One of our wonderful
abilities we tend to
ignore is
we can direct
our thoughts
where to go–
to any thoughts
but negative ones,
especially ones that
cripple our minds and soul
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Image by Collin Andrew Maag.)
Bouquet of Encouragement
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I don’t need approval
for what I enjoy doing
but getting it is nice
like a bouquet
of encouragement
(by Byung A. Fallgren)
Flying Against the Flow
I’ve learned to fly
against the flow
now and then
to avoid the attraction
disguised in beauty
beyond the horizon
where many gather,
misguided
only to return,
broken hearted
that could consume
years to recover, wasted,
precious time undoable
I’ve learned to fly against the flow
not to follow the blinded flock
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)
right kind of love
Love not only begets progeny
but heals wounds
vitalize withered soul
when you only have
a right kind of love
between man and woman–
one that give-and-take
one that makes you happy
one that you want to die for.
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Image by Collin Andrew Maag.)
The New Sea
(FICTION)
Flower: Guess whose car that is.
Me: I don’t know.
Flower: The man who used to live in the village
down the hill when he was a child.
Me: No village is down the hill but the sea.
Flower: The village is submerged under the sea.
Me: How did it happen?
Flower: Guess.
Me: Arctic melt caused it?
Flower: Nope.
Me: The rain that poured down for months must’ve been
the culprit!
Flower: Close enough. But do you know what caused the such
a rain storm?
Me: Climate change, of course.
Flower: Wrong. Aliens made the storm clouds from the ocean.
They will do that again until all the humans are drowned.
Me: Unbelievable!
* This is based on my new book that will be out in March or
April 2018. Implausible, you might say, but after reading the
book, you might nod, saying: “It’s possible.”
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)
strength
I’ve feared, now and then, my patience
to overcome the plague will snap
and my tenacity that sustained me
for so long will be vain
yet deep inside, a sliver of hope
squirms to break the calloused bark
and sprout to see the light
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)
Beauty of Lost Moment
We wonder round
in fear
anger
despair
now and then
Beauty is,
Sooner or later,
we see the emptiness
of the negatives
(by Byung A. Fallgren)
delight
Rough as ancients
we sought our way
to refine ourselves
between stormy waves
Result is a delight
*
Sometimes we come upon
a startling beauty of art
rendered by Nature
The distant, beckoning mountain
the mirror-like, calm water
the rainbow pebbles in the water
the clouds that simulate the colors of pebbles
the single leaf kisses
What a masterful composition!
And It is free for us to see.
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Photo from Lucy’s Shop on Line.)
Lighten Up
Golden Humility
Evening’s blush
reflects our minds
as we ponder what
we have done
with our talent
Spring hope
ardent summer
summed in golden
yet ordinary blooms,
while expanding our realm
Unfulfilled dreams tucked in
the back of our consciousness,
we approach the closure
or begin a renewal,
find humble joy in our smiles
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byung A. Fallgren Blog.
Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)
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