Drumming on Your thigh

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Drumming on Your thigh

Anger runs in many shades:
pink of lover’s;
red of animosity;
pale green of jealousy gone over, and so on.
Most complex anger is purple, of parents’

that bursts, that whips the child,
planting the blue flowers on the skin.
When it happens often and long, in regular,
it slips into the stream of blood and bone,
twists the child’s mind–
can be a permanent cripple.
Regrets, tears, could not undo it. So,

instead of beating your beloved one,
why not clap your hands,
drum on your thigh? Life’s a short.

©Byung A. Fallgren

On getting the vaccination

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.

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.

Duel Disaster

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

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.