Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
Between the rooftops,
radiating sunbeams gleam,
in the neighbourhood.
Haiku
by “Wired Clues” Abe
Upon the sidewalk,
the three-year old—just takes off—
grandparents chasing.
“Wired Clues” Abe is a poet of NewMillennial haiku.
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Newsreel:
Starliner, made by Boeing, was too risky, so SpaceX
made room in Dragon for return on February next.
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This Little Bioland
by I. E. Sbace Weruld
At the center of Earth, an inner iron core
writhes, and currents there produce a magnetic field;
whose action once created the magnetosphere,
and formed around our planet a protective shield
that guards us and retards the deadly particles
of the solar wind. That core keeps us partly sealed.
Meanwhile, the brilliant Aurora Borealis
and Australis show that the sun’s violent
solar wind soars into interplanetary
spaces with the force of myriad megatons,
methodically eroding our atmosphere,
but still can’t yet destroy this little bioland.
Mr. I. E. Sbace Weruld is a poet of space.
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Newsreel:
The new Chinese attack nuke-sub sank at its shipyard base,
according to defence officials of the USA.
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The Sexagenarian
by Abdul Serecewi
I saw him slumping down into a large and gray arm chair,
a man much balder than an eagle, since he had no hair.
He looked about as bored as any eagle on a crag,
who had no prey to chase, no rat to snag, no stag to stab
his talons in; and though he looked quite peaceful and inert,
his shoulders spread across the pad, he looked like he could hurt.
Although his wings were folded back, his eyes were keen and black;
he looked like he was searching for a target to attack.
And so I left him in the shadows of that lazy room,
not wanting to participate in any form of doom.
Abdul Serecewi is a poet of South Asia.
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Slouching to-ward Bethlehem
by Israel W. Ebecud
O, slouching to-ward Bethlehem—What is this great, rough Beast?
So much is happening so quickly in the Middle East.
From Gaza, north to Lebanon, south to the Yemenis.
in one week, Israel has hit so many terrorists.
And it has been smacked by one-hundred eighty missile hits,
sent through dark skies out from Iran; yet its great God persists.
Israel W. Ebecud is a poet of the Middle East. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, the meaning of Israel is “God persists”.
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Glinka & the Mythic Five
by Waldi Berceuse
From the grand landscapes that are Russia, come
the late nineteenth and early twentieth
century Russian composers, who drum
their brash selves into modern consciousness
unabashedly, their flying troika
driving madly against the sleet and snow
with the father of the mythic five, Glinka,
across the steppes through wars both hot and cold.
In the background playing balalaikas,
Cui, Rimsky-Korsakov, Borodin,
and Mussorgsky, led by Balakirev,
race after Pushkin’s Eugene Onegin,
a mighty, little heap of Russians steeped
in air, from Siberia to Saint Pete’s.
Waldi Bersceuse is a poet of Slavic composition.
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Pyotr Ufimstev
by Alecsei Durbew
All I needed to do was to bypass the radar waves trying to locate me for a crime I didn’t do. But, alas, it wasn’t going to be that easy. I needed flat surfaces and sharp angles to elude my pursuers. They wanted to nail me, and curved surfaces would give me away in a heart-beat. Fate strangles. I had to escape that arching, vaunted, high-flying world, if I wanted to live. I had to go undercover, and fast. The first thing I did was cover myself with radar-absorbant paint that would last. To get through, I’d also need all the stealth technology I could get my hands on. I had to throw off aerodynamics and reduce the exposure of my face. At the same time I had to put pads on, not perpendicular hitting hammocks, but a broken up, irregular space; since fewer sides the better, though that makes flying harder. There are always trade-offs. I did and will do whatever it takes to succeed in this charged field of air crafts.
Alecsei Durbew is a poet of Russian invention. In the above prosem, Pyotr Ufimstev is a contemporary PostModernist Russian engineer involved in stealth aircraft technology.
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Cassandra
by Esiud L. Werecub
She went back on her word, once she received Apollo’s gift—
to see into the future. Myths begin in such a drift.
And since Apollo could not take it back—gods are constrained—
he added that nobody would believe the things she’s say.
And so the power of foresight did not help her at all;
she was a mess in a morass o’ th’ inevitable.
Esiud L. Werecub is a poet of Ancient Greece.
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Comment
by Ewald E. Eisbruc
The four main forms of the Classical Era were theme and variations, minuet and trio, rondo, and sonata allegro.
Ewald E. Eisbruc is a poet of composition of the Classical period (1770-1800).
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Newsreel:
The International Longshoreman’s Union is on strike
for more than what they got…to deal with inflation’s hike.
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Abe L.
by Usa W. Celebride
Abe Lincoln was an ugly, homely man
who come out of Kentucky and went to
Illinois. He showed what the comely can,
he could, and what they can’t do, he could do.
His humor was plain, ol’ American,
homespun homilies; and although uncouth,
his honesty was genuine, common;
it could hoodwink people into the truth.
But Lincoln was a complex man. Beyond
the tall, lanky outlines of his body,
he often fell into depths of despond,
feelings of gloom and doom. He was moody,
like Hamlet, dressed in black, having to fix
a world again up to its no-good tricks.
Usa W. Celebride is a poet of American moments. Abraham Lincoln (1809-1965) was a MidNineteeth Century American politician.
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Newsreel:
More than one-hundred-twenty died, in the US Southeast,
by falling trees and raging floods, from Hurricane Helene.
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Biopic
by War di Belecuse
Born November 11, 1885,
George S. Patton, at the 1912 Olympics,
in Stockholm, Sweden, in the pentathlon, placed five.
He joined John J. Pershing’s staff both in Mexico
in 1916 and in France in World War I,
where he served with the new United States Tank Corps.
He helped make th’ co-axial tank mount for cannon
and machine guns, seeing the tank as the future
of modern combat. Then in 1941,
he became Commanding General in Georgia
of the newly formed Armored Force. “Old Blood and Guts”
gave speeches in an enlarged amphitheatre
he had built to hold an entire division. What
came next was chasing Nazis from North Africa,
and much of Western Europe, along varied fronts,
up to Austria and Czechoslovakia.
He died in Germany in 1945
as a result of an automobile acci-
dent.
War di Belecuse is a poet of war.
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Morning Sun
by Red Was Iceblue
“an image of the meditative gazer’s mind
as the cast shadow on the bed of her body.”
—John Hollander
Impassively, and lost in thought, she faces morning sun.
The wall is bare, as is the bed on which she sits alone.
The room above the streets suggests the bleakness of her life.
Has she been modeled after Josephine, Ed Hopper’s wife?
The window frame, the building’s face, the sky and city view,
are all severe, so minimalist as to seem too true.
The isolation and the quietude are palpable,
as is the introspection, which is strangely graspable.
Red Was Iceblue is a poet of Modernist painting. Edward Hopper (1882-1967) was an American Modernist painter. John Hollander (1929-2013) was an American poet and art critic.
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The Western Film
by Cawb Edius Reel
The Western was a reflection of farms
and rural living. Wild horses, gunfights,
the cattle stampedes, and the other harms
were reminders of rural days and nights.
Cawb Edius Reel is a poet of film.
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The Auto Shop Mechanic
by Bruc “Diesel” Awe
He was an auto shop mechanic with a vacant stare.
His eyes were gray, his lips were chapped, his face was drawn
to tasks. His skin was dark, dirt-brown and rough. His hair
was black, greased back, and like a wire brush. His brawn
was stream-lined, like the vehicles he worked. He wore
a trim, tight uniform, with DIESEL printed on.
His day-old beard was like sandpaper, dark, hard-core.
He had a tool box he used to get each job done,
to do his rubbing, screwing, hammering, and more.
Though serious, he looked like he could have some fun.
One probably could find someone somewhere in there
behind his uniform, perhaps out in the sun.
Bruc “Diesel” Awe is a poet of transportation.
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In Flower Mound, he visited the hospital beside
the semi-highway going past, three stories built up high.
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The Hardy Rose
by B. S. Eliud Acrewe
“And grateful too/ For sunlight on the garden.”
Louis MacNeice
He woke up to the Sunlight in the fourth rose-garden growth,
lush petals flush with red and pink. He oweth and he ow’th,
diurnally, eternally, fresh flowers, Adam’s flesh,
Eve’s shame, and Noah’s knowledge, passed allegedly to Shem.
He saw airplanes and jet above skyscrapers and rooftops.
He heard the vehicles speed past on highway streaming spots.
The hardy rose-leaves glistening, expanding petal flops
above the thorny branches, stems that do not want to stop.
The blasting horns and roaring echo in the memory,
conundrums of corundum in abrasive emery.
B. S. Eliud Acrewe is a poet of Eliotic nuance. Adam, Eve, Noah, and Shem were Hebraic figures mentioned in Genesis. T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) was a Modernist American-Anglo poet and proset. Louis MacNeice (1907-1963) was an Irish Modernist poet and proset.