Wise Words with Bruce Wise


 

The Year of the Rooster
          by Li “Web Crease” Du

As 2017 will be the year the rooster crows,
outside a mall in Taiyuan in Shanxi there arose
a white and bloated rooster statue with gold, swirled hair,
rectangle eye brows, wings with fingers, in an angry stare.
Its beak is golden, wattle scarlet, and its feet gold too;
the gestures of its wingers are like Donald Trump’s on cue.
The rooster statue’s “yuge”; about some 31 feet tall,
and shoppers take their selfies with it as they pass the mall.
This January, Trump becomes the US President,
and China orients itself to New Year’s fiery gent.

 

Li “Web Crease” Du is a poet interested in the Internet and Modernist, Postmodernist, and New Millennialist China. His little unpublished chapbook Sonnets From the Chinese, on Modernist Chinese writers born before 1920, has been excoriated by Lew Icarus Bede as a “work struggling, like the Chinese, to write sonnets, and interspersed with occasional flashes of brilliance…hardly worth the effort.”

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Lukasz Urban
          by Ludiew E. Sarceb

He had been in Berlin for a steel beam delivery,
a working man in dark blue truck, in normal livery,
when he was pounced on by the Christmas Market murderer,
with whom he grappled till he could not fight him any more.
He had been stabbed, but on he fought, defending life and truck;
but when the muslim killer shot him, he was out of luck.
His face was bloodied, swollen, he’d been fighting for his life;
but never would he see again his teenage son or wife.
He left this World, with his struggle, without any word;
in Banie, Western Poland, Lukasz Urban was interred.

Ludiew E. Sarceb is a poet fond of Poland. Among his contemporaries, he likes the poetry of Leo Yankevich, who frankly, but rather typically, doesn’t give a damn about him.

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Happy New Year 2017
          by Walibee Scrude

On New Year’s Eve in Sydney, celebrating music, by
the passing icons, Prince and David Bowie, hit the sky.
One hundred thirty tonnes of fireworks on high were hurled,
above the bridge and largest natch’ral harbour in the World.
Above the Sydney Op’ra House, sea urchins bourgeoning
exploded into rainbow dandy-lion seed-ball strings.
The blasting colours, flashing in the heavens, sparkled bright,
illuminating up the city in the dark of night.
An extra second leaped into time zones across the globe,
as auld lang syne, the year gone by, passed under star-burst strobe.

 

Walibee Scrude is a poet enamored of Australia and Aussie attitudes, especially those of cocky impertinence and competitive boldness, as the unwillingness to put up with poetic B.S., as in the case of Ern Malley in the Angry Penguins, or the simple poetic power of Clive James in Opal Sunset. His favorite songs are Waltzing Matilda, Road to Gundagai, Friday on My Mind, and
Down Under.

 

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