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

© Byung A. Fallgren

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

Color of beginning
Is silver green
Of youthful dream
Color of end
Is thoughtful magenta
Of wise old soul
We begin with fanfare
End with silent prayer
Insatiable lust
Spirit of returning
As strong and
Resilient as ocean wave

©Byung A. Fallgren

windblown paper
troublesome articles
same as yesterdays
yet bloodshot eyes
looking for you

©Byung A. Fallgren

Winter beach harbors
prickly stowaways
tugging at the scarf
windblown, like burls,

like humans, despair,
try to remove them,
and get a little surprise,
red bead of bleeding soul.

© Byung A. Fallgren

like the sun glow
on the last leaf
wordless winter
harbors
hundreds wishes

© Byung A. Fallgren

Jubilant voices,
laughter of season
silenced in the soft beam,

you and I exchange
smile in subdued
passion of old couple,

tears of desolation brief,
I praise your drawing
on the steel grey water,
you chuckle at me dancing
waving my bare arms,

wishing the best for our
friends, we draw and
dance more in the
bleak winter days.

©Byung A. Fallgren

on the shadowed hill
winter sun
chases the late afternoon
as the stroller
retrieves the passion

© Byung A. Fallgren

Enduring dry chill
Like soldier, when
I was on
Point of regress,
She came to imbue me
An idea of
Her methodical journey
To rise.
I watch as she slowly
Vanishes.
Game of time,
Law of tyrant.
Some efforts to
Hold is
Gripping onto wind.

© Byung A. Fallgren