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kias nara Nov 2018
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.
Kamiel Choi Nov 2018
People laugh around a plate of moving squid
They are served
abalones as appetizers:
you **** the animal out
and devour him.

Everything here is maritime:
Wheel, ring, buoy, compass, fishnet, gargoyle

I am illiterate for the menu,
but I devour the fish I pined for

Outside in the fish tanks some light is breaking
I see air bubbles rising.
Written in a fish restaurant in Seoul
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
~  ❀    ✾    ❀ ~

         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

~  ❀    ✾    ❀ ~
The inspiration continues! I have more Lantern poems in the works, but this is another form of poetry I enjoyed! This is a Sijo, a fabulously short musical lyric practices by Korean poets, to whom it is dedicated! ^-^
Information for Sijo poems is here - go to slide 7&8 (https://www.slideserve.com/debbie/poetry-types-part-two)
Each line has be 14-16 syllables resulting a grand total of 44-46 syllables.
Mine is 14-15-16 syllable line by line with a total of 45!
I swear, my love for East Asia continues to grow.
It's giving me such a buzz!

~  ❀    ✾    ❀ ~

I'll definitely do more Sijo poems and Lantern poems!
Be back soon!
Lyn **

© '❀✾ Inner Lotus ✾❀' by Lyn-Purcell
Ronald J Chapman Apr 2018
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.
[official] one dream one Korea (subtitles).
https://youtu.be/m4SWTOxwXFs
Mike Hentges Jan 2018
I had an *******.
Not because I'm some sick **** who gets off on girls crying
but instead, because I got to hold her in my arms one last time
I found it odd
that she was taking comfort from her insanity by confiding in the very person who had caused it
as if she were finding solace in the arms of her problem
and as the apocalyptic rain outside locked us in that car like a coffin I would have gladly been buried in
I remarked to myself that her smell reminded me of cherry blossom trees.
A tree that I don't think I've even even seen in real life,
much less smelled before.

When I was in Korea I wrote her an e-mail
It said something like
"Hey, I don't know if you care anymore but you were right all along and I'm just now realizing that"
I never sent it
but I didn't delete it either and so for days afterward it haunted me
My e-mail drafts folder screaming out the number "1".

After we were finished but before the dust had settled we spoke a lot about regret and she said things like
"I'm glad we tried but we both knew it would end up like this."
Well I sure as **** didn't. Why the hell do you think I tried in the first place.
I think it became very important to her not to be one of my regrets.
Which makes sense, right? No one wants to be a regret
and so I resolved that if she ever asked me if I regretted her, if I regretted us I would instead ask her a question in response.
I would ask her if I helped her in any way.
If I helped her take control of her nerves
If I helped her get a hold of her anxiety
much like a sexually frustrated boy holding onto a crying girl during a rainstorm
And if she answered yes to my question,
If she said "Yes, Mike you did help me."
Then I would answer her question about regret by saying no

I don't need to worry about that though.
I don't need to worry about her asking me anything
because since I've been back from Korea, she's said exactly three words to me.
They were said at a party of a mutual friend of ours about six months since we had last spoken.
The words were "Can you twerk?"

And if we take our imaginary camera now and shift it out of that house
down the street
to a new street
to a new city
to my street
to my house
to my room
to my laptop
to my e-mail drafts folder
it still screams out the number "1"

And as we stood in the circle of our mutual friends and poked fun at a ridiculous dance craze
something cut through the haze of alcohol that hung in the air in order to penetrate my nostril
and for a brief instant
I was reminded of a tree that I don't think I've even seen in real life
much less smelled before.
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