Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
The sight of the Moon
both saddens and gladdens me,
a lone light and boon.
“Clear Dew” Ibuse is a poet of traditional Japanese haiku. Matsuō Basho (1644-1694) was a noted Edo haikuist.
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The End of a Game
for Donald and Shirley Wise
by Cu Ebide Aswerl
They were lost in a game of chess,
my mother and my father, yes,
and they moved the pieces over
and over again. Oh, no, sir,
the game did not last forever.
One warm afternoon, my father
passed away. Yes, sir, it was sad;
but for my mother it was bad.
She sat alone at the table
for as long as she was able,
for she had lost her king. No, sir,
no one was able to save her.
She fell into a dark river
from which no one could retrieve her;
and now both are gone forever…
floating on and on with chess pieces.
Cu Ebide Aswerl is a poet of games.
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Newsreel:
A NASA ISRO satellite has been launched in to space,
enhancing global monitoring of new climate change;
while th’ US White House had directed NASA to defund
two US satellites—by 2026 undone.
ISRO is the Indian Space Research Organization.
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This Cosmos
by I. E. Sbace Weruld
“Don’t let the stars get in your eyes,
Don’t let the Moon break your heart.”
—Winston Lee Moore
It was not life, and yet I breathed
breaths from the air around.
It was not day, and yet the birds
trilled out their tuneful sound.
It was not warm, and yet my skin
enjoyed the solar might;
nor was it cool, for I was In,
much to my sweet delight.
And yet it seemed like all of them,
these things that I have known,
unorderly, unburied, and
forgotten, set in stone.
As if my death were given at
the time of my first burst,
but could not flee the dome, until
my lines had been rehearsed.
The time continued ticking dawn,
the space extended far,
despite the rosy cheeks of morn
or shining specks of star.
This cosmos filled with cold and hot,
and opportunities,
is like a chaos tossed about
in an eternal squeeze.
Mr. I. E. Sbace Weruld is an Earthling poet of the cosmic chaos. Winston Lee Moore (1919-1966) was an American Modernist songwriter.
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On Cummings, the Cosmos, and His Words
by E. E. Cubies Drawl
“E. E. Cummings is defunct; but I am not in…
a funk; for he’s been dead for many suns and moons,
and this is a part of what we all have got in.
In hydrogen, the sun sets helium balloons
loose. Up, up, and away they fly, they rise, they lose
themselves amidst the blues, the solar lights and lunes.
Like butterflies in flight criss-cross the skies, they cruise,
both visually and viscerally—his words.
They climb into the heavens, kites above buffed shoes,
and flap among the clouds, in breezes, as do birds.
They spin around, about, and won’t be forgotten,
at least not soon. Hey, after seconds, I’ll take thirds.”
E. E. Cubwis Drawl is a poet of Modernist attitudes. E. E. Cummings (1894-1962) was an American Modernist poet and proset.
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Propinquity
by “Wired Clues” Abe
“the liability…to under-rate or over-value…through
misadmeasurement of…propinquity”
—Edgar Allen Poe, The Sphinx
Past my gazing eyes,
a giant dragonfly zips
in the summer heat;
high, in blue, in a straight line,
a tiny silver jet zooms.
Haiku
by “Wired Clues” Abe
Counting syllables,
fillable sudoku squares:
welcome distractions.
“Wired Clues” Abe is a haiku and tanka writer of the NewMillennium. Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was an American Romantic poet and proset.
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Chinese Situation
by Wu “Sacred Bee” Li
Before the Chinese state descends to chaos, Sichuan
is in turmoil. Once pacified, it’s the last to calm down.
Wu “Sacred Bee” Li is a poet of Ancient China. Sichuan is a Chinese province of about 80,000,000.
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Upon the Daven Port
by Sri Wele Cebuda
He got into the lotus pose upon the davenport.
If not nirvana bound, he wished he were now heavenward.
He stretched his spine, on edge, aligned, he gazed forth straight ahead.
Unfazed, he spread his legs apart, amazed at his firm stead.
He opened up his hips. He still was in his army cap.
He felt as though there was a lotus flower in his lap.
Yet there was not a thing, but for internal sounds and moves.
If only he could be free of eternal rounds and grooves.
He lifted up his head. It did not go up to the clouds,
but only to the near at hand—the edict God endows.
Sri Wele Cebuda is a poet of meditation.
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Newsreel:
The Saky Mil-i-tar-y Air-fi-eld has been attacked:
one Su-305M fighter was destroyed compact;
another one was damaged badly—What’s become of it?—
Three Su-24 aircraft were also hit.
The drones Ukraine used cost, each one, twelve thousand bucks or less.
Perhaps Ukraine used twenty drones, but that is just a guess.
And yet, the Su-30SM cost more on its own—
from forty to some fifty million dollars just alone.
Saky, Crimea, has a population of around 25,000.
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The Top Purchasers of Russian Oil, Coal and Gas
by CREA Russian Fossil Tracker
1. China $230,000,000,000
2. India $135,000,000,000
3. Turkey $90,000,000,000
4. EU $75,000,000,000
5. Brazil $20,000,000,000
6. Singapore $15,000,000,000
7. South Korea $12,500,000,000
8. Saudi Arabia $12,000,000,000
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Pretending To Be on a Duck Hunt
by Brad Lee Suciew
Pretending to be on a duck hunt, meeting on a train,
proceeding from New Jersey, on this devious campaign,
to Jekyll Island, off of Georgia, back in 1910,
there was a secret gathering of six affluent men,
to make a plan to change the banks to favour them and theirs
that would become the Federal Reserve protecting heirs,
like Davison of J. P. Morgan, and Frank Vanderlip,
and Andrew, of the Treasury, who also made the trip,
Paul Warburg, German-born, and kingpin senator Aldrich,
as well as his own secretary Shelton. All were rich.
Brad Lee Suciew is a poet of business. Davison, Morgan, Vanderlip, Andrew, Warburg, Aldrich, and Shelton were American Modernist businessmen and political figures.
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The Man in Blue in Jungle Trees
by Walice du Beers
“Of things exactly as they are.”
—Wallace Stevens
I saw him hanging in the jungle’s lush, green trees;
and he reminded me of Tarzan of the apes;
but he was neatly dressed in a loose, blue suit’s ease.
In fact, it looked like shiny, hanging, curtain drapes.
What was he doing there? I wondered what it was
that brought him to that height, that verdant, fertile place.
Perhaps it was a rendezvous, I thought; because
his big, dark eyes looked soulful, hungry, longingly,
though there was not another soul around him, us.
Thick nose and lips made him seem like King Kong to me.
I half expected I would hear some throaty scream;
but he moved through those lush, green trees so quietly…
I didn’t hear a sound; he didn’t seem to be.
Walice du Beers is a poet of Modernist expression. Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) was an American Modernist poet. “Tarzan” was a character created by Modernist proset Edgar Rice Burroughs (1875-1950). “King Kong” was a gorilla-like giant created by RKO pictures.
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Another AI Miss
by Ira “Dweeb” Scule
You should have been valedictorian
of Clatsop Community College in
’09. You worked harder than anyone
else; you knew more; and you completed nursing
and other classes with only one B,
that given to you by a jealous prof.
This small fact will be lost to history,
and people reading this I’m sure would scoff,
even though it is the absolute truth.
You were spurned by those unsure of themselves,
who feared rather than embraced your pursuit
of knowledge, and hid inside hollow shells.
For this they let slide by an honor due
that only I do know, and maybe you.
Ira “Dweeb” Scule is a poet of studies. His favourite essay on studies is that by English writer Francis Bacon (1561-1628) “Of Studies.”
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Yearning For More Learning
by Erisbawdle Cue
Not only are parts of the past lost, irretrievable;
but so too are parts of the present unredeemable.
Reality is too complex and rich to grasp it all.
To strive to know much more of it is only natural.
Because it is so gratifying to our appetite,
it satisfies our yearning for more learning, day and night;
and we can’t help but feel displeasure when we’re stymied, stumped.
When we’re successful in our quest for new insights, we’re pumped,
but it is no surprise we’re down, when we cannot get through
to that which we desire so much, the light of living truth.
Erisbawdle Cue is a poet of philosophy.
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World Best High School 800-Meter Run
by Rudi E. Welec, “Abs”
From 7th at the US Track and Field Championship,
the sixteen-year-old Cooper Lutkenhaus then ramped it up,
and came in 2nd setting a new World record at
1:42.27, like a phantom cat!
Rudi E. Welec, “Abs”, is a poet of sport. Cooper Lutkenhaus is a high school student from Justin, Texas, a town of around 4,400.
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A Revolutionary Change
by Carb Deliseuwe
Around ten thousand years ago in Middle Eastern lands,
a revolutionary change in food production chanced
to come about, that is, domesticating animals
and cultivating plants. Food thus became reliable.
Carb Deliseuwe is a poet of food.
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