue,
The Ballerina in mood, sorrow left behind.

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