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(Poem 287 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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“O brawling love! O loving hate!
O anything of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity!
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.” -Romeo, Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare

We contain multitudes:
eloquent silence
good grief
poor health
loyal opposition
loud whisper
sad smile
sweet sorrow
unbiased opinion
seriously funny
random order
open secret
minor miracle
only choice
definite maybe
deceptively honest
clearly misunderstood
civil war
bittersweet
alone together
genuine imitation
impossible solution
intense apathy
living dead
silent scream
same difference
friendly takeover
even odds
cruel kindness
conspicuous absence
cheerful pessimist
loving hate

@Home Studio – 287th poem of the year

Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Romeo and Juliet, 1597. Oxford :published for the Malone Society by Oxford University Press, 2000.

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Dawn

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(Poem 125 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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There always seems to be someone who hates,
whose resentment fills their soul until nothing
else can fit and the surrounding world must pay.
Everyone who endures suffering must decide
whether to heal or hurt, a weighty choice, for it
affects the fate of your trajectory henceforward.
In matters of the heart, as in matters of state,
humanity should remain centered in our judgment,
and the resulting actions must be measured
carefully to create the least harm to all involved.  

@The Writing Barn: Buddha Hall (after watching Dawn of the Planet of the Apes at Greg’s house with Greg and his family, Debbie, Celinda, and David on 5/4/24) – 125th poem of the year

Reeves, Matt, et al. Dawn of the Planet of the Apes 20th Century Fox, 2014.

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My Demon

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(Poem 9 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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My demon
was once a believer
whose heart was broken
by killing
his love.
Could any soul
survive such cruelty
in the name of
Confucius?
Kong Qui would be
offended by
blood blasphemy.
The teacher who
teaches humanity,
filial piety,
righteousness and ritual
as four pillars
of morality
would never condone
violence as a means
to an end.
Is God a homeless
gambler betting on
peoples’ fates for fun?
No wonder love
turns to hate
and there’s always
hell to pay.

@Home Studio – 9th poem of the year; written while watching (and inspired by) My Demon episode 12 “The Savior of Destruction”, one of my current Korean shows.