The doctors would always take turns
And Hawkeye would have his concerns
The nurse with hot lips
Was swinging her hips
Enticing the lonely Frank Burns

Seoul, 21.34 p.m

In this busy street people comes and goes,
some is going back to their home from a hectic day,
some is going to hang out with their friend,
some is going to recharge their energy with food,
some is going to meet the person they love

and here I am, watching over them from above the hill
rushing to the place they have to go
making thousands of little red-yellow lights from their vehicles

21.37
your city is so pretty,
just like you.

~  ❀    ✾    ❀ ~

         My heart will bloom like a lotus
                         under the summer sun

     My petals kissed by passion flames
             a languid breeze strokes my lips

        The mouth to my heart opens from
             mud waters as a crown in light

~  ❀    ✾    ❀ ~

A tribute to the inter-Korean summit  April 27, 2018

Brothers and Sisters of Joseon
In the spring, our love warms our Souls,
like cherry blossoms floating in the breeze at Panmunjom.

In wintertime, our love is cold — it's holding the island of Yeonpyeong
in pain freezing our toes.

If skies are blue, our love is peaceful — two people shaking
hands in the spring sun.
If thunder rolls in, our love is brave, a refuge from the rain.

When spring cherry blossoms bloom,
Our love is bold, like red petals on the Korean rose.

When autumn leaves fall, our love is silver,
shining bright like, Mount Kumgang.

From New Year's day till Dano, the fifth day of the fifth month of
the year our love will continue to hold hands.

From season to season, may peace continue to bloom,
in the land of Korea.

Copyright © 2018 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.