I was in the crowd
Feeling desolate
No one noticed me
Until I spoke
I’m alone in evenings
With invisible companions
Chatting and laughing
Through emails and websites
I work at home solitary
No hector, no tittle-tattle
I get done works given to me
Which is a part of whole of every one’s
(by Byung A. Fallgren. byungafallgren.wordpress.com)
The unusual agony
of the election year
Birth of the unconventional chief
Some of his issues
and promises
call for outlandish dreams
A word of solace
he’s not a king
The stars wish him the best journey
(2-1-2017. by Byung A. Fallgren. byungafallgen.wordpress.com)
An elderly woman lived alone in a house at
the end of the dirt road.
At age 92, the only problem she had loneliness.
Being a homebody, she had few friends.
When asked, “Why don’t you move close to
your relatives or friends?”
She replied in a low voice, “I’m told I must
avoid people because I’m TB positive.”
“TB positive (or latent TB) is not contagious.
Active TB is contagious.”
“I’m old so I will become sick, right?”
“No, unless you have an extremely low immune system.”
“Old person has a bad immune system, right?”
“No, unless you don’t take care of yourself well.
“Besides, not everyone with TB positive become sick.
Only 1 in 10 people get it.
“With these signs, call a doctor: Unintentional weight loss,
persistent cough, fever, night sweats, fatigue, loss of appetite.
“Take good care of yourself and go out there you want, dear lady.
You have a right to enjoy your life as anyone else.”
*This post is not intended to give anyone an advice. It is a form of my opinion.
(by Byung A. Fallgren. byungafallgren.wordpress.com)
Mother: “Did you pickup your date for lunch, Son?”
Son: “Yes.”
Mother: “You should’ve removed the snow off the windshield completely before…”
Son: “What for?”
Mother: “So she can see outside.”
Son: “She’s blind.”
*After our squabble, my husband only cleaned the snow off his side windshield. I stared at it for seconds then came up with the piece of joke. It may not be so funny for some of you
but to me it was. The photo was thought provoking, as well, especially silly one. What’s more, the silly joke loosened our tense mood after the argument, making us crack smiles then laugh. Laugh as often as you can, folks.
(by Byung A. Fallgren. byungafallgren.wordpress.com)
*
WHO LEFT THE LID UP?
Ed always made sure to keep the printer’s lid down after using it. Noticing it is up, he asked the coworker, “Who left the printer’s lid up?”
Coworker: “It must be a male.”
(Source: Reader’s Digest)
Drawing of an alien and mushroom
On the wall, whirling fantasy of
Raw dreams and angst of teen years
Harbored in the net and mascots
The silent associates of night
Timeworn defender, conspirer
Shared dreary nights and tears
Longing of the phantom vision
Yesteryears’ pain, today’s strength
In many different shapes and colors
She pauses in the ancient fort
Grasping the gem, why suffer?
Now she’s sapient
A queen of mirth
(by Byung A. Fallgren. byungafallgren.wordpress.com)
a ditched bald eagle
weary trafic on the road
the horrendous December blizzard
*
Last Christmas, my husband and I braved traveling in the blizzard to see my son in Colorado. The traffic crawled but fast enough for me unable to capture the photo of a bald eagle in the ditch. At first, I thought it was dead but it began to poke at the snow. Even the mighty eagle could not fly in the snowstorm and was taking a refuge in the brush by the road. And because it was a bald eagle that was ditched, it struck me with a profound emotion that made me mutter the three phrases that didn’t nearly satisfy me….
(GOGYOHKA)
a jolt
of life
like a bug
flew inside
wrong place
feeling trapped
in eternal torment
not to blame
anyone but
wrong judgement
time
to examine
the cause
of wrong turn
and pursue
**
Twists and turns of life that seem evil at times
make you strong and resilient. Cherish it for
your sanity as well.
(by Byung A. Fallgren. byungafallgren.wordpress.com)
At the end of the long, tortuous path
Waits unknown. Often it’s our choice
To make that path a grief or
A homerun
©
He stood there in the parking lot, dressed in
Worn jeans and shirt, waiting for someone,
Anyone, when he saw me he breathlessly
Cadged for change
I’d seen him many times before
I pretended not know him
Turning, I heard his rueful gabble
To others, one after another,
Like his many primeval cousins
He followed me in my dream
As I pondered about his
Reasons and real needs
That was much more than
Some lousy coins
His shattered youthful ambition
was reaching out, wishing to be
whole again when he stood there
Lost and confused, pleading,
For he couldn’t put it together
Alone
*Drug addiction is a huge problem in this country, especially among young people. Something must be done. The presidential candidates tout about it. Whoever will be elected president in 2016, he or she must do to fix the problem. Discipline, however, should start at home. As we all know, children learn from their parents. Often, that wasn’t enough, but making an effort to steer them in right direction is better than ignoring. Sometimes, even grown children need some attention from the parents.
Burning ambition without
Moral conscience is not only
Vanity but also it can
Poison the society
Byung A. Fallgren 