America Beautiful, Lost Muscle

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America Beautiful, Lost Muscle

She’s a blurry-eyed beauty
Believes in what she does.
She tosses a crown to
A dubious one,
Watches it unfolds wings,
Anxious to see
The strange creature
Fly amok in the world.
She shudders, bewildered, with her
Acumen buried in deep within.
Someday she may recover
Her lost muscle; she will
Rise again as
The true beauty admired by all—
Is this a tough dream to bloom?

©Byung A. Fallgren

The bad wolf

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The Bad Wolf

One winter morning, the phone in our room rang.
My husband answered. I could hear the caller asking:
“Is your social security number xxxxx?”
“Yes,” my husband said. “How do you know that?”
“I’m a police officer. I called to inform you that a person
stole your social security number for a fraudulent use.
Please tell me, how many bank accounts do you have?”
“Three,” my husband told him.
“Can you give me the bank names?” the caller continued.
My husband did.
“How much money do you have in each account?”
My husband told him again.
“Don’t give him all that information!” I yelled.
“It’s okay. He’s a police officer.”
“Oh, yeah? How can you be so sure?”
My husband then said to the caller, “Tell me your name
and rank. I need to report this to the local police.”
The caller then hung up.
We were certain then that the caller is a bad wolf.
Alarmed that the animal knows his social security
number, my husband immediately reported it to the
Police, while I told the bank teller about the incident
and found out that the bad wolf had not yet accessed
to our accounts. We blew out a sigh of relief. My husban
also checked his credit card, which was fine too. We
laughed. We were in a celebrating mood. What a day!
I was also grateful for my luck to not fall on the icy
sidewalk to the bank and break my hipbone. The caller
scared thorn birds out of us. But we beat the bad wolf.

©Byung A. Fallgren

Weekly Avocet

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Weekly Avocet is weekly magazine published by The Avocet, a Journal of Nature Poetry.  As I support good environmentalists in any form I would like to spread The Avocet as often as I can. Also, I’m delighted to have my poem and some haikus published in this Weekly Avocet–#372. Thank you, Editor Charles for choosing my works.
Below is the link to Weekly Avocet–#372. Feel free to check it out.
The Weekly Avocet – #372

Byung A.

 

at the Church Dinner

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Aroma was homey in the holy man’s
invisible presence. I glanced around
At the faces at the table.
“Do you mind my sitting here?”
Amicably I said.
“Not at all,” a plump lady replied.
Light conversation went on, pleasant as spring.

“Everything’s fine there?” A loud man lumbered over
To our table. Everyone turned to the man.
“I was just,” the man went on, his goggling eyes
Over me, the only Asian woman there, “checking, since
She’s a trouble maker.”

Startled, I let my eyes followed the man strutting
Away. Strange man, I thought.
I turned to the plump lady. “We’ve been doing just fine
here, haven’t we?” I said.
“As long as you don’t make trouble, that is,”
She snapped. The balmy atmosphere in the room earlier
Had turned to chill.

Pastor’s wife hurried to the empty table nearby, speaking
Under her breath, “He’s just, uh…”
“Just what? I said calmly.
She mumbled, gibberish.

I changed the subject,
“How is Amy?”
“she’s getting married soon.”
“I’m happy for you, both,” I said.
As we continued on, the room regained
the warmth, and the nasty twister settled
down.  Still I could not believe
What just had happened, I considered:
At the church dinner, so called a Christian man
Affront a woman in front of the whole congregation?
Will he ask Jesus for forgiveness?
Forgiven, will it make him right?

©Byung A. Fallgren