There once was a man from Austria
prone to coffee house nausea.
“Our cafés are held dear,
but I can’t get near…,”
said that lonely, skinny man of Austria.
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Nepali Limerick
There was a short man from Nepal –
self-conscious of not being tall,
“Our mountains are grand,
but I have to stand
on a crate to see over the wall!”
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DAILY PHOTO: Ross Island Red
DAILY PHOTO: Dusk Over MBC, Nepal
POEM: Changing Times
A city lies under the sea,
from unknown tragedy.
Ancient pillars stand still and tall.
Could we lose a city?
If we did, there’d be no sign;
it’d be washed to refuse.
Once towns lasted, but info perished;
now engine ‘s swapped for caboose.
And bad facts are like bad pennies
while streets change year to year,
and nothing outlasts those notions
that form the sum of fear.
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DAILY PHOTO: Chicago Skyline from Ping Tom Park
Taken in the summer of 2018 in Ping Tom Park.
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POEM: Rocketed by Book
I donned this book like sunglasses
to tweak my old worldview,
but that intent was overshot
and I saw all anew.
I peered at the page and there saw
another universe.
Through eyes not mine, but no better —
nor in any way worse.
Eyes that’d seen things unknown to me,
but not this world of mine.
We’ll have to work together to
unravel space and time.
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DAILY PHOTO: Karakol National Park
Taken in the summer of 2019 in Karakol National Park.
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DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Dal Lake, Part II
POEM: Scrapping Labels
The brain wants to slap a label on everything it comes in contact with —
good… bad
pleasurable… painful
smart… dumb
naughty… nice
Having reached the time and disposition to tear away these labels, I find that some are stuck fast —
though they went on with the ease of a sticky note.
And so I unpack concepts and scrap labels —
sometimes with ease
&
sometimes tediously.
