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Cambodia Delicacy

In Cambodia some diners eat a delicacy that does not entice me.
What could that be? Yes, I have to tell you, for why keep it to myself?
Here, sweetie, try some fried tarantula; do you want two or three?
Um…no thanks, please put it back, way up high on the top shelf.

Cambodia

Cambodia
where they blame
everyone else

Peace

Now, let assume that the sacred human body is the world 
    and here is Nigeria, this is America, what is Cameroon?, 
 where is Cambodia?, how is China?, who are you?, 
    what is South Africa?, hi Niger?, and may be a universe
  of whichever tis or twas or glee?. 
 You see quo era demonstratum, 
   you see more than globalization and brotherhood, 
  you see more, more, more fresh behold and behold 
   and behold?
  or how dear whoever just may strike this sort of love 
   even it were yesternight or yesterday.

Silent Scenes

The calm, composed Coconut Beach of Cambodia
Or the Galápagos Islands of sublime sereneness
Boats of quietude sail through the seas of Utopia.
Stream, brook, sunrise, sunset—nature's flowery floridness

The breathing of butterflies and the blooming of blossoms
Confessions of Cherubic Caves and Covenants of Clouds
Desert islands and deserted monumental chasms
Fancies of farms, fields, forests, fishes, flocking feathered fowls

Monasteries and museums in meditation moods
Readings of reeds, restings of reptiles, river reflections
Slow snake-skates, snowfalls, stargazing space-spa solitudes
Turtles and tortoises, all underwater attractions.

Sacrosanct silent scenes share stories splendid and sublime.
Like millions of melodies, within soul cells they always chime.

Angkor Wat

Angkor Wat
infamous temple complex in Cambodia
largest religious structure known on earth
spreads two hundred and forty-eight square miles
there are seventy-two temples inside this complex

This Hindu temple was dedicated to their god Vishu
designed to represent Mt Meru, home of the devas in mythology
King Jayavarman VII changed the temple to Buddism
after Vishu had failed him

Some believe Angkor Wat was constructed in one night
by our divine architect

Calendar Haiku

Twelve Months Calendar

January 

January Dawning
Polar vortex abounding 
Winter continues 

February

February ends
With war breaking out 
Invasion of Ukraine  
 
March

March madness continues
The war intensifies
COVID fears fading 

April

April fears intensify
The taxman cometh for us 
Deadly Yellow Dust 

May

May ends with her birthday
Preparing to travel again
Ready to see the world 

June

Time to go back home
See my homeland again
Berkeley beckoning me 

July

This year I want to go
To Boston and check it out
Just because I have not been there

August

Hope to spend August
In Oregon and Northern California
Before the fire season burns it up 

September

September memories
40 years ago I met her
When she walked out of my dreams

October 

Always feel a bit pensive
During my birthday month
Want to spend it in Paris

November 

November wants to return
To Korea for a while
Avoiding the  US. election madness

December 

Hope to spend the year-end
In Thailand, Vietnam
Cambodia, Laos for the winter

War and Children

…Cambodia, Rwanda, Syria…
Wars never cease 
on the earth. Peace is pulverized. 

Each battle drags children into a
vortex of anguish 
in the front line or at home. They 

lose their butterflies among bombs 
and bullets. 
Pure rapture curls like mango peel 

in tension. Tender lives tarnish.
Lullabies are 
lost in the death rattle. Scattered 

young blood stains history. The 
voice from beneath 
the headstone is not an auditory 

hallucination, but a doleful echo 
from a little soul.
The orphans get food in the refugee 

camp, but where will they seek their 
lost mom and dad? 
Childhood charms are mutilated. 

They’re prisoners of trauma. A 
platoon of terror marches 
through their mental corridors.

First published in "The Humans in the Wild" anthology by Swallow Publishing, US.

Fried Tarantula Please

I will have fried tarantula if you please.
Extra flour and lots of seasoned grease.
You don’t have any?
That’s okay, Minnie.
Cambodia has dishes like these.

Viral Contagion

the chambers of Auschwitz are never far away

ashes do not disperse genocide that easily

cracked skulls in Rwanda don’t break away

from bone master’s lost conscience

agent orange is not yet whiter than white

Saigon holds more memories than a musical

killing fields in Cambodia famine in the Yemen

should speak a clear message to what true hardship is


all I have to do is wear a mask and wait for an injection

though there is no vaccination yet for stupidity

in the face of what is a minor incursion of freedom

compared to slaughter and crusades for a false crown

Currencies

Currencies


temples grace the cambodian sky
residents on a street talk to their gods
rice sold in the marketplace
a road along a single river

residents on a street talk to their gods
conversations streaming the air
a road along a single river
currents of lives ever-flow

conversations streaming the air
histories to always bear
currents of lives ever-flow
coins passed hand-to-hand

histories to always bear
stories of an ancient land
coins passed hand-to-hand
temples grace the cambodian  sky



The city- Battenberg, Cambodia

Little Miss Muffet

When Little Miss Muffet 
first visited buffets,
she’d choose simple entrees,
cottage cheese

Until one day in line
a grand gourmand spied her.
He advised some cider
and egg foo young.

Now I'm the frightened one;
ev'ry night of the week
new gourmet food they seek.
They're off the grid. 

Heard they ran away to 
far-off Cambodia
where fried tarantula
are tasty treats.

Viet Nam Soldiers Last Gift To Parents

monkey
playful friend
from Viet Nam
sent by loving soldier
60's

Christmas In the Plain of Reeds

CHRISTMAS IN THE PLAIN OF REEDS

Three on isolated holiday;
Cambodia on the horizon.
The reeds sway in the wind,
rippling like drifting snow,
their touch a ringing bell.
So close to the Border,
so far from Christmas,
so far from home.

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Repetition of Moves

Genocide
Happens more often than 
we would like to think 
The Holocaust, Rwanda, Cambodia
and the Armenian holocaust 
to mention a few
Why can't we get along?  
I realize that even as I write 
these words 
bombs are falling on civilians
and children
"When will they ever learn"

Khmer Rouge

Cambodia
Prison camp S-21
Angkar kills but does not explain

your blood bleeds into my veins
so I can feel your pains
whatever god you pray to
beg for deliverance.
in the good old USA we are
unaware of unseen suffering.
Usually but not always.
we met at a wedding and
you shared your story
in broken English until
I understood that you
had been in the killing fields.

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