Buds & Blossoms [Haiku]

buds & blossoms,
in vibrant red, gussy up
a dreary cityscape.

DAILY PHOTO: The Grounds of the Festetics Mansion [Deg]

Limerick of the Racist TV Exec

A TV executive for the show, Kung Fu,
 was unsure of just what he should do.
   Carradine or Lee? 
   Which one should it be?
 One knows Kung Fu, but Asian, he is too.

Chokehold [Lyric Poem]

Source: Wikipedia; cropped & modified; Khmeri chokehold
dying by the second
   from a starving brain;
 each new panicked moment
   narrows down the frame.

now, my world is dwindling,
   shrinking to a dot:
 like TV's used to do
    when you shut them off.

Now, this poem is done.
   there's nothing past one pel --
 except for oblivion:
    no sight, no sound, no smell.

River’s Rise [Lyric Poem]

Stumps are underwater.
 The pebble beach is gone.
 Floating docks slant downstream
 as fast waters roll on. 

Detritus on pylons:
  a beaver dam of wood.
  Coffee brown waters flow
  where yesterday I stood.

Will the levees stand strong
  until the surge recedes?
  Will the flood wash away
  the willows and the reeds?

DAILY PHOTO: Széchenyi Lánc Híd Lions in Lego & Stone

Five Wise Lines from Fireflies by Rabindranath Tagore

In the drowsy dark caves of the mind / dreams build their nest with fragments / dropped from day’s caravan.

From the solemn gloom of the temple / children run out to sit in the dust, / God watches them play / and forgets the priest.

The wind tries to take the flame by storm / only to blow it out.

The same sun is newly born in new lands / in a ring of endless dawns.

When death comes and whispers to me, / “Thy days are ended.” / let me say to him, “I have lived in love / and not in mere time.” / He will ask, “Will thy songs remain?” / I shall say, “I know not, but this I know / that often when I sang I found my eternity.

Fireflies by Rabindranath Tagore is in the public domain and can be read at sites such as:

Fireflies is available at PoetryVerse

BOOKS: Kingdom of Fear by Hunter S. Thompson

Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-crossed Child in the Final Days of the American CenturyKingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century by Hunter S Thompson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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Kingdom of Fear is part memoir and part commentary on the state of America at the turn of the millennium. As a memoir, it explores Thompson’s bid for Sheriff, his arrest and judicial proceedings for drug and explosives charges that resulted from a “he said / she said” accusation that did not warrant charges in and of itself, a wild and wooly road-trip through Nevada, and Thompson’s position at the center of an investigation of a “threat” on the life of actor, Jack Nicholson.

As a commentary on the decline of America it discusses the battle for Grenada, a trip to Cuba, 9-11 and its aftermath, and the book revisits the ’68 Democratic Convention. It’s all written in Thompson’s drug-fueled Gonzo style, making it incredibly entertaining to read even as the hard walls between fact and fiction seem to dissolve. While the factualness might be at times in question, there is always a kind of truth that can only be received from those who’ve tossed off the shackles of societal convention and are willing to tell it as it is — even the embarrassing bits (especially the embarrassing bits.)

It’s not for those who take life and authority figures too seriously, but otherwise it’s a tremendously compelling and sometimes hilarious in its depiction of pre- and post-Y2K America.

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Willow, Won’t You? [Blank Verse]

When I see some willows -
 down by water's edge,
  drooping in the moonlight,
 or swaying in the breeze -

I think of Blackwood's tale
 of Danube canoers
  who land upon an isle
  to camp among the willows.

And will the willows that
 I see, mark wicked ground,
  and what will they become
 when darkness makes its stand?

It's such a pretty tree...
 now all but ruined for me,
  and that is story's power
 to sweeten or to sour.

For those interested in reading the referenced story:

The Willows by Algernon Blackwood — free at Project Gutenberg

DAILY PHOTO: Desert Dancer, Dubai [UAE]