Emergency Along The Japanese Sanriku Coast

Didn’t you hear the siren, the claxon, the bell..!?

Chaos and destruction are approaching

Like a bull-dozer of death from Hell…

The earth starts to shake, with panic encroaching

Into the formerly well-ordered-stable peace

We considered our birthright, our world

Of commerce and fun, where comfort’s increase

Was assured over time, and assumed

Would continue, until a subterranean tectonic crease

Shifted and released the violence which will now consume

All that lies before it -- perhaps sparing our lives…

So hear the siren scream, the claxon squawk

The loudspeaker stressing “Run! Don’t walk!”

And we scamper and limp toward the higher ground

As death’s brown dust billows all around…

We, who now we realize, were the fools

To ignore our ancestors’ warnings not build

On the low lands by the sea,

Which, after the black tsunami has killed,

Will be nothing but rubble and pools,

Testament to the fierce power of Nature,

And its incontestable forces and rules…

We who, wet and shivering, must now

Find a new way ahead, somehow…

Sunday Afternoon Farce

Every pot his its lid,

Even those pots

You think would not...

Every parent has a kid,

But so do goats,

And pigs make shoats...

Every ego has an id,

Nature's tricky way

Of passing on one's DNA...

Every day has its night,

And you can't dream through it,

Try as you might...

Ear Buds...?

I feel lonely, isolated,

Stuck in a boredom vacuum

Without ear-buds mated

Firmly between my skull

And my I-phone,

Or one of its clones...

Poor, poor insatiable me,

Without my fix from the Cloud,

It's unfair and unholy, dude,

Like "no fun allowed"...

I'm crashing-mental affected,

I can't be disconnected...!

Kindle

Nine hundred fifty eight

Literary masterpieces

On my e-book reader,

But no place to re-charge...

Upon Viewing "Avatar" For The 1st Time

A classic Western movie,

Where the Indians

Are big and blue

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Living in trees

Must be cool,

But where do you poop?

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Certain very big & old trees

Are revered in Japan,

Called: Shin-Boku (god trees)

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Couldn't help it, but

With Sigourney Weaver on-screen

I kept expecting the ALIEN monster

To jump out of someone's chest

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I wonder if when I sleep

Someone gets out

Of a control box somewhere...?

Am I an Avatar,

Or am I in the Matrix...?

Will I ever end-up being

A traitor to my race...?

Glass Half Full

There's a cost to interacting

With people, through the course of a day,

Which comes from the friction

Of lives rubbed against each other,

In every which way...

An unavoidable infliction

Of mundane bruises and bumps,

But also hugs and miracles

Which bring smiles, as we take our lumps...

Don't Go To Them For Comfort

Highly intelligent engineers

Are paid to analyze and think,

Yet they cannot calm your fears,

And their bedside manners stink.

Science, facts, and objectivity

Are cast aside by feelings

And adrenalized relativity...

Engineers so honest in their dealings,

Refuse to to defuse uncertainty,

Driving the masses to panic and drink,

And their bedside manners stink.

Smart people like them

Would know to act better,

You would think...

The North Wind At Berkey Field

The ball field, flat and wide,

Lets the wind to blow straight

Across and into my face,

As if pushing me back to wait

And slow down the pace,

Of the walk I was taking to clear

My mind -- find a different place

To remember, reconsider, and sort

Out false assumptions; but then,

I stop on the green turf where sport

Absorbed sweat, hope, and tears

Of soccer girls and football boys,

And realize we are more than our fear,

We will cheer, shout, and make noise

Even if the gods never hear.

Rotor Rooter

A brain plumber is hard at work

Using the synapse snake

And neural auger

To pierce through the blockages

That tired troubles make

And free-up the blogger

To write for his sanity's sake...

Spring Break

A happy time on a good day,

Smells of clover and heather,

A moment of peace in a park

In a spell of good weather,

A placid vernal scene

Fleeting, almost unreal,

Spiritual dopamine

Helping emotions to heal,

Like a cathartic belch

After an awful enormous meal...

Avian Knowledge

The crow drags a green wire

Across the greener grass,

Good support material for building a nest...

But where did the bird inquire

To learn about using wire, and the rest?

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Evening Commute

Walking into a strange night,

Through eerie kooky light,

Under an awesome spooky moon,

Gotta get home soon...

What We Don't Remember

Lessons of history

Are relevant and effective,

But memories of humans

Are spotty and selective.

Monster

Imagine being in the white house -- off center in the photo (taken by some heroic fool) -- watching T.V., or sitting on the toilet, or cooking-up your favorite fry-pan recipe, or making plans for the week-end, or praying, or whatever... When all of a sudden there's a big shake & rumble, and you get settled-down saying it's just another earthquake, and you're picking-up the books that fell off the shelf --- but meanwhile this monster wave rises up above the normally placid beach where you dug for clams and made sand-castles... You never had a chance, my friend...

Nature's Gift

Little purple flowers looking up at me,

Walking to work with lots on my mind,

"Spring is here" they whisper softly...

And although disinclined

To stop, I paused and I gazed

At life's purple hope in a plant,

Which left me happier and amazed...

Iitake Village Song

If you are talking about Grays

That's something about rays,

Which gamma through tissue

Without permission or issue,

And then there's the dirt,

Piling Becquerels of hurt...

Beware floating dust gems:

Milli-sieverts and Rems,

Which slime us in flurries,

Of unimagined Curies...

I laugh rather than cry,

But I can't tell you why...

Tokyo, April Fool's 2011

Glorious spring day...

A gift from heaven

Cherry blossom blooms,

Sprinkled with Cesium-137