LIFE IN ACORNISTAN
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There once was a brown-haired squirrel named Stan,
the charismatic, electrifying mayor of Acornistan.
His fur held a most strange zap
“We’ve got to do something ASAP!”
His advisor suggested, “Call in the g-man.”
They summoned a blind man from Bhutan
‘You’re fur’s gotta go,’ he said, his face deadpan.
‘But like Samson, I’ll lose my power
To this static I shall never cower!
You’ve got to have another gameplan.”
‘Maybe some crème rinse or a bit of Dippity-Do*
will eliminate the static from your furry ‘do.’
‘Dippity Do,’ Stan exclaimed. “Just who are you?
Go back to Bhutan, you silly man. Shoo! Shoo!’
‘Stan decreed. ‘No static in Acornistan. Static adieu, adieu!’
Sweet Peach Wine
In the valleys where prayer flags dance,
And clouds kiss Himalayan glance,
I found a bottle, soft and fine,
Of Bhutan’s sweet peach-scented wine.
It tasted like a lover’s sigh,
A summer dusk, a blushing sky,
With every sip, your name would bloom,
A floral echo through the room.
The amber liquid, slow and deep,
Unveils the dreams we dare to keep.
Like whispers in a sacred shrine,
You lingered in that peachy wine.
We drank beneath the twilight's flame,
Two hearts, one breath, no need for name.
Your laughter swirled in mountain air,
A silent vow, a fragrant prayer.
Oh, if I could, I’d bottle time—
The warmth, your kiss, that sweet divine.
But all I have, and all that's true,
Is this peach wine, and love for you.
I will move mountains for you, oft said
with little brain and surplus testosterone.
But why the plurality?
Surely, a single mountain moved
is Herculean enough to satisfy
the desires of the most covetous princess.
Then, what is a mountain?
I’m sure a mound or hill won’t do.
Also, move; would an inch to the left or right
gratify? I think not, dear sir.
So, where to find this mountain?
Bhutan seems a reasonable choice
they have so many, moving one
would likely not be missed.
Where too? The Midwest
could do with a mountain or two
attract more tourists, that sort of thing.
Then the naming:
something American,
that reflects the Native lands,
is gender neutral?
Then, would you and your girlfriend
climb to the top of Mount Sis Hank Running Bear
and both look out over the beautiful land?
No, she will be at home waiting for another man;
the man who said he would make the Earth move for her!
Most of us should know that the fourth Thursday,
is called a Thanksgiving Day celebration.
The first Tuesday after the first Monday,
we elect the leaders of our nation.
Maybe you even know the first Sunday,
is when Daylight Savings comes to an end.
But did you know on November the first,
National Pomegranate Month begins.
Also, Native Heritage and Military Family Month,
Epilepsy, Alzheimer’s, and COPD awareness.
How about NAN-O-WRI-MO or Pancreatic Cancer too,
we’ll throw in No Shave November just for fairness.
The first Wednesday is Eating Healthy Day,
the first Thursday is Man Makes Dinner.
The first Friday is Samoan Arbor Day,
and of course, Black Friday is always a winner.
Who can forget World Vegan Day,
or Coronation Day of the fifth Druk in Bhutan.
It’s Liberty Day in the Virgin Islands,
Self-Defense Forces Commemoration in Japan.
It is Veterans Day on the eleventh,
Pneumonia Day on the twelve.
Parfait day on the twenty-fifth,
if you don’t care about your health.
I could just go on and on listing them,
but just between me and you.
We’d still be here reading next November,
and we probably still would not be through.
A full moon
never amazes me
ever like before
Whenever I see it
thoughts of my dad
occupies my mind
And I couldn't embrace
cold rays
Instead heat waves
hit my face
A full moon
won't help me pen
verses like before
Cos, It was
On a guru poornima day
On a full moon night
2 years ago
My dad's soul merged with god
It was on July 5 2020 ( A full moon day and also guru poornima) and today is the full moon day of this month and also guru poornima)
Wikipedia:
Guru Purnima (Poornima) is a tradition dedicated to all the spiritual and academic Gurus, who are evolved or enlightened humans, ready to share their wisdom, based on Karma Yoga.[6] It is celebrated as a festival in India, Nepal and Bhutan by Hindus, Jains and Buddhists. This festival is traditionally observed to honour one's chosen spiritual teachers or leaders. It is observed on the Full Moon day (Purnima) in the Hindu month of Ashadha (June–July)
YOUTHS AND DRUGS
Youths are the nation's pride
They're the precious treasure
Spread all over far and wide
Their values beyond measure
Their minds're fragile as bubble
Characters akin to a wet cement
Easily they jump into trouble
Must act fast, later no lament
Innocence rules them by birth
Environment puzzles the minds
They want happiness and mirth
But some souls simply blinds
Unaware of the consequences
Gets hooked up by addiction
Slowly they lose their defences
Well-wishers turn to benediction
Substances hyptonise his brain
Controlled by them, he's a robot
Helplessness is a dreaded pain
Addiction he has already bought
Late, it isn't to get resurrected
From the abyss of drug's hell
Let your life be fully corrected
And be back to the world, well
© Tshering Wangchuk
Bhutan ????
The mist makes you see far.
Driving home, it was late after a clinic visit
the mist hung heavy over the valley that looked like a different landscape.
I might as well drive in Bhutan, a place where mad royals live.
At the dinner table, the prince excused himself, returned with a machine gun
and shot them all, a truly Shakespearian moment.
The prince was declared mentally unfit sent to a secure place
but since he was now a king, he can walk around and be free of relatives, sits in the throne-room
wears a crown and nothing can be done about it.
The French got rid of their royals but not totally some of them still walk around calling themselves
duke or baron, but politicians occupy their splendid castles.
I saw them, the royals of yore moving about in the mist, reminded me
of the ghosts on the island of Saragossa where blind old tars are forever trying to escape back to
the sea where they once were the princelings of the oceans.
The Rusticity
Greeted by a cool morning breeze,
I'm unfolded to a place so serene
With a scented fragrance around, and
The vastness of blue canopy so exalting
Pleasing chirping and twittering
Replace the maddening modern melody
Patterned dew peeks at me with smile
Emanating fragrant air, just right.
The glorified sun creeps in majestically
Summoning me in whisper, to my daily toils
My spontaneous whistling attunes the oxen
Pulling the plough to furrow, energetically.
As the sun farewells through mountains yonder,
The birds nestle home gaily, tweeting
With the evening breeze sweeping my brow,
I gladly retreat to my straw hut, satisfied.
The night crawls in with its greatest gift
Brilliance, the stars canopy my world
As I lay on the porch, I mumble gratification
To my king and country - Bhutan for this peace.
As the dusk takes leave of the weary day,
A new dawn of hope and dreams make its way.
Yesterday's a closed chapter of our life,
Do not rewind your thoughts, it will bring strife.
Reminiscing on past failures bring pain,
Letting your future plans go all in vain.
Why let failure interfere with success,
Move on with perseverance to progress.
A new dawn comes with new hopes and chances,
To let you sail on the sea of success.
Never misjudge your power, let it shine,
Do your best and it shall be fit and fine.
Hark! A dark dusk always bring a bright dawn,
That energises you and gives you brawn.
Do not let failures pose a threat to you,
Failures are disguised chances, note the clue.
@Tshering Wangchuk
Bhutan
You are like a butterfly,
Soaring high into the sky.
You also flutter nearby,
Delicate, beautiful and shy.
My love for you won't die,
But you left me, no goodbye.
Heart broken, but I still try,
Not to be sad and not to cry.
Your absence makes me dry,
Sadness rises, emotions high.
All your promises, now I deny,
Filled with lies, no trust there by.
@Tshering Wangchuk
Bhutan
Bengal Tigers are listed as, endangered
and are found in India, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan and Myanmar
Their habitat is, tropical and dry forests, mangroves and grasslands
but this wildcat has historical assists, of their ancestral homelands
Bengal Tigers are the National Animal of India, a cultural symbol
but the hunting of them for trophies, and to use in Chinese medicine
and unethical habitat destruction, is an act, of a detrimental criminal
as we are becoming a species, that doesn’t have, humane discipline
1. We, humans, belong to Earth, rather than earth belongs to us.
2. One handicap we have is our biggest organ (NOT THAT!) but our SKIN:
The skin gives us a false sense that we are separated from the environment and other life.
3. A bird in the air, a fish or whale in the ocean, do not have this ALIENATION from the environment on which they depend. Humans make this odd dichotomy between the internal and external.
4. With life forms, there is only "inside-outside" for Science, or boxing and dissecting, to "get knowledge" (as opposed to wisdom). Death is a great leveler, as the Poet wrote. Death makes us one with the environment, the elements, even if we disagree with Genesis that God made ADAM (meaning "man") from "dust." Wisdom is evident in Bhutan, which includes for Global economics, GDP and GROSS HUMAN HAPPINESS. Hence their KING helped a sick US tourist - without a spleen - overcome Corona virus, though he is in his 70s, a miracle we shall hear more about for how some "dead" people are really more alive now.
Everything is 'normal' - the balance has shifted,
even lady footballers have suddenly become gifted,
electric cars and now public trips to the stars,
it's said that certain sexual people may be banned from bars.
I'm not smoking in Bhutan but vaping in Uzbekistan,
the scent of grass is on the US plains, that's hash not ground,
I'm not sure if you're Miss or Mister, must be sinister,
you don't like me cos I'm brown, you'll never have my tan mate.
Everyone's protesting, I'm going to glue myself to someone's ****,
I'll only agree to something, my wishes - if it fits,
I don't like this, I don't like that, cats eyes inventor,
if he'd seen the cat the other way round, he'd have invented the pencil sharpener.
Seriously tho,' we must take action - we will all be gone,
destroyed, God's beautiful plan - until the next one comes along.
Thou,be my inspiration, motivation and aspiration,
Thou,be my guidance like father,brother and mother;
Thou, be my close friend, lover and all my admiration;
Thou, mine hope,prospect and ideal advisor;
In harsh and easy,thou walks the thoroughfare majestically,
Raising high head glowing light when in low,
Thou,my Lord Poet, uplifting the juvenile youths intrigue,
Is thine purpose, carrying the spirit of never say never;
Some dispraise and spit,yet,thine heart of gold is not fatigue,
World doth read thee,thine fame soars over world and ether ever,
Known to universe, a wonder Poet from Bhutan,
Whose heart is visionary,guileless, immortal and moral to whole,
Working with devout fealty as in toiling tan,
To serve TSA-Wa-Sum from all his soul;
Yeah,methink,how bless'd was I then
To have met my true encouragement
Let me pen some gratitude from unfain heart ;
Shall thou be all our hearts of compassion and happiness;
There be charm in flow of thine songs and poetry;
Let none come shatter the way towards destination,
Let your poetic soul live everyday
I call my friends and Gods to praise thee,
To form the world of enchanting music evermore.
The People's King
Sonnet 1.
Drukyul,the Land of Thunder Dragon,
The domain of existent Eden,
Divine constitution with aligned canon,
Ornated Drukpa with complete freedom
Ere thy magnanimous magnanimity I stoop,
For thou art the salt of democratic soil;
Thy magniloquent discourses flutter whole and swoop,
For the nation and people I shalt toil,
To the helm of the nation,I pay my homage,
Let Bhutan sheen nether thy empyreal reign,
Thy art of epitome of kindness,a great heritage,
A doctor of divinity,bequeathing quietude in ceaseless chains.
People's Monarch,May you live in every living heart,
Shine thy Wangchuck glory in evey part.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo |
Note: I dedicate this sonnet to the King of Bhutan,HM Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck to rule his Country under glorious reign. May peace and happiness propagate to whole universe.
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