Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
First, one direction—
and then quickly another—
the dragonfly moves.
Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
Kawai Sora
and Fuita Kōsui:
faint stars in the night.
Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
The crescent Moon sets,
a sigh escapes dark morning.
The stars are fading.
“Clear Dew” Ibuse is a poet of traditional Japanese haiku. Sora Kawai (1649-1710) and Modern poet Fujita Kōsui (dates unknown) were haiku poets. Ishikawa Takuboku (1886-1912) was a Modernist Japanese haikuist.
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Tanka
by U “Bird Claw” Eese
At the catchment pond,
more than a dozen egrets
seek, before the rain,
what little water there is,
not regretting their wager.
U “Bird Claw” Eese is a poet of birds.
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Song Yu
by Li “Sacred Bee” Wu
Song Yu,
a man of Chu,
disciple too
of Qu Yuan,
sang songs,
like Yang Chang
(Sunny Spring)
and Bai Xue
(White Snow),
two qin
of long ago.
Li “Sacred Bee” Wu is a poet of Ancient China. Song Yu was a poet during the reign of King Xiang of Chu (r. 298 BC – 263 BC). Qu Yuan (c. 340 BC – 278 BC) was an Ancient Chinese poet and politician,
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Newsreel:
In Buner, Pakistan, torrential rains and cloudbursts caused
more than three-hundred deaths due to massive monsoon floods.
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At Golgotha, Circa 0 BC
by Crise de Abu Wel
And when they came upon the place they called the “Skull,”
the Roman soldiers crucified him on some cross[Who knows the form?] with the two other criminals,
one on the right, one on the left. {What was the loss?
Was Jesus saying, Father, do forgive them, for
they do not know what they are doing?} They drew lots,
dividing up his clothing {loathing him and more}.
The people stood and watched and mocked. {He is the Son?}
“He has saved others. Let him save himself, {the poor?}
if this one is the Christ of God, the chosen one.”
Authorities and soldiers ridiculed him too.
They offered vinegar. {What’s done can’t be undone?}
“If you are the King of the Jew, {Was this not true?}
then save yourself,” said some. {Who were all these people?}
A sign placed over him read thus: “King of the Jew.”
Crise de Abu Wel is a poet of Christ. The above lines draw from Luke 23: 33-38.
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Newsreel:
Despite the US brokered peace, M23 attacked,
more than two-hundred in the DRC killed in that act.
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Archilochus’s Famous Melodies
by Esiad L. Werecub
To men, Archilochus’s famous melodies
have fallen, like Olympic songs of victory,
to thrice repeated disregard. Oh, Heracles,
the slope of Kronos’ Hill is steep and slippery,
and he who farms it most soon tires of trying it.
Near all now call Zeus’ long-range bow pure frippery,
the muses trite. New moderns are not buying it.
The deities today are Mammon and Repose.
A shower of arrows on Elis lighting, lit,
though from the Lord of Lightning, is mere fireworks shows,
toy noise, opposed to blessings or some memories
of Lydian Pelops and Hippodameia.
Esiad L. Werecub is a poet of Ancient Greece. Archilochus (c. 680 BC – c. 645 BC) was an iambic Greek poet of the Archaic period.
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Callimachus Spoke
Ercules Edibwa
Callimachus spoke of your death, Heraclitus,
how it sent him to tears, how you two talked until
the sun went down. You were from Halicarnassus,
he also said, and, though you were long gone, you’d still
live on within your nightingales; but he was wrong.
The snatching hands of Hades only left but one.
Shepherd of Prose Pastures of Pinakes
by Ercules Edibwa
A native of Greek colony Cyrene
in Libya, Callimachus instirred
the Library of Alexandria
around the time of Ptolemy the Third.
Apollo came to him and told him he
should fatten flocks and keep a slender muse,
no Argonautica should cross his sea
steered by an Apollonius Rhodus.
He favored epigrams, as it is known,
in elegiac meters he’d compose;
for μέγα βιβλίον μέγα κακόν,
loud thundering belongs to Zeus, and those
who have an awful lot to say, who squall,
but manage still to say no thing at all.
Ercules Edibwa is a poet of Ancient Greece. Callimachus (c. 310 BC – c. 240 BC) was an Hellenistic Alexandrian poet and scholar. Apollonius Rhodus (c. 295 BC – c. 245 BC) was a noted Hellenistic epic poet. Ptolemy III (c. 280 BC – 222 BC) was the 3rd pharaoh of the Ptolemaic dynasty in Egypt. Heraclitus of Halicarnassus was an elegiac poet of Hellenistic Alexandria.
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Cf. Publius V. Maro
by Aedile E. Cwerbus
I am melding with the past
as I melt into the present.
Aedile E. Cwerbus is a poet of Ancient Rome. Vergil (70 BC – 19 BC) was an Ancient Roman epic writer.
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Hilbert’s 10th Problem
by Euclidrew Base
Given a Diophantine equation
with any number of unknown quantities
and with rational integral numerical coefficients,
to devise a process
according to which it can be determined
in a finite number of operations
whether the equation
is solvable in rational integers.
In 1944, Emil Leon Post said
Hilbert’s 10th problem
begs for an unsolvability proof,
the answer to this problem,
the combined work,
beginning in 1949
of Martin Davis, Julia Robinson,
Hilary Putnam, and Yuri Matiyasevich,
ending in 1970.
Drawing on the work of Nikolai Vorob’ev
on Fibonacci numbers,
Yuri Matiyasevich proved that
the set P with elements a and b
such that a is greater than 0
and b is equal to F sub 2a,
where F sub n is the nth Fibonacci number,
is Diophantine and exhibits exponential growth.
The MDRP Theorem showed
that recursively enumerable sets
are equivalent to Diophantine sets,
providing a negative answer to
Hilbert’s 10th Problem,
because it showed
that it is a semi-decidable problem,
which is a type of undecidable problem.
Methodus Incrementorum Directa et Inversa
by Euclidrew Base
Joseph-Louis Lagrange called the theorem,
which Englisman Brook Taylor included
in his methodus incrementorum
directa et inversa, finely suited
to serve as the basic principle of
differential calculus, on his way
to generalization both above
and beyond the perception of his day.
Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathematics. Brook Taylor (1685-1731) was an English mathematician and barrister. Joseph-Louis Lagrange (1736-1813) was an Italian-French mathematician, physicist, and astronomer. David Hilbert 1862-1943, Emil Leon Post (1897-1954), Martin Davis (1928-2023), Julia Robinson (1919-1985), Hilary Putnam (1926-2016), and and Nikolai Vorob’ev (1925-1995) were 20th century mathematicians. Yuri Matiyasevich is a contemporary Russian mathematician.
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This World
by Sul Adirebecwe
Except for being far more serious and real, this World’s
as crazy as that shown by Lewis Carroll—only worse.
The Statue of a Lion
by Sul Adirebecwe
A lion statue lying in a public space
moved suddenly to my amazement on all fours.
His tail flew up high; around he turned his face.
Some dude had jumped on him, and rode him like a horse.
But he stayed put. He was a statue after all.
There was no violent attack. There were no roars.
His rider rode upon his back, and had a ball.
The lion simply took it. What else could he do?
He merely was a statue on a pedestal.
It was a blast, yes, from the rider’s point of view,
but when his fun was done, he left without a trace.
The lion slept and dreamed of zebras at the zoo.
Sul Adirebecwe is a poet of somewhere else.
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What Alan Turing Thought
by AI Welder, “Cubes”
I do not think that I shall ever
find a computer quite so clever
as a human mind
despite what Alan Turing thought.
AI Welder, “Cubes”, is a poet of artificial thought. Alan Turing (1912-1954) was a British Modernist computer scientist.
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Ezra Pound
by B. S. Eliud Acrewe
Fine, like a sculpture of Phidias,
tho more likely to be made of
ivory, marble, or glass—
smooth curves carved in stone and/or love,
his poetry—pumice and porous,
cooled forms of lava, like sponge,
not really near Horace
nor nearly so orange,
Pound—crashing into existence
with a fresh, breathtaking vision—
violent, extreme, and insistent,
sure and rugged, sheer ragged precision,
blasted into the atmosphere’s blue,
hard, clear, and loud—ab arce extulit,
et rauco strepuerunt cornua cantu—
wildly passionate and exultant!
shaking the langu(age) new,
if not rosy or plastic or cinema,
certainly not false or true—
a snake’s forked tongue—venemous,
to a more powerful beat,
a rhythm dynamic and charged!
pulling the sandals off his feet,
throwing his toga to the birds and dogs!
fighting a part from the mud
of ideologue, dogma and doctrine,
all the muddle-headed scud
rushing this way and that for Gawd knows wot.
B. S. Elius Acrewe is a poet of the early 20th century Modernists. Ezra Pound (1885-1972) was an American Modernist poet and proset. Phidias (c. 480 BC – c. 430 BC) was an Ancient Greek sculptor.
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Where
by Wilbur Dee Case
He fell into a World plagued by image, ads and cash,
where everything is monetized not tied down and/or lashed,
where conflict bubbles constantly up magma uncontrolled,
and everyone who isn’t rolling on is getting rolled.
What chance had he to make his way in such a place as this,
where every moment is a challenging and fateful kiss,
where one is ever fooled by fellow creatures, cosmic force,
where peace and bliss are rarities, and loving too, of course,
where one appears upon the stage and exits by some door,
right at the time when one is only wishing one had more?
Wilbur Dee Case is a poet of the Midwest. Kenneth Fearing (1902-1961) was a Modernist poet and proset.
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Wilmer Hasting Mills
by Cause Bewilder
He was the son of missionaries agricultural;
as such he grew up in Louisiana and Brazil.
He was a farmer and a carpenter, a poet too,
religious, deeply, with a very earnest point of view.
His concentrated language, knotted, almost anguished, rude,
that often rang of honesty and verisimilitruth.
In time, he came to farm and settle into Tennessee,
where he went to the University of Sewanee.
An M.A. in Theology was followed by a stint,
at Covenant, in Chattanooga, writing resident.
He struggled then, with how to spell life’s meaning into words,
before he died from liver cancer, two months later on.
Cause Bewilder is a poet of the South. Wilmer Hasting Mills (1969-2011) was a NewMilliennial poet. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, “verisimilitruth” is an uncouth neologism.
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To One Over in Vermont
by Cadwel E. Bruise
Michael Palma, it is, from immigrants of old
you trace your family. All of us do the same.
Some come from Sicily, while some others, the Alps;
some went to colleges, while some others to fame.
It does seem evident Palma’s a noble name,
Olympian in act, a blessing of the gods.
While one man’s happy just to agitate the crowd,
a next wants capital, Montpelier on high,
or maybe Ilium—conditional money:
Oil’s this day’s appetite—Saudi Arabian.
We’ve our own billionaires, King Attalus the IIIs.
That man who’d rather eke out a living back home
near myrtle bushes or cypresses off the grave,
land hardly arable, past the Peloponnese,
far from where Icarus fell livid in the sea
and merchants traveling forth wi’ map in the hand,
past oceanic arcs and Pacific billows,
past Atlantic ados and watches of the shark,
past white whales swimming on, why should he go afield?
Why scorn or brush aside sharp Massasoit—the grape?
Why not kick back at home, glad to appeize the day,
beside a rivulet, to watch above the clouds?
Some long for the glory Afghanistan proffers,
the gunfire’s rat-a-tat that the mothers abhor.
Some long for the forests; in camouflage some hunt,
forgetful o’ “the wife” in frigid air’s cocoon,
‘n hot pursuit o’ the buck or the bear off running,
there out where the rabbit flees fro’ the baying hounds.
Me, I long for a song, a placid ivy glen,
and good company who want t’ analyze lyrics.
I long for ditties of grove deities awake
to nymphs and the satyrs, to the common people,
to muse-friendly poets listed among the bards,
a pure soul i’ the stars with an uplifted head.
Cadwel E. Bruise is a poet of New England. Michael Palma is a Contemporary American poet and translator. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, “appeize” is not a neologism, cf. Baroque English poetry.
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Newsreel:
Trump met with Putin in Alaska on a carpet walk,
beneath a B-2 Bomber flying in the skies aloft.
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Not Some Goddess Above
by I Warble Seduce
It is as tho I have by a cyclone been hit,
so smitten am I now at this moment with love;
and it is You, yes, who are in a large part fit
to be called th’ authoress (not some goddess above)
of this pleasurable state of being I at
this time so profoundly enjoy (There will be of
this more to be said in the future.) and am glad
quite to partake in. Out of all my many years
I’ve lived, this one with You has got to be the most
blessed, the best of all the years that have yet appeared
upon this incredible horizon, life, that is,
the one that is to Me to heaven most near, dear.
I Warble Seduce is a poet of love, who, in his younger years, liked to capitalize all pronouns.
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A Real Experience
by Carb Deliseuwe
You and I, We, scarfed down a loaf of Finnish Coffee Bread
with cardamom (Elettaria cardamomum) seeds
over tea and enthusiastic economic talk,
Marx, unions, and class warfare—revolutionary sets!
“a real experience,” You said then! between eleven
and twelve, th’ inexorable tick continuing,
a scent, ever so faintly reminiscent of camphor,
rising up into my nostrils, insignificant crumbs
scattered across the table, quintessentially petite—
“petty”, You said, the transitivity of feeling good!
I Warble Seduce is a poet of love. Karl Marx (1818-1883) was a German, socio-economic philosopher.
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A Bit Too Bottom Heavy
by Rudi, E. Welec, “Abs”
He was a bit too bottom heavy, flabby and obtuse;
a building needs good, strong foundations, no, not hanging loose.
He felt like as he packed on pounds, his body thick and dense;
he needed exercise—a lot—as well as common sense.
He loved to eat his lot of beef; he ate a lot each day;
yet he looked like a ruminant, enjoying chewing hay.
Since he was not a quadruped with four limbs on the ground,
why should he stand around so much with his head hanging down?
He was too fat for his own good—much better to be less—
he knew he needed to lose weight so he could be his best.
Rudi E. Welec, “Abs”, is a poet of exercise.
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