Haiku
          by Sri Wele Cebuda

It is very hard—
the path to enlightenment.
The Morning Star shines.

Sri Wele Cebuda is a poet of enlightenment.

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New Pics from Venus
          by I. E. Sbase Weruld

Now as the Morning Star appears upon Horizon Earth,
some images from space have come, new pics from Venus’ surf.
The telescopes aboard the NASA Parker Solar Probe
have captured its first visible light-images conglobe.
Although it was sent for investigations of the Sun,
flybys, in 2020 and in 2021,
got photos through the thick sulphuric clouds that Venus has,
which show a planet so hot that it glows like shining gas.
Its highlands are as shadows, lowlands, bright as bright can be.
In short, our nearest neighbour is still very had to see.

I. E. Sbace Weruld is a poet of space.

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Haiku
          “Clear Dew” Ibuse

Over fence and roof,
a cat and squirrel scatter,
as a back door slams.

 

Tanka
          “Clear Dew” Ibuse

Out jut arms and legs,
somewhat uncontrollably,
like a new-born calf.
The baby’s in the process
of learning how to advance.

“Clear Dew” Ibuse is a poet of natural settings and Japanese poetic forms.

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Newsreel:
How strange it is that highly masked societies have seen
new record deaths and cases from the novel Omicron.

The reference here is to the variant Omicron in South Korea and Japan.

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The Final Southern Mount
          by “Wild” E. S. Bucaree
          “談笑無還期”
              —王維

I was not fond of Buddha in the middle of my life;
yet now I find I am at home here in the Southland light.
I love this solitary living in the Metroplex,
across Cross Timbers, life’s affairs transformed, and more complex.
I walk along until I reach the dirty water’s edge,
and stand and watch up in the clouds the gray, bright soaring jets.
By chance, I happen on an old and smoking Russian dame.
She spoke of noted Russian poets, proud of their grand fame.
I summoned up Platonov, thinking of our wretched state.
It took her by surprise someone would dare to speak his name.

“Wild” E. S. Bucaree is a poet of the Southland. The quote comes from one of his favourite Tang poets Wang Wei (701-761). Andrei Platonov (1899-1951) was a Modernist Russian proset.

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Five Populated Slums
          by Urbawel Cidese

Though there are slums across the Globe, these are, perhaps the five
most populated on the Globe, where people strive to live:
Orangi Town, Karachi, found in southern Pakistan;
La Ciudad Neza, east of Mexico City’s span;
Dharavi, in Mumbai, location, western India;
Kibera in Nairobi, Kenya, festering hell’s jaw;
and Kayelitsha, in Cape Town down in South Africa.
Enduring such spots, it’s a must to have great stamina.
In these five spots, slum residents lack sanitation and
clean water, education, shelter, health care, right to land.

Urbawel Cidese is a poet of urban spaces. Here are approximate populations of Karachi, 15,000,000; Mexico City, 9,000,000 (metro 21,000,000); Mumbai, 23,000,000; Nairobi, 4,000,000 (metro 9,000,000); and Cape Town, 4,700,000.

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The Social Networks
          by Esca Webuilder

They are the Earth’s most popular, the social networks that,
with monthly active users in the billions rule the pack,
like Facebook, YouTube, What’s App, Messenger, and Instagram,
as well as WeChat, Kuaishu, TikTok, TenCent, Telegram.
The largest user base of Facebook is in In-di-a,
and followed by the U-S-A and In-do-ne-si-a.

Esca Webuilder is a poet of social networks.

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The Munich Security Report
          by Uwe Carl Diebes

This year’s Munich Security Report is grim to read,
assessing forums on defense and global policy.
Wolfgang Ischinger is convinced that more needs to be done
to make the world safe from China, Russia and Iran,
as well as many other brutal nations undisclosed;
in fourteen years, he can’t recall so many crises posed.
Ulrike Franke also spoke of utter helplessness,
because of the pandemic of a restless Westlessness,
collapsing order, and reluctant guardians? discussed
what they believed was most important to achieve—more trust.

Uwe Carl Diebes is a poet of Germany.

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The Stout Protester
          by U. Carew Delibes

The stout protester stood up at the corner of the street.
He was out of the way, close to a group of empty trees.
Beside that grove, he held his placard, somewhat vapidly;
and yet to see his countenance, he did so placidly.

The passing drivers looked, and some occasionally honked,
supporting him with slight comraderie or vaguest angst.
He didn’t mind the cold. He had thick socks upon his feet,
but being there so long left him a bit uptight and beat.

Some near protesters bothered him with irate righteousness.
Such vile hatred bothered him; he feared such viciousness.
But he went on protesting in his quiet, thoughtful way,
up at the corner of the street, sans fruity beaujolais.

U. Carew Delibes is a poet of pRoTeSt.

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Newsreel:
El Salvador’s new President Nayib Bukele said,
Trudeau showed Canada has lost its democratic cred.
What does he know of freedom and the lessons that he gives
to other nations in the World, if this is how he lives?
He saw the Freedom Convoy cross the plains of Canada,
and felt there was more freedom in Centrál America.

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Another Ordinary American Political Prisoner
          by Brice U. Lawseed
          “For the world is a mountain/ of shift: if it’s going to/
          be moved at all, it’s got/ to be taken by handfuls.”
              —Allen Ginsberg

Jake Lang is a politic’lly held DC prisoner,
where he’s been held in terrible conditions for a year.
He’s suffered some two-hundred days in solitary cells,
no shave, haircut, or visits, no religious services.
He’s suffered through excruciating trials with no trial,
though he’s been offered a one-hundred-eight month plea-deal jail.
He says the patriots that gave their lives for the US
will all have died in vain unless the truth can be addressed,
against impending communism and this tyranny
that locks up citizens and lets corrupt elites go free.

Brice U. Lawseed is a poet of journalism.

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The Slavery of the Press
          by Brice U. Lawseed
          “The New York Crimes is the paper of record…lies.”
              —Slade U. W. Bierce

We know associates of Clinton, and the firm she used,
were using governmental channels—those that they abused.
They spied upon the President—Don Trump—on the campaign,
and after he became the President, they did the same.
The fact that this has only recently now been exposed,
not by the media, but special counsel Durham, shows…
just how corrupt the FBI and DOJ now are,
and have been for some time. They’ve gone, one wonders, just how far.
What happens when the press becomes a slave to but one view,
for corporations, government, and lies they try to spew?

Brice U. Lawseed is a poet of PrOtEsT and the rule of law.

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The Army Clerk
          by Ed “Bear” C. U. Lewis

He still remembers being clerk in his past army years.
He’d rise up for his work each day, behind and in arrears.
He had so much to do, and there was ever more to do,
behind the desk typewriter, typing everything in view.
His chest was out, stretched up, his fingers on the symbol deck.
He felt like as a cube-head, dog-tags hanging round his neck.
He tightened abs, his shoulders back, his uniform would pull,
about his torso, even more so, than was usual.
His belt was taut, his boots were tied, he focused on his job.
He tried to do his best each task, o, not to do a bodge.

Ed “Bear” C. U. Lewis is a poet of the US Army in Europe. Washington Resident Biden has sent several thousands of US troops to Europe this week.

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The Pert Worker At His Early Morning Job
          by Des Wercebauli

He sat up at his desk before computer monitor.
He had a bowl of cereal of solid torus oats.
He had a cup of coffee, as he focused on his core.
He had to get down to the nitty-grittiness of work.
He sat upright. He didn’t need his dogtags anymore.
He was no longer in the military as before.

He loved caffeine to keep him charged, here in his city scene;
so to sustain his energy he too had cool green tea.
He typed away in a flesh-coloured, nice uncollared shirt.
He focused hard on work, content that he was lightly girt.
Although his belt was quite secure, his pants weren’t all that tight;
and shoes and socks though fit and fine were comf’turble—all right.

Des Wercebauli is a poet of work.

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Zerohedge
          by Caud Sewer Bile

The CIA has now accused the outlet Zerohedge
of Russian propaganda, mastering their lying edge,
when really what it does is print out diff’rent points of view;
this was reported by AP; but now does not ring true.
Was it not the Associated Press news agency,
which was the only one that could remain in Germany,
all through the 1930s, till December ’41,
when after Pearl Harbor’s bombing, Thé War had begun?
Why should the CIA be trying to shut down the press?
Have they not heard the First Amendment’s for the people’s best?

 

To an Admiring Bog
          by Caud Sewer Bile

Apparently with no surprise to US citizens,
the CIA’s collecting data on Americans,
that agency, that is supposed to look at foreigners,
is spying on home folks according to two senators.
A heavily redacted letter, surfacing this week,
does not unfold all they’re up to; but merely takes a peek.
Like as a cat, this beast beheads its victims in its play,
and with unsanctioned power chases down its human prey.
Their mass surveillance carries on—though it’s against the law—
and measure off another mark with an approving nod.

Caud Sewer Bile is a poet of the Swamp. The two senators are Ron Wyden from Oregon and Martin Heinrich from New Mexico. The letter, which just came to light this week, was dated April 13, 2021.

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Newsreel:
The blue Ambassador Bridge opened to the USA,
but all commercial traffic was transfixed out west in Blaine.

Blaine, Washington, home of the Peace Arch Monument on the Canadian border, is a town of about 5,000.

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The Cube’s Group G
          by Slider Cubeawe

The cube’s group G of symmetries is isomorphic to—
both one-to-one and onto—S4 x Z/2.
There’re 24 rotation symmetries in thé cube’s group,
and 24 are mirror images, pure rubik proof.

Slider Cubeawe is a poet of cubes.

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On Exercising
          by Rudi E. Welec, “Abs”

It never ends, while one’s alive, one needs to exercise,
to keep one healthy, wealthy, and, as per Ben Franklin, wise.
Nor does it hurt to have a cup of coffee in the morn,
that nervous system stimulant and widely-drunken norm.

It’s good to stretch one’s muscles out, to work on one’s physique,
to focus on one’s torso’s core, to keep one strong, not weak.
One should be keen on functioning well in this cosmic flux,
to fly the skies upon sunrise, like activated ducks.

Some basic moves include the pull-up, row, chest press, and squat,
some lifts, as well as power cleans, and shaking quakers—lots.
A belt can help your spine, if you use dumbbells or barbells;
but most important one must be so careful, airfull, swell.

Rudi E. Welec, “Abs”, is a poet of execise. Ben Franklin (1706-1790) was a Neoclassical American proset.