Saturday, February 16, 2019

Angela Joli is Pretty


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Angela Joli is pretty,
with or without mastectomy, 
whether or not she's reconstructive
Lets no cloud come down destructive.
Replenishes herself in an endless ocean 
From where all her talents spout;
No Moby Dick  obsession in her gentle sea.

Biological clocks set to local time
Do their sensitive synchronized crime,
As signals from the environment try
Though chemical reactions to make us die.
In dusks and dawns that do not change,
The sun will rise; days cannot without
No hell can stop that beauty's prime.

Long live brave Angela Joli.
Let imposers vamp in their eternity.
Let Boy George pretend,
Let Bruce Jenner mend,
Femininity comes from within.
Let the drama queens pout.
It is something we cannot see.

Pity the woman who sits on her laurels,
When life turns bleached like dead white coral.
If it takes a surgeon’s knife,
To save a beautiful life, 
From a frozen puddle of black ice,
Look ahead and cut it out 
Virus from a meltdown's quarrel.

See the egrets sunning on the river shore,
Ride past their flock once more. 
Her life is not your movie picture,
Permanent fixture, or religious scripture.
Beauty stared at will up and flee,
As a life in denial will surely rout, 
Be like Angela Joli; fly evermore. 

Give love, give love, keep giving love,
No other way to kindly live love.
From the corner of the eye, gaze at love,
Ride the windy wave of love.
All we want is more time to live,
What else would life be about
More time, more time with your love 

All  winter long buds ready for spring,
Bear the cold , survive what it brings, 
Like a coming attraction, anticipating, 
Predicting the future, physically awaiting.
Our love clued in by flower buds,
Will maximize the summer throughout,
Let all Joli summer egrets sing!

February 15, 2019 


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Sunday, February 3, 2019

Around Deceptive Bends

 Noisy tires come rolling
Around deceptive bends 
Swish like waves on a beach
A series licks the shoreline
Until someone's tsunami muffler
Thunders through my head

Ears unclog
In a left-right Doppler effect
Ratchet down a wavelength
Making me long for a real ocean
Crashing Brighton, sitting on a beach,
Not  a hard bench facing the River Han

In Brooklyn, the worst of winter is yet to come
Though the days' light have passed the night
February, and the sun strays, clouded, but
Subtropical  Taichung begins her spring
A new year of sunning egrets congregate on a tree
Migrate flock settles to nest in the wetlands

In finicky weather, a reprieve of southern breeze
Causes tall grass to leans northward
Contrary to the river flowing to Taiwan Strait
Mountains, of fog unclothed
Like mossy terrarium hills
Chinese air will win this tug of war still

More of this nonsense
Before plum rains bring their sustenance
How could I know if the tide is high or low?
How can I pretend a beach will mend my heart?
In these asphalt skies, where no seagulls squawk by
A dappled landscape that makes me cry

February 3. 2019
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