trying to
convince one
it’s a silver coin
on a tree branch
when it’s moon
caught on faulty lens

© Byung A. Fallgren
trying to
convince one
it’s a silver coin
on a tree branch
when it’s moon
caught on faulty lens

© Byung A. Fallgren

© Byung A. Fallgren

We usually walk alone,
savoring the purposeful
loneliness, mind private
affairs woven in
complicated web,
tread on the chosen line,
toward the point of
renewal, keeping an eye
on self-invited
companion raping
vulnerable brain.
We walk together with
opined moon and the
dancing lamp light,
yet we walk alone.
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boulders and pines
reciprocate
with moisture
and shade
like good neighbors

©Byung A. Fallgren

Shadows of yesteryears
unseen, moans of pains,
toils, hopes echo, muted.
Cold winter days
faded into the longed
glory earned, leaving the
shack behind, wishful thought,
not cloud vain, wordless wind.
The empty dwelling embraces
the memory lived, dreamed.
As the star’s song of happy
ending fades, golden
sunbeam cheers the new
beginning of the season, lifts
the spirit of the passerby.
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after decades
of pulling task
the retiree
wonders if he’s
overlooked a needy
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Most of times
it’s nearsighted,
wrong impression
flutters round
in the hazy field and
hills. Daydreams,
hopes, false belief
shouts from the top
of mountain then
plunge into the
dark sea, let us chase
the ghostly glimmer.
In the end, we
realize it, the trick
of fool’s wings,
better avoid it.
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feels like
canceling
the first date
or breaking
a lovely vase

—Byung A. Fallgren

Born to be rough and
shabby, beauty is not
in my bone. Unlike the
broken-hearted homely
toad on a starry night,
no tears and sorrow
but accept, forgo
My nature of loving
lonely soul as the
boulder-like makes me
feel as beautiful inside
as any beauties, and
I thrive on my
wisdom of adapting
any harsh milieu
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Ones
Who
Lack morals
Are viruses
In the society
Ruler
With no moral
Takes away
Our rights
Manipulate our dreams
Moral
Makes us human
Different from others
Society
Without it is sick
This poem is prompted by the post that questioned, “How
important is moral in our society?” This is an addition to
my brief response to that post as well. Sometimes, tried
and true subject as this rings true freshly.
© Byung A. Fallgren