by W, “Cured Eel” Sabi
The young boy, splashing,
in the backyard swimming pool,
faces sharks and subs.
W. “Cured Eel” Sabi is a haiku poet of the watery world.
by “Wired Clues” Abe
The wind swishes through
the flowering pear tree leaves.
A jet rumbles past.
by “Wired Clues” Abe
The striped, black cat leaps
from table top to counter,
like a kangaroo.
“Wired Clues” Abe is a haiku poet of modern technology.
by E “Bird Caws” Eule
All morning, all day,
the morning dove calls, oot, oot.
All the night, it sleeps.
E “Bird Caws” Eule is a haiku writer of bird calls.
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
In broad, bright green skirt,
tall, gangly Black-Eyed Susan
dances in the wind.
“Clear Dew” Ibuse is a haiku writer of Nature.
Mask, Lives Matter
by Dr. Weslie Ubeca
According to Nassim Taleb, mask wearing matters much.
He counts six errors people make, in reasoning not such.
They miss compounding the effects of wearing masks, indeed.
They miss nonlinearity in probability.
They miss the absence of the evidence of wearing masks;
they aren’t aware of benefits, they aren’t aware of lacks.
They miss the point that people do not need a government
to make a facial covering, which they themselves invent.
They miss compounding the effects of the statistic signs,
They miss the Non-Aggression Principle, how it aligns.
Dr. Weslie Ubeca is a poet (not a medical doctor) of medical concerns. As of this week, worldwide 8,000,000+ have got COVID-19, 440,000+ died.
The Galwan Valley Incident
by Sree Leci Budwa
Upon June 15, 2020, China had attacked
the stationed Indians along the border of Ladakh.
The combat, hand-to-hand, resulted in some twenty deaths
of Inidans by PLA thugs in this incident.
The Communists were not forthcoming of their casualties,
and typic’lly they blamed the Indians for all of these.
The Chinese Communists, notorious for bullying,
continue in their wreckless push and vicious sullying,
Hong Kong, Nepal, Taiwan, and more—the whole South “China” Sea.
This is but one more instance of their neighbour’s misery.
Sree Leci Budwa is a poet of India. Protesters across India were calling for revenge and others for a boycott of Chinese goods.
A World of Shadows
by Erisbawdle Cue
He dwelt within a world of shadows, tadpole in a pond.
He felt as though he had no light; it had gone with the dawn.
It seemed like he was in a cave, the truth so hard to see.
Platonic metaphors aside, he lacked much clarity.
He knew that everything he saw was partial, incomplete.
His vision was so limited, what could he really see?.
Vague outlines passed before his eyes; at least he was not blind,
and yet there was much he could not decipher with his mind.
Perhaps admidst these shade-mists he occasionally could
discover truth, reality, the beautiful and good.
Erisbawdle Cue is a poet of philosophy. He once said, “If I see anything, it is because I stood upon the broad shoulders of thinkers like Plato. Plato (c. 428 BC – c. 348 BC) was a Greek philosopher.
La Grande Arche
by Arcideb Usewel
La Grande Arche de la Défense, one-hundred meters plus,
is four kilometers in distance to th’ Arc de Triomphe.
The hypercube was an interpretive Postmodern Arc
by Sprecklesen and Reitzel formed, humanity embarked.
Its prestressed concrete frame, with glass and Bethel Granite topped,
appears much like a tesseract in three-dimensioned-op.
Along the Axe historique only barely slightly off
Champs Élysées to Tuilleries thence to th’ Arc de Triomphe,
that starts at Pyramide du Louvre and reaches la Défense,
a second axis from Tour Eiffel goes to Montparnasse.
Arcideb Usewel is a poet of architecture, who believes Paris, France, of about 10,000,000 in its metro, is the most beautiful city in the World, despite all of its problems.
Americans Are Wrong
by Claude I. S. Weber
“There only is one race—the human—but there are a hell of a lot of bad actors.”
Americans have got it wrong; there only is one race.
The government should not get data; it is out of place.
Americans are wrong to think identity is fixed,
or that is how one should identify one’s politics.
For politics are policies picked by philosophy,
and they have naught to do with anyone’s identity.
Americans are wrong to fight about such shitty trends.
To look that way at things is not the right of citizens.
Americans are wrong to think the flag is just for some.
At death the flag should drape each coffin—each and everyone.
Claude I. S. Weber is a poet of France. French President Macron this week said, “The republic will not erase any trace or any name from its history…it will not take down any statue.”
Winston Churchill’s Picture
by Esca Webuilder
“Politics is more dangerous than war, for in war you are only killed once,”
Upon June 13, 2020, Google purposely
removed great Winston Churchill’s pictures surreptitiously.
But one could still find Chairman Mao on Google easily;
his murdering of millions was disguised repeatedly.
And one could still find Comrade Stalin’s pic on Google sites,
another Communist who murdered millions. Death to rights!
And one could still find Leader Hitler when one googled him,
who sent to death so many millions on his Nazi whim.
And Mussolini’s picture too, along with many more,
were found on Google.
In one day his picture was restored.
Esca Webuilder is a poet of the Internet. Winston Churchill (1874-1965) is considered by numerous historians as one of the greatest statesmen of the 20th century. Prime Minister Boris Johnson called charges of racism against Winston Churchill the “height of lunacy.”
by Bud “Weasel” Rice
“Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
it enters the dark hole of the head.”
—Ted Hughes, The Thought Fox
He crouched down on all fours and he began to bark.
A lovely, full, bright, pale white moon was on display.
It was the evening, warm, inviting, quiet, dark.
He felt the lupine urge and he began to bay.
He wriggled in his leather leash. The clock struck nine.
He wiggled, wrangled, trying hard to get away;
but that could not be done. Sweet liberty divine
was out of reach. His ruffled hair seemed to ascend.
He paused. He took a breath, and then a sip of wine.
He wondered how much longer he would have to bend.
He growled and howled; and then there was a glint, a spark;
and the whole night came crashing in upon his end.
Bud “Weasel” Rice is a poet of the animal world. Ted Hughes (1930-1998) was a Postmodernist British poet.The name of this bilding [sic] means “wolf-man”.
As Tech Continues
by Esca Webuilder.
As Tech continues with its ruthless business practices,
its cultist followers are glad to sharpen axes, yes..
They haunt the shops, the malls, the parks, and Internet cafes.
They want to chop out anyone who dares get in their way.
They suck the minds out of their followers to make them blank.
The hearts of thoughful citizens they break, they yank, they take.
They crush the soles of those who walk, the tongues of those who talk.
They mock the souls of those they stalk, and put them on the block.
They persecute the right, the good, the beautiful, the true.
They do not like the likes of those who look a lot like you.
Esca Webuilder is a poet of the Internet.
by Eli Budas Crewe
The winds of change were blowing hard; they blew him forcefully.
He flew into the whirling blue of swirling Vortex B.
He saw the gleaming rays above, as he got on the floor.
He heard its emissaries roaring at his lattice door.
Bathed in a rosy-pink glow, he held fast to carpet shag.
Ecstatic blizzards snapped him like a flapping, slapping flag.
But there was more; it was not done; he felt like as a train
about to be engulfed within a speeding hurricane.
A second blast blew him about—up, down, and all around.
It grabbed him by his hair and dropped him flat on zero’s ground.
Eli Budasc Rewe is a squire of Sir Real.