Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
In the icy pond,
there is no sound of water;
and no frog jumps in.
Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
Leaves were shivering,
at minus-twelve Celsius,
above frozen snow.
“Clear Dew” Ibuse is a haiku poet. The first Haiku derives from Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694).
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Haiku
by “Wired Clues” Abe
In the catchment pond,
wintering mallards seek out
aquatic insects.
“Wired Clues” Abe is a NewMillennial haiku writer.
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Orion
by “Crude” Abe Lewis
“But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews;
Arise the pines a noxious shade diffuse;
Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feel decay,
Time conquers all, and we must Time obey.”
—Alexander Pope
Orion rises boldly in the evening sky,
where he was placed, at death, millennia ago,
His belt, the straight short line of three bright stars on high
is hung about his waist, a distance down below,
his shoulders, one of them, the red star Betelgeuse.
Beneath it shines the blue-white Rigel, his boot’s toe.
A line of fainter stars suspending, none called Bruce,
reveal his dagger. Sirius, his dog, pursues,
as he, in turn, goes after the Pleadic crew,
that is, according to but one of many views.
Both he and they were changed to constellations by
the gods who make all those they mark to pay their dues.
“Crude” Abe Lewis is a translator of Ancient Greece. Alexander Pope (1688-1844) was a Neoclassical English poet.
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Newsreel:
The antisemites targeting the cancer hospital—
did they attempt to help out patients oncological?
or were they simply hating Jews on New York City streets?
Remember them well, o, Memorial Sloan Kettering.
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“Ein Nichts
waren wir, sind wir, werden
wir bleiben, blühend.
die Nichts-, die
Niemandsrose.”
—Paul Celan (1920-1970), a German Modernist poet
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The Berlin Traffic Block
by Bruc “Diesel” Awe
In Germany, the farmers, in their trucks and tractors, took
their protest to Berlin on to the Brandenburger Tor.
More than ten-thousand growers ground the city to a halt.
New diesel taxes drove them to this gesture, this gestalt.
They broke into a chant: “The traffic light has got to go”;
that is, the coalition parties of the governo,
the reds, the SPD, the yellow FDP, and Greens,
or they can’t grow beets, maize, or beans…
nor hopes of hops and grapes.
Bruc “Diesel” Awe is a poet of trucks and tractors. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, although “governo” is a winemaking technique used in Italy, here the reference is to the “government”. When Bruc “Diesel” Awe lived in Heibronn, Deutschland (Germany) for a couple of years, he vividly remembers the hills of hops and grapes, and the Germans drinking lots of beer and wine. German is the third largest exporter of food after the Netherlands and the USA. Apparently the German economy shrank in the last quarter of 2023.
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Newsreel:
A US court decided, that the Nazi-stolen pic
Pissarro painted, will not go to the Cassirer heirs.
Camille Pissarro (1830-1903) was French Impressionist painter.
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In Search of Ullr
by Lars U. Ice Bedew
…the weather was severe), the house fronts bleak and black at night,
but harsh and sharp the brightness, blinding, in the morning light.
So there he was, upon the empty surface of the Earth,
the people hud-dl-ing inside, abundant warmth their dearth.
With snow and ice surrounding him—the winds blew snell and keen—
he went forth on his trek to see Thor’s stepson, sight unseen.
But what chance would he have, if not skiskyting for Ullr?
That would be harder than discovering the bulb bulbar.
Yet on he went cross country through the piercing winter cold,
his gun strapped on his shoulder, Eldorado ice, whitegold.
Lars U. Ice Bedew is a poet of the cold North.
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Coleridge on the Strait of Magellan:
“The ice was here, the ice was there, the ice was all around.
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, like noises in a swound!”
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El misionero
by E. W. Desubicarle
The poet Pedro Bonifacio Palacios,
the strong-souled Almafuerte, finally said, ‘Adios’,
in 1917, a time of war in Europe, that
took in so many nations on the World’s theatre.
An idiosyncratic person, living at the edge
of Argentina, interjecting his jeremiad,
prophetic and didactic in his sermonzing lines,
projecting godly motivation of divine design.
But now neglected, what was all of thé extasis for?
the stoicism, and the suffering, o, anguished poor?
His powers inexplicable, his messianic tone,
have vanished into history, into a twilit zone.
E. W. Desubicarle is a poet of Argentina. Pedro Bonifacio Palacios, Almafuerte (1854-1917), an Argentinian poet, writer and teacher, published some works under various pseudonyms.
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Newsreel:
The President of Argentina, Javier Milei,
flew by commercial jet to alpine Davos, Switzerland.
He took some selfies, enroute to the WEF,
where he took aim against the anti-freedom-fighting deaf.
Davos, Switzerland, is an alpine resort of around 10,000.
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The Sitka Spruces
by “Blue Cedar” Siew
“The spruces rough in the distant glitter…”
—Wallace Stevens, “The Snow Man”
It’s good to have a mind…of winter…to regard the frost,
the pines encrusted with white jags, the branches tempest-tossed,
and good to have been cold a long time, hibernating some,
interred within a useful den in obligated months.
It’s not like aestivation, when its one’s happy or one’s blessed,
but rather minimally, metabolic’lly depressed.
Tall Sitka spruces in the nearby January light
range eighty meters from the coast, and eighty meters high.
Above black bears, one sees they bear no misery in sight,
though in the barest places, and despite their climbing height.
They’re tolerant of salty sprays and beachside, sandy dunes,
like at Cape Disappointment, where it thrives with nothing’s nudes.
“Blue Cedar” Siew is a poet of trees. Cape Disappointment is located in southwestern Washington, one of the foggiest places in the US. Sea cadets occasionally work there with the Coast Guard, responding to the 300-400 yearly calls for assitance near and on the Columbia River mouth.
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Forth Black-Capped Chicadees
by E. “Birdcaws” Eule
The Arctic blast has come and brings forth black-capped chickadees,
who roost in specially selected winter cavities.
In dense coats they go into nightly hypothermia,
conserving lots of energy in frosty permia.
The lower is the temp’rature, they save more energy,
and daily press forth, eating insect eggs and wild seeds.
Some days, in fact, they bulge with fat by later afternoon,
devouring enough to fill them up, sans fork or spoon,
and shiver all the night, which gives them warmth in frigid air,
in insulated treeholes, quarter-sized—no room to spare.
E. “Birdcaws” Eule is a poet of birds. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, “frosty permia” is a revision of the term “permafrost.”
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Newsreel:
A bdelloid rotifer awoke—twenty-four-thousand years—
that micro-organism that is multicellular.
It had been frozen in Siberia’s vast permafrost,
at th’ Alazeya River basin, near the Arctic, dossed.
According to Beau Lecsi Werd, “dossed” here means “asleep.”
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A Winter Walk
by Waudle Bircees
He went out for a winter walk, when it was freezing cold;
although the Sun was shining in the azure manifold.
He wore a thick black coat with fuzzy hood; he felt complete;
although his nose and cheeks were freezing, as were shodden feet.
He felt no schadenfreude for himself. Well, why would he—
without aggressive claimed injustice, absent rivalry?
He passed dry grass, an auburn cast, in hiber-dormancy.
He passed the barren landscape of the trees with russet leaves.
The sharp, crisp wind—North-by-Northwest—attacked him on his track.
but with a mind of January, he looked forth and back.
The New Year come upon him, and the old one gone away,
ran in to one another, though he knew they couldn’t stay.
Waudle Burcees is a poet of walking.
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Where’s Waldo
by Scubie Dew Lear
“Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood?”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
Who is that person self-described by poemsphotosrants,
unknown to all the Internet and all its varied plants?
Was this some spy the FBI put at the Capitol?
a person who occasionally caught the classical?
He could not tell, though he had looked. It was not in his ken;
and yet he saw the person’s nomenclature now and then.
He saw the unknown entity among his lecturing,
within those halls frequented by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Scubie Dew Lear is a poetillustrator of word crops. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) was an American Transcendentalist, who went by the name “Waldo”. Martin Handford, a contemporary illustrator and children’s author, created the “Where’s Wally (Where’s Waldo)” series of books.
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How Many Cannot Get a Word
by Cadwel E. Bruise
I accidentally bumped in to him upon
the Internet—there are no acci-crashing-dents
coincidentally—name, Victor D. Infante—
another one, among the millions of poets,
all trying to attempt to have their voices herd—
misspelled, the magic ever falling off intense.
In edgewise, then, how many cannot get a word?
A Pseudotaph to Poetry
by Cadwel E. Bruise
“Terence, this is stupid stuff…”
—A. E. Housman
It is dead, Chris Bays. This is stupid stuff.
It’s time to measure off another puff.
Begone. I do not want to take your guff.
Besides, you know, it’s folly, awful fluff.
I’d rather drink my grog and eat my duff.
Spare me your eulogies thrown off the cuff.
They’re really nothing more than hurled huff.
I’m pretty sure the World’s had enough.
Cadwel E. Bruise is a poet of New England. Victor D. Infante is a contemporary poet presently of Worcester, MA. Chris Bays is a contemporary poet living in Beavercreek, Ohio. A. E Housman (1859-1936) was an English Victorian poet and classicist.
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Th’ Approaching Bridge
by Alecs Ubre Wide
While he was stuck inside—the temper’ture but 10°—
he got down on his knees and started cleaning varied things:
the floor, the cat’s food tray, the toilet bowl, et cetera;
but this was not at all hard, since he was a veteran.
Yes, he remembered following the basic training creed,
scrub down the bathroom tiles, fine as lasik surgery.
He listened to the faucet dripping, as he wiped the fridge,
each smudge, each smidgeon he could cleanse, and cross
th’ approaching bridge,
which in this case just happened to be freezing toilet pipe,
the unthawed water outer wall supply line copper stipe.
Alecs Ubre Wide is a poet of bridges, who also signs his name Alec Subre Wide, using either depending on his meaning.
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