A Thought of Today: God does not do everything for you but gives you strength when you are weak. Byung A.
Thought of Today
Author: Byungafallgren
Hive
Hive It drums in my ear when try to sleep in the wee hours; failed dream. It crawls across the back of the neck, intense itch at night, test the will power not to scratch. succumb, scratch, savor the brief freedom. would be nice if the world pain can be relieved by the quick stroke. The PA prescribed a tube of skin cream: steroid and other ingridients, used for cancer! it didn't work, of course, for it is a devil. It cackles, spreading: red, itch pain. what made it wants to bother me so; what I did wrong? PA, even the doc couldn't figure out. blame the hair shampoo; allergic to it. exile Ms. shampoo; wouldn't do any good. The hair dryer! Vidal Sassoon says, Keep the drier six-inch away from the noggin. Dump the villain and wait, see the devil vanish. Have you ever had hive from using the hair dryer? I have. Hive is a skin rash that itch and lasts long. its cause is often difficult to tell. allergic reaction from food, exhaustion, and others are common. Once I had hive, not knowing its cause, Then I discovered that the hair dryer could cause hive, if ignored the instruction on using the product: "When use, keep the dryer six-inch away." If the manufacturer mentioned as to "Why" I would have followed the instruction! Byung A.
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Coyote Sees Himself in Water
Coyote Sees Himself in Water Tracy M, Atsitty Averts his gaze: nare & lore, a body; of water braded into itself: bone of herring, its blackness among the bone white rush plunge against his bare body, wind up (upstroke) cascades a woman's body. coyote grows tethers over keel bone, thrusting, as if to buoy gently--blown over himself, prone to leave the body he embraced. No, there is no beauty here! Estuary of thick mutter and honk, up close: water, herring, & wind blow bare, gnat embedded in matted feathers. Here-- Tracy M. Atsitty is the author of Rain Scald (University of New Mexico Press, 2018). She is a PhD student in the creative writing program at Florida State University in Tallahassee, where she lives.
Even the Leaves
Even the leaves While most of them ramble round the yard or blown away like aimless souls, some settle in the window well; visit the salamander and toad hidden in their holes wide open; the leaves hide the doors under their wings; the finders of weak and helpless. they welcome snow, meditate beneath it, all winter long, slowly fade till next spring. ©Byung A. Fallgren
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Senryu (on health)
Senryu (on health) some hereditary disease or condition as obesity can be controlled evasive will-power after a long thought ordered a bottle of weight-loss worthless to the food-lover TB positive doesn't mean sick-guaranteed only one-in-ten fall *Person with TB positive (tuberculosis) doesn't infect others, unless she or he is sick. Not everyone with TB positive ends up getting sick, a doctor says. Only one-in-ten does. Health professionals say when a person with TB positive's immune is low he or she can fall sick with TB. In my observation, low immune system doesn't always trigger the disease. Some people with TB positive never get sick, even when their immune system is low. They don't know exactly why. So, I believe only one-in-ten people with TB positive get sick. Again, no one knows the reason. They only guess some people's lung's wall is so strong that the bacteria cannot penetrate it. --Byung A.
January, Mother’s temper
January, Mother's temper Twenty-five below zero has brought six-inch snow; was only days ago, days later, it rains; thirty-seven degrees, warm breath of impatient spring. Who says only human can display uneven temper; Mother startles us with hers. We only pray she plays benign. Or should we say we check on our habit provoking her; we've done enough. Listen to the cracking, artic ice in the January rain; sea of the jagged pieces ice; bleeding polar bear. The red setting sun shudders; echoes in our heart. We whisper to the sun: we try hard. January rain sobs, silent cry; we listen, listen more. Mother begs: dig out the muscle in the cove of your heart. ©Byung A. Fallgren
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Four Haiku
Four Haiku in the mirror I see an old monkey time is wicked daydream all day writing in the evening tonight, lost sleep feeling guilt writhing on the couch all day old habit no more clouds talk to each other see the snow down there on earth job done for today ©Byung A. Fallgren
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