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MARK RIORDAN Apr 2017
WILL WE HAVE WAR
WHO CAN REALLY TELL
WILL WE HAVE PEACE
OR BE BLOWN TO HELL


THE LEADERS WILL CHAT
WITH DISCUSSION AND DEBATE
CHATTING ABOUT OUR FUTURE
AND MAN KINDS FATE


OUR HEARTS ARE HURT
OUR SOULS ARE DESTROYED
COME ON DONALD TRUMP
NUCLEAR WEAPONS DEPLOY
OUR WORLD IS ON THE VERGE OF NUCLEAR WAR WHAT THE HELL HOW THINGS CAN ESCALATE SO QUICKLY
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
OH DEAR NORTH KOREA
THERE IS A NUCLEAR THREAT
THE U.S. JAPAN AND CHINA
HAVE AN EACH WAY BET


KIM JONG-UN IS CHALLENGING THE WORLD
COME ON NATIONS LET PLAY
IF WE ARE TO DANCE
WILL WE HAVE A NUCLEAR DAY


WHAT CAN WE DO TO HOLT THE THREAT
AND BRING THE WORLD TO PEACE
COME ON KIM JONG-UN WHY DON'T YOU WATCH
OLIVIA NEWTON JOHN IN GREASE
KIM JONG-UN IS CHALLENGING THE WORLD AND OUR RESPONSE WILL DETERMINE THE FUTURE.
Homunculus Jul 2016
A few days ago, North Korea said that the imposition of sanctions by the United States amounted to an open "declaration of war" and went on to state that in response to military exercises to be carried out by the US and South Korean armies, that they are "fully ready to cope with them with nuclear weapons any time,” Okay. Let me just make one thing abundantly clear: these jokers have been talking this game for the last four decades, and it has all amounted to precisely nil

As regards Kim Jong-Un, I will ask that I be excused by my reader for the brief detour into contemporary African-American Vernacular English that this piece will now take. (crack knuckles, clear throat, hawk phlegm, adjust junk) Dear Kim: You ain't ****. *******, and your little ***** *** on some old *******. You ain't ****, you ain't never gon' be ****, and you never was ****. Furthermore, you ain't standin' on **** but a failed state and a fast-fading personality cult. All we hear is talk, talk, talk, talk, every year from you and your decrepit, syphilis riddled father before you; and quite frankly, it's getting old. Boring, even.

Do it, we dare you. See what happens, you glorified, overfed man-baby. You blurry greyscale xerox of Mao's bloated corpse. You, who have mistook a flimsy house of cards for an ironclad fortress. You naked emperor. You, whose very 'empire' is the deformed and emaciated plant which reluctantly sprang from a salted and desolate earth. You, whose 'hermit kingdom' constantly shrinks toward zero while the entire world watches, laughing!

We rest assured of the emptiness your threats. We can topple your house of cards at the flick of a wrist. In one fell swoop, our elite tactical urban forces will subvert and destroy your poorly trained, weakly organized, and honestly pitiful excuse for a nation. Why, if we wanted it, you'd be gone in a New York minute. And don't even try to come at us with tough talk about nukes. *****, we been had nukes, and here's the thing: ours are bigger, better, and more numerous than yours. You push that button, and we bomb your sorry little ***** back into the stone. You EMP us, our allies bomb you for us. Bearing all these considerations in mind, I once again reiterate:

WE AIN'T SCARED OF YOU. COME TEST US!

(drop mic, walk away)
But in all seriousness: There's just something deep down in the collective consciousness of this country, perhaps even humanity generally, that secretly yearns, that requires, desires, and *pines away* for the glorious spectacle of the theater of war, isn't there? Something in us seems, beneath a surface layer of fear, to ask, nay to *implore* with all the swaggering braggadocio of a drunken frat boy: "Fight me. I dare you. See what happens." That subconscious, primal need to attain brute superiority in outward, tribalistic displays of dominance projects itself onto the global stage: But how, then, are we to understand this mechanism, and what are some of its consequences? Upon closer inspection, we will find the practical consequences of this act to be twofold. On the one hand: By generating this spectacle, the media are able to use it as a tool for maintaining within the public a mixture of frenzy at one pole and detached complacency at the other. By giving them a violent conflict to participate in vicariously, the war at once (a) creates for them an abstract, nationalistic identity, (b) sublimates their violent impulses, and (c) distracts their attention away from the material conditions of life in the country where the spectacle is being broadcast; effectively stifling the imperative to rebel against those conditions where they might otherwise have been taken as unjust. War pacifies, war stupefies, and above all war unifies. On the other hand, the previously mentioned tendency to outwardly display dominance serves as an effective means for geopolitical elites and those striving to be such, to affirm reaffirm their hegemony on the world stage by making ****** examples of those that would presume to cross them. In this regard, there is perhaps no greater or more apt an example than the twin bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in the second world war.

There is much more to be said about these matters in seriousness, but for the sake of brevity, I leave it here.
Caroline Jul 2016
My eyes swell from just thinking of that place.
I've grown in love of that place.
Its people, the subway stations, the city lights, the food, music, and everything in between.
I didn't want to leave.
It was too soon.
I needed more time.
I thought, can I just not show up at my flight?
But I did.
I did, not because I wanted to but because I had to.
And now as I walk around, I'm reminded of the wonderful moments I had in that place.
And I keep thinking, is it possible to have a separation anxiety to a place?
This is about my trip to South Korea. I didn't want to leave. I feel in love.
Ronald J Chapman Mar 2016
You! are my sunshine,
To love you is to love a place,

A thorny rose!
You smell so sweet, sweet as a cherry blooming the spring,

Your thorns hurt my heart;
Love is Sharon's rose.
A red rose that lights up my life.

You who reminds me of an impossible past

In my life, I watch red sunsets.
Waiting for! My dream to come true.

Shifting sands,
Memories never are erased,
Lonely song, Arirang, I  love you!

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
50 beautiful places to visit in Korea
https://youtu.be/iYIBB4OAGuw
Ronald J Chapman Mar 2016
Bright yellow sun, you saw me crying alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a beautiful lover of my own.

I don't think I will love ever again.

Yellow sun, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A beautiful lover I really could love forever.

I heard the wind whisper ''Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo."
And then suddenly appearing in front of me,
The only woman my arms could ever hold.
It's you, who I've been searching all my life.

But when I looked closer,
You turned into a Princess dressed in a white gown behind a magic mirror! No!

Oh oh oh...

Why are we half a world apart and separated by half a lifetime?

Bright sun, now I'm no longer alone,
Looking with a sad heart, without a beautiful lover of my own.

To my heart, I must be true.
A sad day will never empty my heart again,

We go together,
Like the gayageum and haegeum, playing Arirang.
Remembered forever through time,

Dreaming of us meeting on a warm April spring day half a world away,

I'm loving, loving, loving you.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
The music video shows the traditional Korean musical instruments gayageum and haegeum with the artists playing the folk song Arirang.
https://youtu.be/fmQOsXI1Dlc
Ronald J Chapman Feb 2016
Like tossing a pebble into a pond,  
My long ago memories reflected slowly,
In each ripple of sunshine,

A Fresh breeze whispering lovely songs to me,
From times long past,

Every misty morning sunrise brings hazy memories;
Memories that traveled from a distant time and place,

With eyes wide shut, I dream of times long ago,
Thoughts of today's sadness and yesterday's happiness,

Seasons' change, the fragrance of kimchi and coffee remain,

Waiting some day for the sun from my past to warm my Soul,

It's just like, daydreams of your first lover,

I'm waiting to touch you again,
That we can make new happy memories; Memories that will last for eternity. 


Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights
Ripples On A Pond musical "ÆSOP"
https://youtu.be/b0tOqckMAVk
Ronald J Chapman Feb 2016
These cold days remind me a warm place,
Like a fire burning in the fireplace,
Memories stoke the fire burning in my heart;

Memories of working in the rice and barley fields,
Tea fields where white jasmine flowers bloom.
Singing songs for everything,

Memories of the cold air swirling around me,
Gave me chills.
Wife and children, love and hope to warm my bones.

Writing these words about my impossible past,
A past that exists in my dreams,
The place I praise every day with words.

You know that even when dark dust blankets the land,
Heavy rains will wash away the dust,
And bring high, bright blue skies.

I see the young traveling this land today,
Some happy some sorrowful,
Always singing,

Singing songs of the past and present,
Binding time and space together,
With strings of silk.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
SOREA Band (Playing modern music)
Played with Korean traditional type instruments dating back thousands of years.
https://youtu.be/-sn4qXBCixE
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