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XIII Jun 2015
I dedicate all the songs I love to you.
But the problem is,
Most of them are in Korean and Japanese!
So you seldom appreciate.
Can do a little Google for the translation, right?
*sigh*
Anyone who can relate as well?
Maggie Emmett Jan 2015
Ms. Cho is so, so sorry
for the unintended worry
and the dreadful social uproar
she created
when she rated
her airline’s services as poor.

But any self-respecting South Korean
would understand the shame
when the macadamias came
not in a china dish
for this salty snack delish
was placed calmly on her tray
the cabin crew would say
resplendent in their jackets
“The nuts are served in packets
vacuum-sealed to keep them fresh.”

Hyun-ah proud and haughty
wagged her fingers, called them naughty
and summoned forth the Chief of all the crew
demanding that he tell her if he knew
if the in-flight rules were being followed
or was it in anarchy they wallowed.
He stumbled and he stuttered
swallowed, then muttered
he’d never thought this matter
was the least bit earth shattering.

“Nuts in a bag, are you insane?
You must be taken off this plane”
True to her word the flight turned round.
Until they landed not a sound
was heard within the cabin of that plane.
He was dropped back at JFK
and after some delay
they made their way again heading east.

But arriving eleven minutes late
Ms Cho had definitely sealed her fate
Notwithstanding Daddy’s power
as the airlines CEO
relations turned quite sour
his daughter forced to go
She lost each and every perk
that accompanied her work
her executive pay
all lost – such is the way.

So, finally in sum
Beware of a Cho tantrum
when you see that charming face
remember she’s a nut case
who in shrill and angry voice
made a devastating choice.

Never change an airline schedule
Never let your plane be late
Never waste expensive jet fuel
Or suffer Ms. Cho’s fate
© M.L.Emmett 2015 The nut rage incident, also referred to as nutgate , was an air rage incident that occurred on December 5, 2014, at John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York City. Korean Air vice president Heather Cho (Cho Hyun-ah), dissatisfied with the way a flight attendant served nuts on the plane, ordered the aircraft to return to the gate before takeoff.
Omar Kawash Dec 2014
Purkyně lux lit lunatics conjure vignettes of geomancy.

There is mischief enchanting the wake: xenophagists fiending tricks.

For invokers, who bathe in moonlight, death is a good nights sleep.
Purkyně is pronounced: pur-kyn-yeh; 3 syllables. Czech.
Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014
Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Worth more than diamonds and gold.
Fingers float above a river of piano keys,
Fingers play music that sounds sweeter than bird's song.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

God sends His glory of song to these fingers.
Fingers play with much love and devotion for God,
Fingers battle summer's Cicada hum and afternoon fatigue.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Worth more than diamonds and gold.
Fingers of mystery; which bring light, hope and peace to all.
Fingers accept the challenge of writing new song.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Words dedicate to the young Korean composer/pianist Chanmee Yang.

In the land which The Lord gave
http://youtu.be/2yFdpVMlXzk
Ronald J Chapman Nov 2014
For a thousand times.
I put on a happy kind of face. But
I travel on in life as a lonely Angel,
I like tasting wine and walking the dogs.

I contemplate thousands of times past.
But when I start to think,
My mind turns straight to forever.

Seeing my reflections in a wavy river,
I look into my eyes,
I think about forever with a smile.

But I think it's the next thousand hours that will make
my life worthwhile.

Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
A thousand days or forever?

I like to use words like 'food and 'travel'.
I like to use words like 'charity' and loyalty'.

But when I stop my talking,
I daydream about forever.

I like to hang out with tequila and soju.
But when left alone,
My mind thinks of forever.

Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
A thousand Days, or
Forever?

© Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
O dear Morpheus, for thy rest be no disturbance in thee?
For thy sole ideas be neither order nor structure in flow?
Fear I sense for thy sacrèd inmost sanctum closes its eye.
This is a Sijo that I wrote one morning after having trouble sleeping. Its language is mostly influenced by William Shakespeare (hence the grave accent).

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
With gestures increasingly erratic with every strike
And punts as constant as ink gliding across ivory
Our vigilant artisan gathers his wisdom on combat's eve.
This is a little Sijo that I wrote to reflect my long-term love for Eastern culture. I felt inspired to write this after watching too much of "Two Best Friends Play Yakuza 4."

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
The unpredictable hour of ebony arrives.
No choice have I but to sustain my absence from my affairs
Till the vastly capricious moment of inconvenience fades.
A quick Sijo written during a recent blackout in Norton, England

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
In an endless corridor of mirrors as clean as snow,
Me and my friends grasp each other with loose open arms and smile
As we dive into the mist of recognition and truce.
My debut Sijo heavy influenced by Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland."

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
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