You were all the chemicals I crave
A cocktail of all the elements
I couldn't refuse
Tall, dark, and nerdy
That's how I described you
To my best friend and she laughed
Those eyes
And a penchant for swearing
And American Spirits
A bad boy
A light-weight
And a snuggler
Co-existent in a Starcraft lover
Creating covalent bonds
At the bar over whisky
Losing ourselves in time loops
And infinity
I corrected your grammar
And you grinned
And I fell
Knowing that the Force was strong with this one
Too strong to resist
And I swallowed my heart
Like Ms. Pac-Man
The first time that we kissed

Go figure that a Jedi
Would fall so hard
For a Sith

there's a game we all know
that has a Monopoly over us
that doesn't take a dice to throw
nor a score to plus

its the game of Hearts
sometimes complex like Draughts.
a game of straight flushing and great blushing
in spates of gushing or candid Candy crush Crushing

sometimes there's:
star crossed Starcraft lovers
two-per scenario Super Mario Brothers
and the game's
a Tetris tete a tete
a dual duel between two beating chests
each with a Chess set missing a King or Queen they've yet to get
Romeos and Juliets
though they've only just met

and other times;
we're just trying to Connect fo(u)r two seconds for once
in this scrabble scramble through life
Risking it all in the Trivial Pursuit
of trying to fit in the Sudoku
by following some pseudo social cues
of the games creator
that says we're failures
if we're not in 2player

china white suits you best
on some strange day, you’re stranded in a desert
and i’m proud, you're brave and tall, you in that shirt

neither of us is a believer,
but i put my faith in you

we both know:
god is in the branch of trees, god is in your flimsy blue veins
a tiny silver speck in the blue yonder, and there i'll be
i'll have my eye on you

you’re fighting aliens again, sweetheart,
like in starcraft, they're somber and green and gray,
isn’t it strange that we might share the same dream,
despite being miles away?
you’re stout-hearted, but i think

you don’t have to be there
right back there christopher ray
you don't have to be there

A warm and joyous afternoon
in mid-summer.  My father and I
check our fishing line.  Rays of light
glisten off the newly purchased rods.

In the sparkling Starcraft fishing boat,  
the electronic fish-finder flashes with
potential victories.  All the while,
the fish are frolicking, blissfully unaware.

My father, with his lure-decorated hat
and great wisdom, instructs me
on this maiden voyage
on top a massive, shimmering lake.

And all the fish jump
at the chance to be
my first triumph.  We watch
and wait.  Silently.

A warm and joyous afternoon
in mid-summer.  My father and I
check our fishing line.  Rays of light
glisten off the newly purchased rods.

In my mind
a yellow one speed, black banana seat and chrome ***** bar,
leans casually against unpainted drywall
a turned hip’s width from a paneled Caprice Estate
a car so big, all three of us could sleep in the back
lined up straight, sharing a thin plaid blanket, musty pillows
Starcraft popup in tow.

Wind still roars through the top of bare Pocono trees
comforting coal smoke swirls, stinging
as I step inside the kitchen
foggy and warm, formica and maple.
Zippers clack rhythmically,
slapping time in a softly rocking dryer,
steel cake cover rattling along.

Next to the oven
the growth chart is still there,
plotting our course by order of birth
pencil lines scratched in wood
awkward spikes upward, sudden stops
sooner than anyone expected
the birthday ritual faded
we stopped growing up and began fading out.

Did we leave it behind?
To be sanded smooth, a somber start for a fresh family
with their own journeys to take
Fears to face
Growth to plot
Dreams to form
Or will the bike always lean and the coal smoke always swirl?




Mark W. Meehan, PhD
February, 2017

Ang Crim. sa puso ko ay parang Hathoria ng Encantadia
Pula ang simbolong kulay nila
Narito ang pinakamaraming lipi sa Encapsudia
Hitik sa mga nais maging mandirigma

Ang Crim. sa puso ko ay parang Zerg sa Starcraft na laro
Pula ang sagisag na kulay ng mga ito
Layunin nila ang magtanggol at magserbisyo
Kung ang Zerg para sa kanilang imperyo – ang mga pulis para sa kanilang estado

Ang Crim. sa puso ko ang nagmulat sa akin
Na ang mga alagad ng batas ay dapat idolohin
Higit sa paggalang, sila ay karapat-dapat huwaranin
Sapagkat nais nila ay maglingkod at prumotekta sa atin

Ang Crim. sa puso ko ay parang Zerg at Hathoria
Dito ko nabatid ang matinding puwersa
Nag-aalab na layunin para sa kapwa, nagpupuyos na mithiin para sa bansa
Salamat sa mga taga-Crim. na aking nakasama!

-10/23/2017
(Dumarao)
*a tribute to Crim. of CapSU-Dumarao

Ang TED sa puso ko ay parang Lireo ng Encantadia
Bughaw ang simbolong kulay nila
Narito ang mga Sanggre o dugong bughaw ng Encapsudia
Danaya/Dela Cruz, Amihan/Arriola, Pirena/Penson, Alena/Araneta

Ang TED sa puso ko ay parang Terran sa Starcraft na laro
Bughaw ang sagisag na kulay ng mga ito
Nais nila ang pangunguna at pamumuno
Nasa dugo ng lahing tao – katangian ng pagiging ****

Ang TED sa puso ko ang nagturo sa akin
Kung paano ang pagiging **** ay tangkilikin at mahalin
Mag-aaral higit sa lahat ang dapat unahin
Responsibilidad sa klase ang dapat atupagin

Ang TED sa puso ko ay parang Terran at Lireo
Dito ko nadama ang pangarap kong totoo
Ang maging tao na makaguro, ang maging **** na makatao
Salamat sa mga taga-TED na naging bahagi ng buhay ko!

-10/23/2017
(Dumarao)
*a tribute to TED of CapSU-Dumarao

life is so difficult out here in the stars
the rain drops come through the windows
and cover the whirring electronic devices
that are not happy to be wet
at all
i **** out **** poems too like pretty often
are you writing a poem?
yes
starcraft 2 was a game of the past
now i hear the whirring of the tower fan
whirring out and making a better than sound
equal to
look at the face= defeated
lets talk about poetry sometime
and gg
beautifully done
a couple of days agone
five years
scowling cat be gone
******* family doesnt allow for
and it's ok
sorry to be not
i see
sorry to be
and