Pete's Poetry

Sitting at Starbucks

Posted by in A little Burst o Truth, Caffeinated Contemplations, My Travels, Poems

(this is not about Starbucks the ubiquitous; it’s about a certain place, certain personalities, people that know my drink and have my mug at the ready, people that are happy to see me — that Starbucks in Itaewon central, that Starbucks is gone now…) Every day, laptop laden, I make my way to inspiration way, a soft-cushion destination for some deep-seated thought. Sitting at Starbucks, half aware of the chatter of the chit-chat girls And the coffee shop gangnam guys The table circles The pseudo art, the big green sign…read more

…like the theatre
and dancer’s passion
and tragedy
and despair.

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Everyday is a Journey
and the journey itself is home.
~ Matsuo Batso

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lest thou must in fear conceal thine own little Achilles heel.

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A Missionary Man’s Monarchy

Posted by in My Travels, The East

An Ode to Allen

Steeped in 500 years of Confucianism
The heritage of a dynastic Yi hermitage
Indoctrinated its population in the prism
Of expanding stasis, getting on in age.

Here begins the story of Horace
As he happed on the hapless case
Of Kojong and his hermit race
In a time of encroaching barbarians and Yi’s passing grace…

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