We don’t need
to sacrifice the lambs
to catch the wolf disguised
in sheep’s clothing
among the herd

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The needless conflict
of confused dreams
The fallen stars in the flame
of perished hope
The zombies
of hypocrisy
of oxymoron
trying to revive the dead
in graves
Silent plea of innocent children
echo the cry of a raptor
in the calm morning sky
Repeating the regrettable
history is foolish

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

They chant in ritual dance
behind the green drapes
of tender regard
let the memories stir
eyes closed
minds open
complying to the time
Disturbed by the world affairs
in the storm
the ancients chant and dance
in the deep earth
to bring the goodness and expel the evil
for the descendants and all
Distant cries of a raptor
lulls the spirit and
they know everything will be in order
Their chant echoes
in the valley of memories
in the minds of loved ones
They chant their eternal love

© by Byung A. Fallgren

We are what we see
what we think
what we believe
we indulge ourselves
in the art we create

(by Byung A. Fallgren. Image by Anna Fallgren)

Snowflakes jitter
around the street light
before touching the ground
They weep on the wet pavement
reflect the glittering orange
resemble the sunset glow
in my heart of cascading blue
Mountain of hard work
seem trite effort
despite his promising words
Success isn’t all there is to life
Money shouldn’t define success
Alter ego scolds me for being in blue
Our soldiers are dying in foreign land
Homeless are suffering in the cold
Everyone endures blue now and then
except some lucky ones
With him on night shift
I walk over a friend’s for a chat
chase away the nefarious blue
Winter night deepens in silence
embracing the worries
Bid a goodnight to all the sufferers
of this blue winter night
dream bright

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

Golden leaves
Ripened seeds
redeem
what’s lost
in the first frost

Grand kids’ photos
Anticipation for
holiday gathering
redeem
her winter blue

During winter I often suffer from the winter blue.  I looked
around to find some solution without medication and found
some pleasant photos to look at.  Nature photos, especially,
grandkids’ photos are always pleasing.  Who doesn’t? I’ll see
them at the family gathering for Thanks Giving.  🙂

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

Clouds of the sins
brood in the twilight
Let them all be absorbed
into the setting sun
be purified as the Earth shifts
rise before the morning sun
as mists of cleansing
upon the impure souls
Sunset glows
as if a precious moment of the day
reminds the forgetful
before bidding a goodnight
We are thankful
for the gift of the day
With the twilight we retire
to our rooms
dream of the morning
in its eternal sunbeams

(by Byung A. Fallgren. Photo by Collin A. Maag.)

A family of three
stand in the corner
of the street on a Sunday
Dry leaves whirl
round their feet
Until the day
no homeles ones
are on the streets
we don’t feel our nation
is rich or great

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

We are born
to be climbers
with ambition
as high as stars
while some wallow
in the bottom
or somewhere in between
As the end of
the season nears
our arrogance dwindles
acknowledging that
we all are achievers of sorts

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

The windows used to be clear
as his eyes reflect his wife and son
and the world beyond them
before the devil’s breath swept
away everything, leaving behind
the shattered dreams
Remnant of yesterday’s misfortune
awaits in silence
as he ponders about
what needs to be done
to return to when
everything was in order
in the sunbeams from
the clear window through which
he used to see his dreams
He assures himself
where something’s broken
there is hope

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)