My poem Pink vase is accepted to be published in
The Avocet, Spring 2021, printed issue. Thank you,
Charles for choosing the piece.
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The weekly Avocet #430 is here. It’s free to download.
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The Weekly Avocet – #430[553]
–Byung A.
On getting the Vaccination
Whenever new pandemic erupts
drug companies rush to make vaccine,
taking each step; sapling stage to mature tree.
New ones are born, full of hope.
Leery-eyed welcome, for the missing nose;
need more time to bloom.
The newborns whimper, waving the tiny hands to
you: hug me, kiss me, give yourselves a try my potion.
See how it does. Knowing their plea is for you, you take
the green potion. Some fall ill, some ride the train
to another place to heal. Fear, distrust.
Yet no one blames them, for they need to grow.
Many desire to drink the potion, learn,
for that is the only way for
the youngsters grow mature.
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None of the COVID-19 vaccines we have now are FDA approved. FDA
only permitted to give them to such vulnerable group as healthcare providers,
older people, and ones with health issues. There are side effects of
the vaccines. Some people get serious reaction after receiving the vaccination.
People fear and reluctant to get vaccinated, saying: “Wear the mask, wash hands
often, stay away from crowd, and you are fine. Why should I
get the shot and get sick?”
But many people get vaccination. I’ve gotten vaccination. Guess what? I had no side effect,
neither did the many people, except a little sore on the arm! 😊
I’ll get the second one soon.
–Byung A.
Photo by William Wood–wmfwood@yahoo.com
february cold day
honking travelers in the sky
call for the warm May
©Byung A. Fallgren
Sunglow
sunglow
on the empty vase
on the kitchen window sill
casts a rainbow shadow
of spring flower
sunglow
on the white show
in the field
silent dream
of Mother Earth
sunglow
on her hair
a promise
of her recovery
from COVID-19
©Byung A. Fallgren
Duel Disaster
Unusual snow storms in Texas,
will hit other states, they say.
Snow storms, pandemic, duel enemy;
test on our strength.
We stretch our arms,
reach every nook, revamp;
we are out-numbered and
outsmarted, put them all under
our mighty waves; put the toxic bubbles
under our feet, pop, pop, pop,
we will subdue it all.
Recent snow storms left Texans with no electricity, no water, in the cold, they report.
I feel sorry for them. We hope they get prompt emergency help they need.
–Byung A.
A Winter Twilight
by Angelina Weld Grimke
A silence slipping around like death,
Yet chased by a wisher, a sigh, a breath;
One group of trees, lean, naked and cold,
Inking their cress ‘gainst a sky green-gdd;
One path that knows where the corn flowers were;
Lonely, apart, unyielding, one fir;
And over it safely leaning down;
One star that I loved ere the fields went brown.
A Winter Twilight originally appeared in
Negro Poets and Their Poems, 1923. Angelina Weld Grimke
was born in Boston Massachusetts in 1880. A journalist,
playwright, teacher, author, and poet. She died in New York City
in 1958.
My three poems, Lady in the Dark Stairway, Windy Evening, stupidity, Winter Solstice
are published in Terror House Magazine. To view it, go to http://terrorhousemag.com/stairway/
–Byung A.
photo by Gordon A. Gilbert Jr.–
gordonagilbertjr@usa.net
Competition
Potentials
in the field
can be anyone’s,
diligent seeker
first taker.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Economic Impact Payment, pandemic
She is a single mom with four kids,
her three jobs struggle to make ends meet,
EIP, savior, at least for the month.
Her old parents, collect gold chips
their life-long sweats, also got EIP
they can do without. With a twinkle
in their eyes, they save it for their daughter.
If she rejects it, they would still keep it for
the extra fund for emergency, or donate it to
the local Food Pantry.
Uncle Sam: I hope EIP is doing for
its job for our…
Daughter: it’s a cup of warm tea for
the street person of cold night. Thanks.
Meanwhile…oh,
I’ll keep the mask on and the distance.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Photo by Charmel Herinckx –charmel44@hotmail.com
Spring Tree Song
Dance with mom & child swinging
sitting in the tire hanging,
squirrel watches from the bough
happy for their return, miss the stolen game though,
see the tears of the tree in delight,
hear the whisper of melting snow polite,
what does the sunbeam say to the tree
set on fire of star-shine glee?
©Byung A. Fallgren
