Time Calls (Short Fiction Week 29 and Poets Rally Week 75)

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Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 75 (October 18 - October 24, 2012)

  

The sky is a mirror of nature's mood,
and it reflects what's going on
in the world's Heaven-hood,
because there is always a forest to ponder upon.
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when the day is happy,
We see sunshine and light,
When the day turns moody,
We encounter rain, pain, and fright.
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At times when the day is consistently hot,
That's summer we've got,
If the day is frozen cold,
we have winter then, grey and old.

Wonderment (Poetry and Life)

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

 

Funny Bunny Fridays Week 13: Has Politics Become Comics Alike?

Jack in the box,
Jack in the box,
Business, services, and customers,
Cashiers, cooks, and managers,
The dynamics are incredibly grinning.
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Olive Garden,
Olive Garden,
Why do you beg everyone's pardon?
Italy, France, and Canada,
Chile, Mexico, and America;
The cuisine and the demos are stunningly promising.
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Princeton, New Jersey,
Princeton, New Jersey,
What's been written upon the loss of Susan?
Birth, growth, and death,
the sun, the moon, and the earth,
God has taken her to Mighty Heaven!

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Me As Bat, Frog, or Eagle In Nature By Jo Shapcott

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Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 73 (September 20 - September 26, 2012)

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams

My life as a bat
is for hearing
the world.
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If I pitch it right,
I can hear
just where you are.
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If I pitch it right,
I can hear inside your body,
the state of your health.
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and more, I can hear
into your mind.
But death is not listening.
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My life as a frog
is for touching
other things.
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I'm very moist
so I don't get
stuck in the water.
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I'm very moist
so I can cling
onto your back
for three days
and nights.
Frog death is
separation.
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My life as an eagle
is for seeing,
everything, far and near.
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My eyes are sharp
and the density
of the air is subtle.
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It's sweet enough
to surprise
the least of your being.
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from extremely,
far away,
eagle death is
the blinded eyes.

This and That, I'm Not Sure Why I Feel So Upset At Times!

Short Story Slam Week 27: Locations and Sensations

Funny Bunny Fridays Week 12: The September Humor

I cannot stop pondering, this and that,
How does knowledge work its way to Italy?
I think of Austin,
a part time job and two young boys dominate everything;
I recall sunset at Chicago,
The echoes of survival and a baby toddler block my eyeballs;
And while time at New Jersey, or Princeton is short though,
I'm thrilled to see Broadway of NYC and Penn State Capital;
The will to achieve residence via academic contribution
keeps you working and supporting;
First Sheng then Tom,
We settle at an OK home
without much problem...
Seven years of graduate studies to obtain wisdom,
to see kids grow, tall and nimble,
Looking back, not much setbacks
until recent year, a big blur
or a huge black clouds keep roaming around my space,
how, why, ...too sad to admit the possible defeats...

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