Foggy Moon Tuesday

we found him when he was a strayed alley cat and dying from starvation and bug bites

we brought him home as one of our own

we called him mewmew, BéBé, at home

we named him Spyder for his vet's visits, and in case he might need an official name for school purposes too, one day.

he was a total brat for all his life, but for who-knows-what reason he turned into 

the world's sweetest sticky ol' fart Babe during his later-day-saint period 

(no, nobody in our house is mormon)

o, lo, we missed him so

Horror Has A Name           Richard Chu © 10/23/2009

                                                  Revision – 11/29/2011

Horrible horror,

I felt it, The Death, once again, was looming large

like a giant shadow growing in a brilliant sunny day

Knocking on our door, once again, in such urgency

And certainty

Stretching far out its ruthless tentacles

Like a giant Octopus, it was ready to make another fetch

For its today’s fresh catch

So ugly and so unbearable,

so quietly and so irresistibly

It came…

For its claim…

With no excuse, nor mercy

Or any false pretense at play

It simply came and went with another one of its preys

Without a word,

Or any apologetic hesitation

It came

And fetched one more life to its pen of trophies

…………..

Defeated.

So I surrendered

To its ever expanding power

I knelt on my knees before its feet

Begging for its mercy:

Please allow him to live for another day…

With no avail…

We could only painfully watch it taking what it came for

Before our bare eyes

Our hearts must’ve been bleeding

I must’ve made it too easy for its unfathomed desire for the deadly game

Broken.

I turned my back and became

Blind and deaf

I made it easy for its victorious day,

Letting it have its way

And snatched away

Mewmew, Our number one cat, Our only BéBé –

- Without even a fight

A life, departed,

Two worlds apart

Horror has a name.

the morning moon

richard chu ©11/24/2010

yesterday morning, 6 o'clock

the moon hanged yet high
above the pacific sky

like a chunk of rock
breaking away into the space

lost its universal dock

Horror Has A Name

Horror Has A Name

Richard Chu © 10/23/2009

I felt it, The Death, once again, was looming large,

like a big shadow in a beautiful sunny day,

Knocking on our door, once again, in such urgency,

Reaching far out its tentacles,

Like a giant Octopus, it was ready to make another score

For its today’s fresh catch

So ugly and so powerful, so quietly and yet so irresistibly

It came…

And it came…

With no excuse, nor mercy,

Or any false pretence

It came

To claim another life of its prey

Without a word,

Or any apologetic posture

It came

And took one more

life for its newly polished trophy

…………..

Defeated.

So I surrendered

under its ever extended power,

I knelt on my knees before its feet

Begging for its mercy.

With no avail…

Letting it take what it came for

I made it easy for its needs.

Surrendering,

I turned my back and pretend

To be blind

I made it easy for its day

Letting it take away with it – without a fight -

Mewmew, the cat, our first child –

A preciously cherished piece of

Our All-Precious-life-as-a-whole…

A life, departed and separated

And broken,

Apart.

They scraped clean the moss in the backyard the other day
the day I was feeling foggy and dopy
for the most of the day

Moss sneaked back again this morning
after a cool foggy night of dripping and dipping

Stealthily stubborn
Stubbornly annoying

And obviously as sober as I have been since
the day they tore down the yard fence

Jaeka

Can I share with you
©Rhyme Child / September 18, 2006

Can I share my sorrow with you
Would you hear the murmurs in my heart
If I tell you about our sweet dog, Jaeka
and the lasting dialogue we had
in our last minute commune with her

Can I shed my tears beside you
Could you see the lights in the crystals
when I need you to hold me still, my love
while we are singing our silent hymn with her
filling in the final piece of her perfect circle on earth

Can she hear us like I can you

"One journey ends, another begins
Awaiting is a new birth of a new you
in the heavenly world beyond

You're our sweetest thing
and our always love
You're forever young
...."

May I share my empty-ness with you
Can you feel the crowded-ness in me

Would you understand if I tell you
that I have transpired
all my tears into many crystal-lights
enlightening the new path of a fresh fire
in her After-Life life

Can you see the lights in the crystals, my love
Can you find your way, Jaeka

The Hawaiian Half-Full Moon

Chapter One

We are sure in our guts that we see
his spirit or soul, like a thin smoke,
ascend.
From the foot of the woody back hills
into the half-mooned sky
over the warm Hilo tide...

which ebbs,
in a native Hawaiian accent,
and stabs,
shamelessly...
like a drunken sailor gone mad,
into the side of the peaceful silver beach sand.

Or,...
Is it the clouds in our welling eyes?

Under a sea of simmering stars,
like two hapless parents just lost their most loved child
we sob, aloud, in silent grace
feeling nothing but sorrow inside,
over our old Earl Grey's
new death.

He's The smartest cat we have ever had.

Chapter Two

Still like yesterday, we remembered,
he came in to say goodbye
in our half-awake dreams

No pain, nor sorrow
he just sat there in the silent darkness
No tears, nor cries
only affectionate stares we exchanged

We were glad he's gone gracefully in peace.

Still so vividly the spirit of his often returned
riding the cool breezes of the Southern Pacific Trade Wind
into our insomniac dreams
while the night's deepened

Farewell, we said, be well Earl Grey, our child
while he remains, as always, silent
as mute as the half-full moon fallen
atop the distant quarter-mile-high mountain

It's impossible, we acknowledge, to have him once again
rubbing our thighs during the days
licking our faces at nights
and pulling our hairs
whenever we're in a chair

Or, play with him again the pin-pun game
for the old times' sakes...

O...
We shall be delighted to have him again
night after night
sleep against our sides
as it has always been
ever since the day he was only a little bitty bean.

Chapter 3

A Song Of Silent Words

There is a song keeps playing
in our head
We can't just make it out what it exactly singing
It's a song of silent words.

There is a picture always displaying
with no playhead
live images of Earl Grey in his hey day
He's never dead
Only taking another journey in another world.

It's like almost a melody of a reality
that contains no real entities
but forever eternity.

In the rolling live show We sees
cascading mountains and many seas

We sees we are seeing him playing
live
with his darling sister Darjiling
his childhood pal and company for life

We sees they are live in their old days
They touch noses they change notes
They run and chase and they wheel
on, and on...

They groom they rub and they wanton
Nothing to dare or fear
All is cheer

Life as usual
Everything is real

As real as the big sea
As far as We can see.

There is a melodic song in a lively picture
always playing...
keeps turning the wheels
within.

We begin to sing
without
aloud
to the song of silent words.

--- The End (or, never) ---

Half-Deaf Journals

chapter one

Above the gray sky in the violence of solace
a crow flies
a flight of no effort in the silence
of supersonic speed.

drawing traces of ripples only in a man's mind of stillness
while he cries
to the wilderness of emptiness
above.

Beneath the subconsciousness
like the moss upon an seasoned old tree
i crawl
upon a journey to the known futures of uncertainty
a designed destiny by the divined broken promises
sticking in my craw
like a snake swimming upstream the cripple creak
i fall
every step i take
heavily back into the downstream
beneath.

while i can still hear in the roar of solace
of his deafening supersonic silence
in my other ear.