Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Pentimenti By Kay Ryan

It's not simply
that the top image
wears off or
goes translucent;
things underneath
come back up,
having enjoyed the
advantages of rest.
That's the hardest
part to bear, how
the decided-against
fattens one larger down,
free of the tests
applied to final choices.
In this morning,
for this painting,
for instance, see how
a third arm-
long ago repented
by the artist-
is revealed,
working a flap
into the surface
through which
who knows what
exiled cat or
extra child
might steal.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The Omen By Mammedaty, 1880-1932

Another season centers on this place,
Like memory the blood congeals in it;
And like memory, too, the sun recedes
Into the hazy, southern distance.
A vagrant heat hangs on the dark river,
and shadowns turn like smoke. An owl ascends
among the branches, clattering, remote
within its motion, intricate with age.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Young and Old By Charles Kingsley

when all the world is young, lad,
and all the trees are green,
and every goose a swan, lad,
and every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away,
Young blood must have its course, lad,
and every dog his day.
When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down;
Creep home, and take your place, there,
The spent and maimed among:
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Canto NoLLA by Anita Endrezze Probst

Black wolf, naked night-hunter,
You crouch in the corner and growl.
Your howling eclipses my pleas
and the sharp glasses rip open your mouth
with the quick surge of an eagle's anger.
You dark spirit, trying to hide the blood
and spill it on me in rage;
Baring your hard jaw and black hair,
while your crawl, trying to see the moon,
once you told me that
the moon was in my eyes.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Once Again By Liz Sohappy Bahe

Let go of the present and death,
Go to the place nearest the stars,
Gather twigs, logs;
Build a small fire;
A huge angry fire.
Gather nature's skin;
Wet it, stretch it,
Make a hard drum;
fill it with water
to muffle sound.
Gather dry leaves, herbs;
Feed the fire.
let the smoke rise
with the roundness of the sun.
Moist your lips, loosen your tongue,
Let the chant echo
from desert, valley, and peak
whereever home is
Remember the smoke,
the chants, the drums,
the stick grandfather held.
as he spoke in the dark
of his father's power.
Gather your memories
into a basket, into a pot;
into your cornhusk bag,
your grandfather sings for us
beyond the dry rustling cornstalks.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Flash Friday 55: December Words

Decent, technology, ember,
Gem, bee, October, November,
Home Depot, Best Buy, Becky,
Winter, Christmas, Holidays,
Bible, church, Sundays, Santa,
Gifts, Presents, Family, Love,
Virgin, New Year's Eve, Merry,
Christmas Trees, Ornaments, Greetings,
Cards, Fire Crackers, Changes,
Birthdays, Decorations, Chimney,
Reindeer, Sled, Snow, Red, Snowman,
Money, Cash, Skiing, Santa Fe, Shopping Mall
Checks, Phone Calls, emails...

Friday, October 26, 2012


which ship is faster?
Schooner or luxury yacht?
A mater of choice.
Xylophone in hand,
one two three, sound slides, in mind,
and in heart, cheerful.
A yan is a hole
that's an eye to see and know,
if it's made on doors.
Off line or online,
It's good to read, write, and share,
Creativity rocks.

I am grateful that Hyde Park poetry give me this award, thanks....

For Week 76, I nominate   Alissa Daimakepeace Schapiro...
Happy Monday!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

The Type of Cars We Drive, Automatic Gearbox or Mannual Gearbox!!!

When you learn how to drive,
you will encounter two types of engine operations,
one is manual gearbox or standard transmission,
which has 4 or 5 speed gears to choose from,
another type is automatic gearbox or automatic transmission,
which allows the driver to drive and adjust speed
automatically, it's a skill to learn
how to operate both types...
For first time drivers, the control
of the direction wheel is very crucial,
slow speed is very vital to save lives
and turn around critical situations at times,
Thus drive slowly and act with care,
Driving is a privilege,
Stop fully at stop sign,
Yield to pedestrians,
It's benign to have oneself pass the written exam
and the road test, enjoy the fun driving.
Mazda, Honda, Toyota, Ford, and Jeep are awesome!

Vinus, Jipetor, and Yue Ya forming a happy face in the sky

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Friday, October 12, 2012

Mo Yan, Paul Ryan, and Jo Biden, Winning and Losing Is Just A Game in Fame, No Shame, Just Swim On!

Jo Biden and Paul Ryan, vice president debate, Kentucky, October 11, 2012, 

Mo Yan, noble prize winner of 2012

 Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

October 11th, 2012,
Vice presidential debate,
From 8pm to 9:30pm, American central,
Centric College, Danville, Kentucky,
Paul Ryan and Jo Biden, both are intelligent
and important!
Ryan is new, firm, and quick,
Biden is experienced and loud,
Breath taking performance of the week,
both men are qualified, making all proud.
Noble prizes are given
to outstanding writers, scientists,
or artists...news fall like Heaven,
Only one winner,
The one who wins is lucky,
Happy to know Mo Yan win
Noble Prize in Literature of 2012,
(Nou' Bei 'Er 'Wen' Xue 'Jiang),
A farmer boy rises like a star,
Mo Yan in Chinese means
No Words can express it,
in short, Mo Yan is Wu Yan!
Just Kidding!
This is the humor from this past
Thursday! Piece of life,
Good Luck and Enjoy your fate!

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Monday, October 8, 2012

Never Fan The Fires of Hate

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)

If you fan the fires of hate,
They'll destroy with a deep burn,
turn the smoke off with wit,
and cover the ashes in an urn.
Isolate the coals from the state,
Involve consultation to rotten relations,
Words of sages can help with one's fate,
Distanced association steer the bus into benign direction. 

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Sunday, September 30, 2012

The He Who Speaks of Rivers By Langston Huges [1902 - 1967]

Judy Underwood, chasing Rainbow, Google.com

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world
and older than the flow of human
blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young,
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep,
I looked upon the Nice and raised the pyramids above it,
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to
New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy turn all golden in the sunset.
I've know rivers,
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep
like the rivers.