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S M Chen Dec 2016
In deserts like the Sahare,
Times people starve is quite rare.
     The reason, I've heard
     (Though it may be absurd):
Because of the sandwiches there.
S M Chen Jan 2017
A young man who loathed to be last
Most often would drive very fast.
He also tailgated
Which was ill-fated.
He's now in a full-body cast.
S M Chen Dec 2016
thoughts on seeing a veiled woman sitting in a shop in a town in Afghanistan, 1960s


What is it lies behind the eyes?
What could it be she’s thinking of?
Might it be children?  Perhaps love?
Or maybe truth, and maybe lies.

What hopes and dreams within her lie?
What music in her may be found?
In her did they find fertile ground
Or did they go there just to die?

Her look takes in so many things.
What is it that she’s searching for?
Perhaps (or not) she seeks for more
Or is content with what life brings.

What thoughts run through the mind of her –
This woman from an ancient land?
This harsh forbidding land of sand
Some have tried but none could conquer.

It may be that she’s past her prime;
I cannot guess her age in years.
She’s lived a life of fear and tears;
They make one old before one’s time.

The veil enshrouds identity,
But those who hide behind a veil
Hide but awhile, to no avail;
Time grinds to dust what some might see.

                                  *

She gazes out, but I gaze in
Beyond the veil, the face, the eyes.
It comes to me as no surprise
(And that is why I sympathize):
I find a place where I have been.
S M Chen Dec 2016
A green-thumbed lady named Mauna
Said, as she steamed in a sauna,
     "Though I have a yen
     For Japanese men,
I prefer bonsai to fauna."
S M Chen Dec 2016
A gifted artist was Van Gogh,
Who cut off his ear, as you knogh.
     When he wanted it back,
     What made his mood black
Was that he had not learned to sogh.
S M Chen Dec 2016
Said an aging linguist named Flynn,
"I hardly know how to begin.
     The words I once used
     Now make me confused;
I forget which language they're in."
S M Chen Dec 2016
A wonderful fish is the koi.
It does more to please than annoi.
     What gives me puzzlement
     Is, despite nuzzlement,
I can't tell a girl fish from boi.
S M Chen Dec 2016
Pockets are a wonderful thing.

They hold a little piece of string

And little ***** and little jacks

(They’re not so good for shiny tacks

And other sharp things like small nails

Or slimy things like little snails).

*

Pockets are good to have in pants,

Shirts and jackets.  If you put ants

Inside a pocket, they won’t stay;

They will crawl out that very day.

So you should not put bugs and such

In pockets; they don’t like it much.

You put in something that’s alive

It’s dark in there; it may not thrive.

And if you put in something wet

Your mom is sure to be upset.

And she really does not much care

For toads or frogs to be in there.

*

What else goes into a pocket?

Perhaps a small Davy Crockett,

Faded photo in a locket,

Or tiny car, boat, or rocket.

A little stone, a card or two,

A stick of gum for you to chew.

Piece of paper on which you wrote

A secret code, or teacher’s note.

*

But what goes in there has to fit.

In pants, too much and you can’t sit.

In shirts it seems to matter less,

Although too much still makes a mess.

*

Pockets hold some coins and money.

So much stuff it isn’t funny.

Sunglasses, or maybe cell phone.

Likely the phone won’t be alone.

Something to write with, like a pen.

You never know you might write when.

*

Different kinds of sweets and candy.

To hold, pockets are most handy.

They let both of your hands be free

As hands should almost always be.

And let you carry around stuff;

(It seems you never have enough).

*

While some are big and some are small.

Some are barely pockets at all.

In different shape they sometimes come;

More useful than others are some.

Some are narrow and some are wide.

Wide ones allow more stuff inside.

Some are shallow and some are deep.

Deep ones permit more things to keep.

*

So when you buy a pants or shirt

Do look for pockets, which won’t hurt

To have, for I think it is wise

(And this should come as no surprise)

To have a pocket for which you

Might have no need (or think you do);

Like the spare tire that may be new.

*

Do I love pockets?  I sure do.
for a grandson
S M Chen Apr 2017
“Learn from the mistakes of others.  You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.”

-  Eleanor Roosevelt (1884-1962), longest serving FLOTUS



Start with one comely young man of great promise:
He rescues lamb from jaws of bear.
Rescues sheep from clutches of lion.  
Slays giant Philistine with stone and sling.  
Forms deep friendship with prince, son of king.  
Becomes king himself.
Marries daughter of prior king – a princess.

Add a heaping teaspoonful of lust of eye - perhaps both eyes.
Stir in ****** – more than a pinch (is ****** ever less than a pinch?)

Let simmer; boiling over may be unpreventable, even if *** is uncovered and fire is low.
Clean up overflow.
Rinse cleanup cloth, but keep handy; more cleanup may be needed later.
Replenish fire as needed.
Keep plenty of wood; this fire will burn awhile.

Let plot thicken.
No need for additive; it will thicken of own accord.
Add a dash of sleepless nights.



Do not taste; mixture is bitter.
If proof needed, insert fingertip (not more) into stew.
Run cool water over fingertip.
Avoid four-letter words.
Rinse mouth.
Resolve to believe recipe in future.

*

Protagonist is castigated by prophet.
Marries widow of innocent man killed in battle.
With multiple wives, has multiple children; never a good idea.

       *

Son of one wife grows up to, like his father (like father, like son?), succumb to temptation – for his half sister.
Despite her plea, he forces himself on her.
She grieves.

*

Remove lid; handle potholders with care.
Mix in half a cup of tears.
Probably no need for salt; tears may be salty enough.
Stir ever so gently.

*

Her brother learns of her grief, is determined to wreak vengeance upon perpetrator, his half brother.
Which he does at a subsequent banquet.
Blood flows, some into ***.

                               *

No need for yeast.  
This mixture has enough ingredients to rise on its own.
Also, no need for spice.

      


A comely man in his own right, avenger decides to usurp throne.
Once (and future) king flees.
In subsequent combat, usurper flees by mule.
His mane catches in low-hanging branches of an oak (every yang has its yin), and he is killed.
More blood is shed.

*

Blood is salty, and has a flavor all its own.
More will trickle into ***; it cannot be helped.

*

Add cup of gall.
Little to no stirring needed; gall will disperse on its own, and tends to dominate whatever it is commingled with.

*

The king has epiphany, writes psalms – 150 of them.
Despite all above, the Almighty calls king ‘a man after His own heart.’
‘Where sin doth abound, grace doth much more abound.’ – Rom. 5:20.

*

Cooking is done.
Extinguish the fire.
Let *** sit.

*

Contemplate follies of man.
‘What fools these mortals be’ -  Shakespeare, “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
“We have met the enemy, and he is us.” – Walt Kelly, ‘Pogo’ comic strip.

*

Final stew is less bitter, but also less sweet, than it might have been.
Once put in the *** of life, ingredients cannot be removed.
They can only be tempered by more ingredients.

Choose wisely.
S M Chen Dec 2016
An oft-married actress from Cannes
Was known for her men and her tannes.
     Alone, she awoke,
     Stretched slowly, and spoke,
"Ah - I feel like a new mannes."
S M Chen Dec 2016
Lucky's the beast called the kudu,
Which has very little tu du
     But sleep, eat and drink,
     And that's why, I think
It has much less stress than yu du.
S M Chen Jan 2017
There once was a lovely young nurse
Who had a fondness for verse.
But her rhythm and rhyme
Consumed so much time
Patients thought she could hardly be worse.
S M Chen Dec 2016
An overweight vulture named Marion,
When others had eaten, would tarry on.
     She was slow to embark,
     Which caused the remark,
"Your excess baggage must be carrion."
S M Chen Dec 2016
It may well be that there is no
Man who's seen abominable snow-
     Man, known also as yeti;
     Yet I think if we met, he
Might flee as fast as HE could go.
S M Chen Dec 2016
A lean, young peripatetic
Thinks slimness may be genetic.
     Both father and son
     Find sleepwalking fun,
Despite a pace that's frenetic.
S M Chen May 2017
A mountain of a man, I’d say,
Like the mountain on which he stood.
For forty days, two times a day
He dared to fight us if we would.

A freak of nature, if such be.
He stood six cubits and a span.
As sturdy as an oak was he;
More like a tree, it seemed, than man.

I recalled the lion and bear
That I’d pursued and smote to death.
Of danger I was well aware
But took my lamb and took their breath.

Our king did not want me to fight.
He said, “Thou art a youth, and he
Is man of war and man of might.
I fear for us; I fear for thee.”

But then relented and said, “Go
And God be with you.”  He then gave
Me armor that was his, and so
Perhaps he thought my life it'd save.

I put his helmet on my head
And donned the coat of mail of Saul.
But they didn't feel right, so instead
No armor would I wear at all.

I bent a knee; I flexed a hip.
I chose five stones from nearby brook.
I put them in my shepherd’s scrip,
In hand my staff and sling I took.

Did I feel fear?  I cannot say.
I don’t recall the way I felt.
I think it may have been this way:
With harder things I thought I’d dealt.

So toward the tree I quickly ran.
I was alone; but they were two.
Before Goliath was a man
Who bore a shield, as bearers do.

He seemed insulted by my youth.
He cursed behind the man of shield.
He said he’d feed me, this forsooth,
To birds of air and beasts of field.

Those words of his I couldn’t abide;
Within me something then awoke -
A righteous rage I could not hide.
I couldn’t contain myself; I spoke.

I don’t regret the words I said.
I told him then, I told him there
Whose carcass it would be that fed
The beasts of field and birds of air.

I went toward him and slid a stone
Into the pouch of trusty sling.
It was the fastest stone I’ve thrown;
I put my might behind the thing.

I said a prayer as I let fly
That God would guide the path stone took.
It landed just above his eye.
As he fell down, methinks earth shook.

The Philistines, their hero dead,
Put down their arms and ran away.
I knew that, even as they fled,
They'd live to fight another day.


I think back on that special day,
A day that dims in memory.
Though I grow old, I yet can say:
The Lord is good; O taste and see.
S M Chen Dec 2016
See her stagger
as they drag her
through the city street.
Hear them twitter,
watch them stare
as they set her,
without care,
at the Master's feet.

See her cower
as they query
what to do with her.
Watch Him, weary
of evil games,
take stick in hand,
write in sand
secret sins and names.

Now all are gone
save two alone.
He wipes her tears,
dispels her fears;
does not condemn
her more than them.

*

Many a stone
I have thrown;
yet, had I thought
(as well I ought)
a bit more love,
I should have known
glass is what
my house is made of.
S M Chen Dec 2016
A young physics major cried, "Hark!
Methinks I've discovered a quark.
     If I can now carry on
     And locate a baryon,
I'll have in this field made my mark."
S M Chen Dec 2016
An atopic young lass used to sing,
"I'm allergic to 'most everything.
     When my skin isn't itching,
     My nostrils are twitching.
I can't wait for new pollens this spring."
S M Chen Dec 2016
The Good Book says not to deceive.
What I say here is true, I believe.
     Upon some reflection,
     When it comes to injection,
It's more blessed to give than receive.
S M Chen Dec 2016
One winter day he felt it;
an ache (a hurt from wrongs
of long ago?) deep within
the substance of his pulp.

How long itʼd been there
he couldnʼt say. A day,
a week, or maybe longer.
Who knows when termites
in the quiet night
begin to gnaw?

But when they had him split
as for a sacrifice, they found
the founding of their fears.
They had to close him up
to face the worst of nature
on its terms.

So he went home,
knowing that the thing
inside him would not rest
till it had sapped him
dry; only then, would it,
like him, cease its labor.

The anorexia and the inability
to eat, the pain that bored
and bored, and wouldnʼt remit,
the weakness and the loss
of will (this most of all)
to live, to fight
the fight of one who knows
heʼs going to lose
(how do you make a fight
like that look good?) -
we saw him suffer these
and so much more,
yet were as helpless,
though less hopeless.

Through all of this
the one who suffered most
next to him was the one
who shared his ground.
She shed the tears
he could not shed
(but how he wept inside)
and smiled if he was able to
keep down a meal, or two.
Always by his side,
what little energy she had
flowed ever to him,
a flickering light
in his darkness.

We watched him wither,
leaves drop one by one
at first, then in clusters,
ever faster, and when,
roots rotted by the blight,
the trunk toppled and lay still
in final rest, we,
branches of that tree,
all died a little.
S M Chen Dec 2016
If you've never been to a zoo,
You may doubt what I say here is true:
     In season of rut
     The inmates are not
Concerned if we watch what they do.
S M Chen Dec 2016
While Tweety's well known for his chirp,
And Pluto's trademark is his slurp,
     For human fame
     One needs a name
Like Wyatt, who was known to bEarp.
S M Chen Jan 2017
The stock market, as we all know,
Can deal a mighty hard blow.
Some would do better
If they could unfetter
A penchant for 'Buy high, sell low.'
S M Chen Jan 2017
A couple who lived in the West
Led a life decidedly blest.
He only would let her
Give others his better,
Reserving for her all his best.
S M Chen Dec 2016
A strange-sounding name has the gnu,
Which has rather little to du
     Except give us fits,
     For were all names like its,
Just look how we'd have to spell gStu.
S M Chen Dec 2016
When NATO was formed, it appears
Not a few Eskimos were in tears.
     Said they, "What?  Not include us?
     How could you exclude us?
We've had IC BMs for years."
S M Chen Dec 2016
A strange thing it is about hair
(Perhaps mostly male, to be fair).
     We comb, brush and fuss
     And oftentimes cuss
About something that soon won't be there.
S M Chen Dec 2016
An unfortunate parson named Burch
Had a penchant for flatus in church.
     This caused not a few
     Who sat in his pew
To exodus in spiritual surch.
S M Chen Dec 2016
One interesting thing seems quite clear:
the number of cookbooks appear-
     ing for people to buy
     seems equalled by di-
eting books, year after year.
S M Chen Dec 2016
Queer is the beast called the aardvark.
It's found in the zoo, not the park.
     It has the distinction
     Of cheating extinction
By being the first in the Ark.

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