88 Poems By Cho: A Sojourn of Thoughts and Stories
By John Cho
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88 Poems By Cho - John Cho
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7 Days in Paris
Narrow, uni-directional roads,
Less than 3 feet wide sidewalks,
Compare that to the wide boulevards
Emanating French monarchial power
In urban design.
Day or night, along the Seine River,
An artist patiently sketches his work,
Hawkers sell green bottled beers and 1 Euro water,
People stroll or scurry along engaged in conversation
Amidst a backdrop of party boat music and odors.
Icon of Paris, the Eiffel Tower,
Ten armed police check visitors’ bags,
Night lights transition the tower from blue to red to sparkling,
Irish soccer fans dress in green with yellow trim
While the Turks brandish homeland flags in victory.
Neighborhood park with colored playground equipment,
A barefoot girl of 4 declares independence from the Queen Mother,
While a father and son share a ping pong game,
Urban kids pet farm animals brought in,
People rest on a small sea of grass.
The Louvre, an art collection extraordinaire,
A Mona Lisa surrounded by tourists and shielded by glass
She smiles anyway,
From the headless Winged Victory to a carved African herbivore,
Contrasts abound like the McDonald’s near the exit.
Cathedral of Notre Dame in Reims,
Guardian gargoyles perched and staring down,
The Head Holder cradles his head in the east tympanum,
Inside, one can see stained glass and the Joan of Arc statue,
French kings were coronated here, I bought a memorial coin.
The Michelin lunch close to the Seine,
Petite portions to whet one’s appetite,
Attentive servers to treat us like royalty,
Things in 3’s, desserts, hours, etc.
Nice ambience overlooking a park.
The Catacombs, resting place for 6 million,
Descend into the Parisian underground carved of limestone,
Stacks of femur bones with rolls of skulls held by concrete,
Emblazoned t-shirts, Remain calm, because we will all die,
Why do people pay to see this?
Versailles, King Louis XIV lived here,
From hunting lodge it evolved to the abode of the Sun Emperor,
Royal opulence flaunted with sculptures, portraits, and ceiling paintings
The tourists are in an assembly mode
Meaning keep moving along to the No Return
exit.
Palais de Tokyo, museum of contemporary art
Like the collapsed wall of broken bricks and pails to catch dripping water
Or the panty hose stretched as decor for the coffee shop,
Or the video of an angry man yanking on a cord,
Good art needs some emotional content.
People of Paris, a kaleidoscope of humanity,
Smoking women, as in cigarettes
Panhandlers that look average or not homeless,
Machined gun soldiers, always in trios,
And Singaporeans on work assignment, but don’t speak French.
Images to the airport departure,
A stretch of South Asian businesses,
Syrian women on the freeway island dividers,
A store front with only 2 English words, Sex Store,
Finally, the grateful Uber driver when I tipped.
8 Elements of Happiness
What makes us happy?
Some prefer the who,
If happiness is a compound,
Then it is made up of elements
Like in high school chemistry,
Try my eight which are not prioritized.
Number 1 could be
Religion as a way to see the world,
Shouldering a wrapped box
Of thoughts to believe in,
I have no religion,
shouted the atheist man,
Fool, that is your religion,
replied the anointed one.
Number 2 could be
People like the ones we interact with,
Good are the ones we like,
Bad are the ones we avoid,
Social creatures needing to bond,
The last man on earth would kill himself.
Number 3 could be
Work or what we do,
It defines us in multiple ways,
Dress, language, contacts, routines,
Forty hours or more every week,
Hey, don’t forget your paycheck.
Number 4 could be
Money spent to achieve
A comfortable level of consumption,
From a dinner in a fancy restaurant
To the plebian fast food
Or the car that projects you.
Number 5 could be
Values which matter to us,
Pause and think,
Why do our values differ?
What you care so much about,
Others don’t even give an F.
Number 6 could be
Health which is better than being sick,
Another thing just expected to be
Until it swims away while we drown,
Call the lifeguard with the binoculars
Who watches while we wave.
Number 7 could be
Activities that occupy us,
Whether imposed or by free volition,
They all consume time,
Just like sand falling
In the inverted hourglass.
Number 8 could be
Expressions as in communication mode
To channel thoughts and feelings
To others or perhaps one’s self,
Do they want to understand?
Well, how about you?
The 8 Elements of Happiness,
They weave and dance,
Disparate and integrated,
Conjoined as a mixture
Of magnificent magnitude
In an intoxicant brew of delusions.
9 Stockade Gully
This is the lost poem,
Putting together my 88 poems,
This one had disappeared,
Searching without success through
Documents, composition books and Drive,
So now the lost poem becomes
The last poem.
Jiuzhaigou, the Chinese call it,
Equivalent to our Yosemite
In that thousands visit per day,
Different in that no private
Cars are driven in,
People line up for buses
Which deposit them along
Various stops in the gully.
Shuzheng Waterfall,
A cascade of water spills
Across the level top
About 50 feet high,
Not like the huge ones
At Niagara in New York
Or the Victoria in Zimbabwe,
This one is almost human scale.
Clouds that skirt the mountains,
It is in the summertime,
My seasonal escape period from
Work as a community college instructor,
It deals with the elevation
About 6 thousand to 14 thousand feet,
If the heavens are shrouded in clouds,
Then you can imagine being in proximity.
In the translucent water,
You can see the toppled logs
Submerged just below the surface,
Closer to the shore,
The rocks are indiscernible as
Being above or below water,
The telltale sign would be
The ripple I see in my photograph.
The warning sign with the
Exclamation mark inside a
Yellow triangle telling people
Do not leave the path
Of the wooden plank walkway,
The message is written in 2
Other languages besides English,
Chinese and Tibetan.
Mirror Lake
Is just like its namesake,
The lake reflects the mountains
Or they are kind of small,
The hills that abut its shores,
My proof is only this,
I flipped my picture upside down,
My weak eyes could not distinguish.
Finally, the most amazing part
Was the color of a pond,
I would only be able to describe it
As blue green but super clear,
For the rocks are totally visible,
I have never seen that before,
Maybe I never will again
Unless I choose to return to Jiuzhaigou.
A Question?
A consortium of three
Martial artists with
Over 100 years of
Experience tethered
Through study,
Instruction,
And experimentation.
So a question posed,
When you expire?
How much of your
Knowledge goes
To the grave or urn?
Meaning any or no
Worthwhile disciple.
One master’s retort,
No one has appeared
To absorb sponge like
Or by osmosis
All my wisdom and skill,
I am willing to teach,
Where are the students?
Master #2 raised his hand,
Spread the five fingers
Not of death like
In the 1970’s kung-fu film,
But demonstratively
To represent different
Students know portions.
Master #3 had no reply,
Blurting out
Nonsensical trivia
About this and that,
Can you not answer
A direct question in
Mathematical purity?
Well, maybe knowledge
Is both concrete and abstract,
Changing like a chameleon
Hiding amongst the leaves
Which change in colour,
That’s an English spelling
To the time of the season.