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(alternately titled: impossible mission goes awry
probably mortal enemy cast spell binding jinx)
Both mental versus
physical tasks necessitate
laser sharp attentiveness
triggered within blinks
similarly on par when people toast
momentary instance utter silence
before more'n one
wine glass simultaneously clinks
cheering hurray, especially
if delicate circumstance
incorporates telecommunications downlinks
critical vital communique transmitted courtesy
think outlier (christened
Saint Matthew Scott Harris)
with acute instincts
held hostage between warp,
and woof fifth of dimension
far away beyond where
outer limits exhibits kinks
nsync with twilight zone
dwell alienated ratfinks
resembling authentic animated
Doctor Seuss characters
where one after another
third eye blind winks.
Lame excuse told cosmic speck (me)
sending yours truly on wild goose chase
an underhanded way to rub
inept feeble poetaster punster
out webbed wide world existence
purportedly great eats boasted
deep inside black hole sun pub
must make posthaste
to nearest galactic grubhub
mission control haint made no flub
boot deliberately thought
ineffectual doling out futile drub
cuz mister flibbertigibbet (me)
ostracized from highly selective club.
The aforementioned synopsis and
ultimate banishment cheered with big bang
decreed courtesy kangaroo court
constituting beastie boy gang
think star wars movie,
where farcical charges trumped
offering accused two choices,
either to hang
suspended (think piñata) and beat
to (fictional) pulp
torturers obviously ignoring pang
of utter emasculation, but rather sang
a song of sixpence*
while downing flasks of vintage tang
crafty entrepreneur William A. Mitchell in 1957
phallic drinking vessels
resembling Chewbacca's oversize wang.
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*Lyrics
Sing a Song of Sixpence
BY MOTHER GOOSE
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing—
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
The king was in the counting-house
Counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey,
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes.
Along came a blackbird
And snipped off her nose.
In the beginning it was just a smell
a smell i could not quite make sense of
a smell that the city was, a smell that the people in it were
in the beginning it was just a smell
a smell that dragged swarms of people of their homes
onto the streets, into the trains, into the strangers’ eyes and their uncharted territories
slowly i realised
all cities are, first, smells to the outsiders
and Tainan was smell sound taste touch to me
there were moments when i felt
this city is just people, so many of them; how beautiful
that i do not know any of them, yet i know them all
sometimes i would think if i emptied the city of all these countless faces
and bodies jostling with each other, what would remain of the city? would it still beat if i put my ears into the hearts of the depeopled Shennong Street
at the dead of night?
i came to Taiwan for the same reason
that a Vietnamese, an Indonesian, or an American comes for,
to chase my dreams, to become more of me,
instead I became it
it wasn’t as easy and quick as they make it out to be;
it took time, for love has its own mysterious ways
i started to embrace Taiwan and its culture
huge numbers of scooters and cars
Everyone follows the traffic rules
wait patiently for the green signals
one in Tainan city never feels pity
city buses and t-bikes are the best friends of a wanderer in the city
people are always helpful,
they adore you as they adore ‘hello kitty’;
small parks almost at every half a kilometer
elderly people like Mr. and Mrs. Wang use them for exercise
sometimes the parks provide sweet beds to the homeless;
i often use the underground passage of the Tainan train station
i look at the people sleeping there
they have made their small worlds in the underpass
they eat, they sleep, they chat with their neighbours
people look quite strange and funny without boundaries around them
their small worlds haven’t yet known the ways of the boundaries, the frontiers; these people are happy in heavy rains and in extreme cold, are they happy?
Tainan has a home for everyone, i guess
when I feel bored, i go to the sea
and bathe in the sounds of its waves lapping against the shores
sunset-platform lets you enjoy the majestic sunset and calming breeze born of the boundless deep
_____to be continue in part-II
Our family got the news today
Our bubba's gettin' hitched
Young Daisy Mae, she's near fourteen
Got our boy bewitched
He's sayin' that he loves her
He's making her his bride
She's the first to get him this close
Though not too many tried
We've got to get things ready
Send invitations and make candles
We've got to get the good jars out
The one's that still have handles
The minister is on alert
We've got to make some shine
Grandpa says he'll make some up
But, it will not all be mine
Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
This time there'll be no shotgun
Like the last time for old Ben
This time the guns are empty
Not the way they were back then
The banjos will be tuned up
There'll be music in the air
The cops won't try to stop it
I think most will all be there
The ladies will be planning
Just how to serve up all the grub
While Bubba has to find a suit
And therein lies the rub
He's never worn a suit at all
Not even for a day
He's only dressed in coveralls
And that's how he's gonna stay
Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
It'll be a wang dang doodle
A hell of a good time
It'll only be completed
When they run out of the shine
there'll be singing and some dancing
Underneath the harvest moon
We can't wait for it to happen
It cannot come too soon
There'll be readings from the bible
Which the minister will read
And as good holy Christians
Everyone will heed
There's sure to be some fighting
Before the couple say "I do"
I mean, they are both cousins
I'm gonna go...aren't you?
Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
Epigrams V
Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars
applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry?
—Michael R. Burch
Teach me to love:
to fly beyond sterile Mars
to percolating Venus.
—Michael R. Burch
Byron
was not a shy one,
as peacocks run.
—Michael R. Burch
When I visited Lord Byron's residence at Newstead Abbey, there were peacocks running around the grounds, which I thought appropriate.
Less Heroic Couplets: Unsmiley Simile, or, Down Time
by Michael R. Burch
Quora is down!
I frown:
how long can the universe suffice
without its ad-vice?
"Lu Zhai" ("Deer Park")
by Wang Wei (699-759)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Uninhabited hills ...
except that now and again the silence is broken
by something like the sound of distant voices
as the sun's sinking rays illuminate lichens ...
Swiftly the years mount
by T'ao Ch'ien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Swiftly the years mount, exceeding remembrance.
Solemn the stillness of this spring morning.
I will clothe myself in my spring attire
then revisit the slopes of the Eastern Hill
where over a mountain stream a mist hovers,
hovers an instant, then scatters.
Scatters with a wind blowing in from the South
as it nuzzles the fields of new corn.
War, the God
by Michael R. Burch
War lifts His massive head and turns...
The world upon its axis spins.
... His head held low from weight of horns,
His hackles high. The sun He scorns
and seeks the rose not, but its thorns.
The sun must set, as night begins,
while, unrepentant of our sins,
we play His game, until He wins.
For War, our God, our bellicose Mars,
still rules our heavens, dominates our stars.
Shotgun Bedding
by Michael R. Burch
A pedestrian pediatrician
set out on a dangerous mission;
though his child bride, Lolita,
was a sweet senorita,
her pa’s shotgun cut off his emissions!
Keywords/Tags: epigram, epigrams, mayfly, mayflies, mountain, mountains, star, stars, stellar, glowworm, firefly, mimic, mimicry, irony, jealousy, judgement, life, mortality, loss, nature, transience, Quora
Not On The Menu
Sister girl don’t judge the brothers at
The zip mart with oily stained jeans
And dirty fingernails, judging him not clean
Turning your head,
Sighing with dread
Thinking he got a nerve to look your way.
It doesn’t look like he has a good pay.
You stick up your nose
Shifting your hips to that not for me pose.
To get outside and pass his ride
And it’s a Jag, a Benz, or a Dooley truck
Or a rusty pickup
Pulling a sponsored racecar in stride.
Rolling your beautiful brown eyes
at the man wiping sweat from his brow.
Your mind start counting and you go wow!
The fella with paint spots pass by you in a van.
With another right behind it
Both with the name Painter Dan.
Sister girl standing there with Apple bottoms,
Oscars, Liz, and Jimmie Chu, Vera Wang
Hung on your shoulder with your BS and BA
You’re beautiful and fly and you are definitely a Miss Thang
passing up the brother in the Honda and Toyota
Who’s going to night school to get his MBA.
Sister girl, sister girl, don’t judge a book by it’s cover
I’m a straight up hard worker, a good man, a good lover
Sister girl, sister girl look around.
You are over looking the plumber, small businessman,
and technicians…We want to lift you up not bring you down
You are passing over good men because we
are not on your menu.
Don’t meet your specifications
No where near meet your expectations.
Suave sister girl who go down your list
gotta have that, gotta have this
Drive a Lex, a Benz, make over 100 grand
who finally gets what she wants
Her suit and tie man
Who doesn’t show an ounce of love
Compassion or kindness,
And doesn’t have a plan.
He has a gold Rolex with a dollar in the bank
Sister girl, sister girl, how does he rank?
Don’t judge me by every other.
I’m a straight up good man and will never be undercover.
I’ll have your back in good times and bad.
Oh, and by the way I will be a great dad.
Sister girl, sister girl so what are you going to do?
Hmmm and hah about me until you turn blue.
Listen up sister girl. I may not choose you.
Here is the love story of Zhi Nu and Niu Lang
A romantic ancient Chinese tale of very long
Zhi was a nymph and Niu Lang was a cowherd
Cowherd-nymph love forbidden,secretly wedded.
Had two children, but their happy life ended.
As by the goddess Wang they were detected.
The goddess took Zhi Nu back to the heaven
Niu Lang chased them with his two children.
They were blocked by the milky way- sky river
And the children kept crying for their mother,
Shouting her name, Niu and children wandered
By their pain and grief, the goddess was moved.
She allowed them to meet one day in a year
Could be seen in the sky as Altair and Vega star
They meet and live happily ever after for a day.
Day celebrated as Qixi- Chinese valentine day.
Wish I had a beloved like the nymph Zhi Nu fair
So that I can live in the sky with immortal affair.
Like William Blake would say "Death be not proud"
I would have said unlike Blake "Life be proud".
II
Yet another story of Yeh-Shen, the orphan girl
A Chinese Cinderella living with stepmother cruel
She had a friend, a fish living in a nearby river
Once the fish was killed by her cruel stepmother.
Yeh-Shen was very unhappy for of her friend dead.
An old man told her that bones of fish were powered
One day she talked to the bones of her fish friend
Then eventually Yeh-Shen in a beauty transformed.
Once she visited the king’s palace, the king saw her
They were married soon, lived happily ever after.
Wish I was tiger as friend with cruel stepmother
So I could enjoy good things at this age forever.
Wish I was a sculptor like Pygmalion, not a poet
Make alive ivory Galatea by grace of Aphrodite
Married her blessed with the happiness and love
And to have enjoyed long and blissful life to live
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*Based on Greek and Chinese fairy tales of Pygmalion-Galatea, Zhi Nu and Niu Lang
and Yeh-Shen
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Dan was such an ardent fan of schwab and scoros
With such evil plans, he toadied up this man from
Wang' As we call Wangeratta.) for he didn't give a damn' his pebble specs were
Focused on, the denigration of Victorians.' In his own real dirty
Plans, almost two years he weilded terror, all trust he would
Destroy, i would cringe were I related.' What thoughts would have
The mother? I really wonder? Of her boy.? He resigned his
Seat, quite dirty now; another takes it on' maybe just as
Evil' A w e f moron? After said retirement he thought to take
Up golf.? But they rejcted him at Mornington, said he's really as bad
As rolf
Not a man..' In the way of honourable' i suppose is what is meant
All of his attributes?? Are what others might call bent?
Portslade club, you've done us proud may Australians all stand
Straight! And applaud you loud and strong, granted grace i hope
To come, and wish all well in verse and song.' You truly are my mates'
Now Dan the dil.? I rate him low, Pentridge being' too good for him to go
A hole in one, one mile below and i'll dig that. And by hand I trow' Its the
Place where he should go, you dirty crook minded ham, no act no
Words, will ever take away, the shame, you ladled on..The ones that
Gave you chance, to show your attributes?? And was that wrong??
Its good your gone, you brought me tears I felt much shame I hate
The whisper of your name, Koby Dimond is light years ahead, you evil Scum; to me you're dead.' For all The hurts you heaped on others,
May you rot away ( you wrongo ) lover! forever; with all the other sick
Misinfo Shovers.!
Dim Sum Dong sat at the WEF subversion of free Countries event at Davos, Switzerland and daydreamed about prostitutes home in China and the
organ harvesting and concentration -re-education
camps and thought, these things like re-education
do take concentration,
"the more you know...star/rainbow".
Speaking of idiots,
he began to think about his Godchild,
Guiseppe John Wang Chung, or
"Gus Ferenski" for short.
A mixture of his father's names,
a 49 year old Thai Ladyboy named Jack Thomas
and Chuck Shroomer. It was Dim Sum Dongs responsibility to see that the beast, I mean Gus,
was raised in the traditions of-
Country betray-ment and all of the juices and trappings, heretoforthenafterenceforth.
He snapped out of his daydream screaming,
"I ain't no punk abeatch !",
only to find the traffickers at Davos
all staring at him, embarrassing snafu
or was it called ragu?
He forgot for a second while wondering
about the answer,
that everybody had their arms folded,
some with hands on their hips with one leg farther extended
out further out extended further than the
other leg wanting an explanation for his outburst, like you would find in a "Hamburger Helper" commercial,
But no one was saying "oh Mom", here.
He needed a distraction, fast! The only thing he could
think of was pointing to
a random victim bastard and yelling, "anti vaxxer!"
The crowd at Davos
bludgeoned the woman to death and everything
was as it ought to be, again,
taking their seats to listen to the next fellow traitor.
John Kerry...
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXVII
IF you pull a long repentant face
It avails you to pull it where no one sees you pray
For forgiveness though not after being caught outright losing face
A stricken conscience e'en coached by counsel may not pardon parley
If you pull a fresh Wu Wang face
Better pawn it to those who would the right price pay
Such as a plea-bargain reduction in sentence
Which could pave the way to a bestseller screen play
But if you pull a long mea culpa earnest face
Just when the Eldest Son Zhen spring awakens the Lunar Year
The noble Fa-Ling lined Ganesha " A Daniel come to Judgment " may take offence
And thunder quake : " I'll nail you to the Cross " if you lie this cleansing day
If you yet could pull a long masked vengeful face
For slights or stings being overlooked by the Master riding high in clover
Then all exceptions undeleted none may plan to profit from this case
Might not things right themselves before the year runs out and make villains pay
If you must then pull a long Sacrificial Lamb face
Note how even the Mid-East Patriarch's foundations tremble on the very same day
No Saviour may lead his flock thrice out of the Walled Wilderness e'en into Outer Space
For he " who comes to Equity must come with clean hands " or else the ultimate price pay
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 28, 2019
Although Tai-Gueng-Uang’s* wife
did not abandon her husband but wanted
to avoid poverty, she, now, is so sad and agonizing
because no water poured to the ground can be recovered.
Although the people say that Tai-Gueng-Uang angled
the sun, moon, stars and clouds and winds with straight hook
dropped in water,
why, not speak of the time,
this incompetent old fool, a man incapable of catching even,
with a hook and delicious bits, a smallest fish in the pond,
scraping the ground with a broken dipper for spilled water?
The fool though knew that the opportunity is not given
to everyone who wants but is for the chosen ones,
yet walked up and down restlessly on the stage
it was never allowed for him to step on;
now he sits on the stage where the many big and little stars
stepped on and performed their best in the applause with hand clapping,
dropping a line faced to the empty seats in the dark and dismal theatre.
Why the only yell of sarcasm echoes
in the empty space however? Why not the laughter
but the melancholic tune rings from the orchestra pit nevertheless?
For whom the requiem rises to a chorus from backstage nonetheless?
*Chou Royal House political and military strategist and Wen Wang’s teacher. Later invested as a feudal lord of Tzi by Un Wang the son of Wen Wang.