Haiku
by “Wired Clues” Abe
H(over)ing over
a modest home and short street.
a whirl-i-gig drones.
“Wired Clues” Abe is a NewMillennial haiku writer. Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902) is sometimes credited with coining the term “haiku” as a stand-alone poetic form.
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A Little Butterfly
by “Lice Brews” Ueda
Across the newly mown and gold-green lawn,
a little butterfly frenetically
goes by, and vanishes before a yawn
is done, because it moves kinetically.
It’s gone before I have a chance to write
down how it travels—lightning-speed zigzag,
a tiny white kite, flapping left and right,
so bright, so light, without a tail to drag.
So quickly here it comes and goes, it makes
the tranquil scene seems suddenly alive;
and as it flits away, the trip it takes
lasts barely long enough to shout high five.
Once it is gone, and craziness does cease,
I pause to praise its passing pace, and peace.
“Lice Brews” Ueda is a poet of the tiny.
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Going Through Life
by R. Lee Ubicwedas
He always was off-kilter, never knowing how to live.
He didn’t know what he should take, and how much he should give.
He was a lost soul, hopeless, helpless, did not have a clue.
He couldn’t figure out the things that he was s’pposed to do.
His mind was like a stream meandering this way and that.
He never really ever truly knew where he was at.
It was as if he were a drifting sand-dune blown by wind
without a purpose or a reason where he should begin.
The only thing he marked as he became aware of life
was that he always floundered in between the strafe and strife.
Consciousness
by R. Lee Ubicwedas
The surly man, who stands up tall, before the world he seize,
sees consciousness as biological phenomenese,
knees bent against the cushion of existence, if you please,
pleas falling on the ears and years of arrogance and ease.
He’s well aware that sentience is, so good, o, true, and real,
and it is irreducible to any other deal.
It has a qualitative feel, but acts causally,
a neuron-firing chain, secreting acetylcholine.
His power comes from its vast scope that lies before his view,
a complex field unified, yet simple to endue.
R. Lee Ubicwedas is a poet of anything. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, phenomenese is a contextual neologism.
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Newsreel:
On June 11th FIFA World Cup began its mix;
the groups and draws were made before for 2026:
Group A: Mexico, South Africa, Korea, Czechia
Group B: Canada, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Qatar, Switzerland
Group C: Brazil, Morocco, Haiti, Scotland
Group D: USA, Paraguay, Australia, Turkey
Group E: Germany, Curacao, Ivory Coast, Ecuador
Group F: Netherlands, Japan, Sweden, Tunisia
Group G: Belgium, Egypt, Iran, New Zealand
Group H: Spain, Cabo Verde, Saudi Arabia, Uruguay
Group I: France, Senegal, Iraq, Norway
Group J: Argentina, Algeria, Austria, Jordan
Group K: Portugal, Congo, Uzbekistan, Colombia
Group L: England, Croatia, Ghana, Panama
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A Toast to Alcaeus
by Esiad L. Werecub
Let’s drink. Why are we waiting for the lighting of the lamps?
There’s only but a little bit of daylight on our maps.
Lift down the cups—the painted ones—o, friends and family,
for wine’s a blessing come to us from Zeus and Semele.
It helps us take the broken heart, the sadness in our minds.
Mix one part water to two parts of sparkling scarlet wine.
Do not be frugal with the bottle; pour it to the rim;
and see the lovely, twinkling bubbly winking at the brim.
And while we drink the lively stuff, let’s talk or sing a song,
and happily thus emptied push another cup along.
Esiad L. Werecub is a poet of Ancient Greece. Alcaeus (c. 625 BC – c. 580 BC) was an Ancient Greek poet.
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Mount Vesuvius Erupted
by Aedile Cwerbus
In Seventy-nine, Mount Vesuvius
erupted, and destroyed Pompeii, keeping
it ironically impervious
to nature’s inevitable sweeping
away of the past. Lava made it last
far beyond the ravages of savage
time. Into eternity it was cast,
and salvaged for use in a later age,
as a store of knowledge for life back then,
hardly what its inhabitants wanted,
though no one has been able to ask them.
Most had answered by running the gauntlet,
except for perhaps the elder Pliny,
who wanting data, didn’t get any.
Aedile Cwerbus is a poet of Ancient Rome. The Elder Pliny (23-79) was a Roman naturalist and proset of the Silver Age.
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Vienna Circle and Its Gang
by Uwe Carl Diebes
The ambiguity of language was inimical
to the Vienna Circle, positive, empirical;
and yet, Kurt Gödel, showed them in one of his back-seat plumbs,
some propositions can’t be proven from all axioms.
What the Vienna Circle and its gang too soon forgot
was all of math and science comes from words their writers wrought,
that all the problems that one finds in prose and poetry
are there in math and science and in sociology.
The paradoxes that one finds in science can’t be banned,
though, like theology, their meaning’s hard to understand.
Uwe Carl Diebes is a poet of Germanic mental structures. Kurt Gödel (1906-1978) was an Austrian mathematician, philosopher, and logician.
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A Puritan Poet
by Wilude Scabere
Milton had discovered something was wrong,
wrong with himself, wrong with humanity,
and he put it in his poems. His strong
solemn lines reveal heartless vanity,
along with hard-headed inanity
and heavy-handedness. Squarely he faced
it all–the villainous, insanity,
and evil together interlaced.
But he did not accept us as displaced
persons eternally. He strove to find
for us more than a wretched and debased
spot in history. He was not resigned;
for he embraced with all his soul and mind
our race as both his kin and God’s own kind.
Wilude Scabere is a poet of Baroque sensibilities. John Milton (1608-1674) was a 17th century English epic poet.
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Dover Airport’s Breach
by Usa W. Celebride
The ocean is not calm tonight; it never really is.
The tide is full, the Moon is bright for bore or realist.
Upon the sea, the lights of England are not visible.
The Dover Airport still remains for John or Isabel.
Built back in Delaware, upon the rise o’ th’ rising Sun,
its start, December Seventeen in Nineteen-Forty-One.
One hears the grating roar of engines overhead and there,
transporting soldiers, and returning them to land or air.
Though the eternal note of sadness can be heard again;
there’s so much more than that found there, this present day, and then.
No Sophoclean playwright sits awaiting in the wings.
Where is the thing with feathers that throughout the weather sings?
Usa W. Celebride is a poet of Middle America—USA.
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Claude Elwood Shannon
by Euclidrew Base
He juggled engineering theory veering into math,
a pioneer in taking logic down a switching path,
by using Boolean to represent the circuitry
of telephones, and new electrical technology.
He was an information source. He had a message too.
He wanted to transmit it past the noise that round him flew.
He waited for receivers who could pick his signal up,
despite the entropy he found round swirling in his cup.
He longed to reach the resolution of uncertainty,
the negative reciprocal of probability.
Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathematical computing. Claude Elwood Shannon (1919-2001) was an American PostModernist mathematician and electrical engineer, known as the father of information theory.
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Newsreel:
A US bomber crashed in flames in California—
B-52, an Air Force crew, that killed all eight aboard.
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Job Openings in the US “States”, from Feb 2020 to Jan 2026
Source: US Chamber of Commerce, Bureau of Labor Statistics, Brad Lee Suciew
1. Idaho +20.5%
2. Mississippi +19.6%
3. Oklahoma +18.8%
4. Georgia +16.0%
5. Texas +14.2%
6. Ohio +9.9%
7. Missouri +9.7%
8. Minnesota +9.5%
9. Louisiana +4.4%
10. South Carolina +3.7%
41. Wisconsin -25.6%
42. New Hampshire -26.5%
43. California -27.0%
44. Oregon -28.4%
45. Hawaii -30.0%
46. Alaska -30.4%
47. New Mexico -35.3%
48. Vermont -35.3%
49. Washington -36.3%
50. Wyoming -38.9%
Brad Lee Suciew is a poet and proset of business. Here is one of his quotes: “How soon does time the tactless pirate rob each person of the things that he or she would like to do, and ones they love.”
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Cow Parsnip
by Dewie Arbuscle
As tall as is a man, cow parsnip rises in the air.
A herculean herb, its umbels spread out like a chair.
White flowers open to the passerby who pauses there.
Its stems are stout and succulent; but still one need beware;
for furocoumarins can cause a rash upon the skin.
Its leaves are large, divided into coarse-toothed lobes, and green.
The native North Americans made poultices from it;
and stripped young-stalks and leaf-stems that were savory and sweet.
A yellow dye made from its roots repels mosquitoes, flies,
and those who used its stems for straws, played flutes beneath blue skies.
Dewie Arbuscle is a poet of flora.
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