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[flakfizer]

The Adjumma (The Eagle)

She clasps a bag with crooked hands;
Near the platform edge she stands,
Snapping her gum like rubber bands.

The subway train comes into view,
She thinks she sees a seat or two,
And like a plow she pushes through.

[The Great Toad]

Corea Corea Sparkling bright!
In the Shadow of Dokdo's Sight.
What Immortal Brain or Mind
Could grasp your unknown mindset?

ok you can finish it my muse has atrophied

[polonius]

So much depends
upon

students
studying

glazed with un-
knowing

beside the foreign
teacher

Adapted from "The Red Wheelbarrow"

[flakfizer]

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as...me.

The me there in the looking-glass
I always bring to English class

The me I capture on my phone
When I'm sitting all alone

The me that's showing every tooth
Inside a photo sticker booth

The smallish face, the big, round eyes
The flawless teeth, the nose so high

Only God could make a me
Well, God and a little surgery.

[Arthur Dent]

[tomato]

I think that I have never seen
A student like a hangukin.

A student with his fingers prest
In Teacher's gluteus maximus.

Who watches Dooly flicks all day,
Which teach about five words to say.

A child whom we in Summer bear
To extricate from Mother's hair.

Upon whose bosom rice has lain;
With kimchi mixed with barley grain.

Lesson plans are made by me,
And taken quite capriciously.

[ppcg4]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don't like sitting on the floor to eat
And neither do you

[ESL Milk "Everyday]

This is the way my brain ends
This is the way my brain ends
This is the way my brain ends
Not with a bang, but with endless amounts of repeating the same @#$%dam sentences over and over and over every day until I am no longer capable of creative thought.

[IMF crisis]

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
The air here is orange
And the sidewalks are too.

[GreenlightmeansGO]

Apparition of Hangukin gathered round;
Copies lined, all stencilled-out

[Arthur Dent]

The Stubborn Men (With apologies to T.S. Elliot)

We are the stubborn men
We are the proud men
Stumbling together
Headpiece filled with potatodrink. Aishhh!
Our sharp voices, when
We yell together
Are loud and echoing
As bus horns in traffic
Or Halmonis feet over stomach leavings
In our wet streets

Form without meaning, shade in two colours
Paralysed system, gesture as one;

Those who have bumped
With direct eyes, into Han�s kingdom
Remember us - with gall � not as hosts
Rustic souls, but only
As the stubborn men
The suborned men.