Long Chopstick Poems

A chopstick is just a utensil.
But a chopstick can
trigger that
uncontrollable laughter
and smiles at the dinner table.
When one snaps, we chuckle.
When someone can’t use them properly,
we giggle.
When someone eats with them,
we ridicule.

Chopsticks are an icon of...

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Blech - impossible mission to savor mug of ginger tea...

When the entire mug awash
with floating leavings
by golly by gosh,
sipping said herbal brew
analogous challenge
to eat spaghetti squash
with one chopstick.

Earlier yesterday February twenty fourth
two thousand twenty four
found...

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And I can just see him there by the wind chimes chiming their morning song smiling at us
outside along with the orange juice and apple, and apple butter set up beside the grits
and raisin toast...

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"It’s Raining, It’s Pouring"
It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man is snoring
He bumped his head
And went to bed
And didn’t get up till morning.

Shivers 'me Timbers
truth be told tune's like old
day had grew night he knew
possibles here...

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Because 
"I believe true 
humility is innocent, 
~~~~ and free; ~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
evolving through 
life continually 
aspiring before-
God-and-man to 
move in gratitude; 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
and being heavenly, 
and gracious, tenderly 
~~~~~~~ aware; ~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~ it is always surrendering ~~
~~~ itself to the opportunity ~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
remaining-unconditionally-
faithful-to-this principal; 
and overtly-willing-to 
abide in peace and 
unity with-the-
world-around-
it; thereby-
being...

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A Chinese lad was at table dawdling with his pork and rice.
This upset his mama-san who reprimanded him in a trice!
"Clean your plate!  Children in America are starving, son!"
And she continued to berate him...

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Far away from home, I found another home in Taiwan
Today all family members come together
Eat pomelo 
Make a pomelo hat to turn bad luck into good
The smell from the pomelo hat is very energizing
The day...

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A cry is the harvest of the body.
Blood and sweat is the lord of the 
body.
Breath is the earth of the body.
Flesh is the bread of the body.
Skin is a second hand blanket for the...

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The time has come to say
Goodbye to my friends
Cause can I see clearly now
I finally focus my lens

I see my ship sailing away
Never got a chance to get on board
And it’s carrying a cargo
Of an...

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Her chopsticks are at the ready.
Her hands are good and steady.
She likes to knit her noodles!
The task has just begun...

She starts off with a mango Welt
With pride, with zest, with tang.
It's a mesmerising watch
While the...

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Death bubbles by
in such a sorrowful state.

A snowflake melting
in the midst of life.

A rusty knife
the tip of which protrudes
to make a third nipple.

Creating nary a ripple
in the scheme of things.
Which brings us to an impasse.

Unobstructed,
Our...

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One is not a prime number
But a singularity that stands alone
One and itself in the vast sea of 
Numerical complexities
It stands alone, solemn
Edging close to the realm of nihility, of nothingness
Yet, all the same, an...

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It’s in the head
The voices no one heard
The screams and yelling of millions nerd
Dragging bodies soak in blood on the ground 
The disgust only my heart could feel in dread 

Illusionary images on wall like...

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