A table of lovely women
Various ages speaking random
Thoughts just as chatter
All in Korean of course
But you can know what they speak of
At the table drinking profusely
Beauty is beauty, lovely is lovely isn't it
When it's like this?
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Six famous Korean actresses in a Vogue shoot - a self-styled mockumentary.
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Some people do not
see what you say but what is
said remains there - yes?
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Retaining the senryu theme and following a thread here
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I have fond
Inerasible memories
Of a small Japanese Maple,
the first house ever I bought
and a garden to warm the heart.
Christchurch Autumns
It reddened.
Lovely tiny birds aplenty
and the long-haired
smoke grey cat
proudly presented
the heart of one
expecting praise it seemed,
as perhaps did the bikies
for raiding our freezer
Berries and
asparagus flourished
Hydrangeas in front
So why did we move?
Bigger house,
Her children, school
I cannot remember
But the maple I cannot forget.
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
First house ($9800) and a Maple I do indeed remember, circa 1972.
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Whenever I see
A movie like that, angry!
What then are women?
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
On seeing 'Gotti' - What are they but gruesome murderous males - bring on the women!
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Have I ever written of that terrible night?
From my Cambridge Terrace riverside house
Mid autumn 1968
the eerie howl of the wind
and the weird charcoal afternoon sky
looming glooming twixt those European trees
through whose leaves I scuffed every Autumn.
I stood watching trees heaving boughs creaking
some 300 km from the wallowing ship
where 51 died one stormy night.
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Memories of the Wahine disaster. I had taken computers on the Wahine up to Wellington but a month before, and the Inangahua earthquake struck but six weeks later.
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Did your ever see
A crow smile?
Unlike a kookaburra
No mirthful cackle
Just grim descending triple caw
Did you happen to see Chris Tame
Stand beside Morrison
And with her steadfast glare
Put him and his like to shame?
Well there you are
The birds of Oz are pretty fearful
And be not mistaken
They are not mere full
Of shyte - they Bite!
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
A little fun on a serious topic - not a few criticise her for lack of civility,
I applaud her distaste disapproval dismissal and consistency.
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Said the March-hare to the crone
Why crone you say?
Here today and gone tomorrow
But she's kind of old you'll sure agree
Mmm yes but rather sexy
As only grey-haired women be.
Oh weird freak such women you seek?
I do I do indeed
Well when in need
Seek me I plead
I'll find some dye tomorrow!
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Don't try to make sense of this!
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Is always shown full in movies it seems
Whatever happened to the waning or waxing
Hint of the moon seen as often in life
and no less wonderful I feel
Fifteenth day is full in lunar calendar,
now is first quarter and waxing
Tell me pray when last you saw
First or third quarter?
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Just a small bee in the bonnet, Chinese Lunar new year having recently passed, but then the moon is new! Show me a Spring festival photo with a new moon photo!
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Biang biang noodles
in Xi'an, a discovery
to warm the heart when feet
tired from the day in Bing ma yong
had time for recovery.
Flat wide noodles and fiercely spicy.
Yellow dust made me long
For a shower to wash
both myself and my socks.
At this distance of years
with certainty I say
Biang biang rocks!
It's the same yellow dust
of the Yellow sea and Yellow river
that blows from the Gobi and Taklamakan
to Beijing, Seoul and Tokyo.
Just so you know
This 'poem' is rather
a 'jokey' oh!
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Corny I know! A biang biang mian shop had opened here in Hurstville in 2019, but as with many has shut up shutters since.
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How does a sheet dry
in the cold winter wind?
In Seoul I saw trees
Wrapped 'gainst the winter
And nothing green,
But in this movie
the raped grandma
hung out the washing
and grey-haired smiled.
A movie but nonetheless
Life as it is.
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Some serious thought.
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If I should want
to write to you again
though never had I stopped
what should I say
My lovely that I have not said before?
Now as a teacher let me try
to explain the tenses
Oh I cannot!
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Just for fun!
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Our union on one hand
And yet it has never stilled our loving
When she intervened it alarmed us
both mightily, but since
no influence
Not the first time a child
Has trodden between
me and one I loved
Every time I walk past
the smooth grey eucalyptus
I think of her too
She who commanded by a son
to fore-swear a laowai,
with a grandchild looming,
acceded - well no court of appeal
and the word of the first son
with confucian weight carried.
Two loves, one lost one remote.
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Just a love lost, a love unattainable.
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