Pains
Smart one attracts more of pain,
grandpa used to say, as life
tricks on you, mean as a wicked wizard
dancing in your way.
The shadows take you for granted,
rape the head, plunge you
into the icy lake;
your mere defense words drift Noland;
they would say you are insane. you shudder
at your weakness, to sun the truth. But the
owl knows; karma nods near you.
You just plod through the prickly field;
fire stream; one after another, as the demon
throws at you; as if a Buddhist monk
in the path of discipline.
glancing at the karma glancing at you;
you can smile.
©Byung A. Fallgren
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Rising from the Night
Rising from the Night
nothing
is serious
to kill,
let go
and go well
In Loving the Insomnia
wee hours
in the night
comes
easily
hard answer
Choosing
of all
the terrible voices
a few
can be worthy
of consideration
©Byung A. Fallgren
December Haiku/Senryu
neighbor's window
brightens in red & green
i keep my curtain open
modem blinks
in pink and blue
demanding Grinch
lone magpie
in the bare tree
waits for her
December night
in the wee hours
praying owl
fake human skeleton
on the lawn, past Halloween
wishes Happy New Year
@Byung A. Fallgren
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In a Disused Graveyard
In a Disused Graveyard
Robert Frost (March 26, 1874--January 29, 1963)
The living come with grassy tread
To read the graves stones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
To morrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.
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This is the missed last week's Weekly Avocet. Enjoy reading!
Internet connection
I've lost Internet connection for days until before now. A good news for a change: The Avocet accepted my poems January, Mother's Temper, Winter Berries, the Crow; They will be published in The Avocet, Winter issue, 2023. Thank you Charles, Vivian, Valerie for accepting theses pieces. --Byung A.
Happy Thanksgiving
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU AND ALL!
I have never failed before to have dinner with my children
and grandchildren on Thanksgiving Day, but this time
we stayed home coughing. Thanks to the flue vaccine,
we’ll be soon fine. Stay well, friends. –Byung A.
Haiku/Senryu
Haiku/Senryu dancing yellow leaf before landing on the grass joy of golden age bare branches waves to the feathered travelers' call Winter comrades who recites the poems out the window all night long dry leaves and homeless in the twist of wind dance party of the leaves carpe diem ©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 