Vertebrates Dwelling in the Cities, a Poem

The wildlife, invading into the cities, because we were the ones, taking their, natural habitats, away first!  The effects of us humans, invading into the natural world here…translated…

This is Either a Double-Blind or a Single-Blind Experiment

The Hamster in the Laboratory Have No Clue

Before the Dawn Breaks, He’d Dreamed about the Exercise Wheels

His Cheeks, Full of Seeds

Like the Twitching of the Infantile, with Eyes Wide Open

Almost Couldn’t Take

The Confusion and Bliss that are in the, Now

this is, what’s happening in the N-O-W! With their natural habitats being, destroyed, they, MIGRATE to where the foods are, where WE live! Photo from online

Like the Homo sapiens Who’d Stumbled to Walk Upright

Headed into that Cold Mist

He Will be Digging, and Hoarding

Whether it There’s the Antidote Hidden in the Ground

The Parrot that Showed Off its Crown

Using that High-Pitched Voice Like an Objector

Complained in the Anguish Upset of that Young Child

Not Toward the Conditions of Global Warming Nor the Virtues

He’d, Eventually Adapted to the Concrete Jungle

As the Winter Days Sun Made its Wing Flutters Halted

bringing the hunting season to us all-year-round…photo from online

A Lesson to Demonstrate to the World Begins

He’d Pried Open that Garbage Can Covered in Dews

Picked out the Crusts of Toasts, the Peels, and Chicken Bones

Made a Jambalaya of Dawn that’s

Lost its Persistence, but Still with Enough to Withstand the Wears & Tears

And so, this, is what wildlife looked like, living in the, cities, they ADAPT themselves, to eating things that aren’t their, original “regular” diets, because we humans, are invading into their, natural habitats, forcing them, to ADAPT to our ways of, life!

The Support Palestine Protests Became a Wildfire, Biden May Follow the Footsteps of Johnson

Just like during the Vietnam War Era, as the protests back then was ongoing, Biden could, stay a bystander, but now, he can’t, he needed to make a stand, and, which side he states he is on, will be the, determinant of how much he will, lose the elections coming up in November…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

Supporting Freedom of Speech, and Criticized the Anti-Semitic Beliefs, The New York Times: the Democrats Had Offended the Younger Generations of Voters, Giving the Guns to the Republicans

In the U.S., Columbia University students started protesting against the Israeli in the Palestinian-Israeli Conflict, this reminded us of the 1968 anti-Vietnam War protest in Columbia University, back then, the president of the U.S., Biden is a law student not too far from Columbia University, studying in the law department of Syracuse, he’d selected to be a bystander back then, but this time, he can, no longer be, a bystander.

The Students Rebutted: Anti-Israel isn’t Anti-Semitic

Toward the protesting students in Columbia University, Biden criticized Anti-Semitism, but the students stated, that they weren’t, anti-Semitic, only against the Jews setting up a country, against how the Israeli government was, massacring the Palestinian civilians, so long as U.S. continued to provide the weapons to Israel, Biden will continue being the target of the, protests.  Back in 1968, Johson from the Democratic Party had, lost the election because of the anti-war protests of the students, Biden, who’d been, compared to Johnson quite often, can he, avoid having the same fate, befalling, him?

The New York Times reported, the students who occupied the Hamilton Hall of Columbia University were chased off the premises by the police on the thirtieth of April, and in April of 1968, the anti-Vietnam War protest students took the exact same hall, at the time, Biden was about to graduate from the law department of Syracuse, he’d recalled later, that protesting, using the mottos, and wearing the dyed shirt wasn’t his style, “I’m a law student, in my sports jacket”.  Biden didn’t get drafted, because he had severe asthma.

Fifty-six years later, Biden can no longer, stand by.  Many of the universities across the U.S., the students expressed their anger of the attacks on Gaza by Israel, and Biden became one of the targets of the students’ protests too.  This is an election year, Biden needs to handle the politics of American university campuses with great care, to NOT walk in Johnson’s footsteps.

Biden Nicknamed “Genocide Joe”

The past few days, Biden was really careful in speaking, he’d supported that the students have the right to exercise free speech, at the same time, he’d, criticized the anti-Sematic sentiments toward the Jewish students.  But, Biden became, hated by both sides, the supporters of Palestinians called him “Genocide Joe”, even the supporters of Trump, his presidential opponent began referring to him as such as well.  The Republican politicians blamed him for being too weak toward the students in protests, and Biden tried his best, to avoid criticizing the students in protests himself.

After the protesters occupied Hamilton Hall, Biden didn’t immediately comment, instead, the WH spokesperson, Kirby criticized, “This is unacceptable behavior”.

with the protesters behind him, he’s still “not at liberty to comment”…photo from online

The New York Times points out, that the protests supporting Palestine puts Biden into two political dangers, of one, the left of the Democrats may drifter farther from supporting him, especially the younger generations who’d voted him in the last election, and the younger generations ARE, the key determinant of whether or not he will get reelected, again.  Another, it’d given the Republicans more justification to state, that the one who’d messed up the federal government of the United States, as well as international relations is Biden, NOT Trump, this may cause Biden to lose the support from the undecided voters.

Compared to four years ago, the voter support of under age thirty slips very quickly for Biden.  Based off of the Harvard Youth polls in April, Biden’s support dropped to forty-five percent, Trump with thirty-seven, and at the same time back in 2020, Biden was ahead of trump by twenty-three, percent.

The Younger Voters May Switch to Voting for Trump

The Democrat campaign manager stated, that they have faith, that the younger generations of voters will come to the polls and vote for Biden, because the younger generations cared more for the issued on abortion and economy.  And besides, the college semester is ending soon, and the authorities expected that the protests will calm down more or less during the summer vacations, if Biden can help push forth the ceasefire of Israel and Palestine before school starts in the autumn, then, after school begins in autumn, there won’t be any more protests.

here’s one, from the, “cartoons section”…from online

But, you can’t rule out yet how the Biden supportive Arab and younger voters, that they may not come to the polls at all, or switch to voting for Trump, to punish Biden.

In the past, Biden had been compared to Johnson, both had been vice presidents, were agile in pushing forth the amendments, with outstanding results, and now, Biden is stuck in the exact same predicament as Johnson was back then.

Since the start of the Israeli-Hamas War, the Israeli military had continually bombing the Gaza Strip, causing really high death rates among civilians, to the point of blocking the humanitarian resources to enter into the region, causing the Palestinians locally to suffer in despair.  Biden could NOT restrict the PM of Israel, Netanyahu, and continually providing the weapons to the country, making those in the U.S. who’d sympathized with the Palestinians see Biden as an enabler of the war.  The Israeli-Hamas War had severely impacted Biden’s campaign now, if Biden can’t stabilize the situation between Israel and Palestine, then, he may well, become Johnson, in failing in seeking his, second, presidential term.

And so, the WAR became, a SUICIDE for the president of the U.S., because he did NOT want to offend anyone, because he wanted to, maintain his, neutral standpoint, didn’t matter how he felt personally, because he IS, the president of the U.S. right now, so, everything he does, is, being, watched closely, which makes it even harder, because of how the U.S. stands on the side of Israel, because the U.S. had been “friends” with Israel for, how long now?  Despite how Israel is, attempting to, WIPE out the people who are Palestinians.

Paternal Love

How children are, connected to the fathers, who work away from the homes, to provide for their, families, translated…

The celebration of the temple is about to, start.

The noises, the cars, the assortments of busyness, boiling, bubbling up.

I’d loved being in the midst, looking closely at the faces, making the sketches.

Closely examining the characters the performers portrayed, the delicate colors painted, the masters, the guardians, to the various deities’ characteristics, their, duties, to make all those, different looks of the faces, like they’re all, actually, on earth, watching over the people.

As there was a temporary break during the painting of the faces, there was a little girl, who’d, barged in, leapt into the arms of the man who’s had his, face, painted.  But he’d portrayed the soul collector from hell, and, isn’t that little girl, fearful of, him?

It’d reminded me of an actor, he’d, stayed away from home, filming long term, and finally, he’d found the time, to go home.

He was unsettled, thought that his two-year-old child wouldn’t, recognize, him.

the photo fo the father, gazing lovingly into the eyes of his, young daughter, captured by the writer…courtesy of UDN.com

As he saw from a distance, in the park, his young, leaning on his wife’s shoulders, he couldn’t help himself, but rushed forward to them.

And, soon as the child saw him, the child started voicing out “daddy”, then, spreading his arms, wide, open.

Just like that little girl, whose smile expanded across her face, welcoming her father, who’s, hidden underneath that, painted, face…………

Sure, certainly, there’s, love in the world.  The warmth, are constantly, all around us.

This is on the connectedness of the father and the child, and unfortunately, this doesn’t happen regularly enough, and this can only be found, in the working class families, because the children are usually, maturer than other children their age, and, they’d, appreciated their parents more, because daddies are working hard, to keep us all together, to make enough money for us to live off of.

An Offline State of Being

In the grander perspective of the world, we humans are, nothing, more than, specks of, dusts on earth…translated…

Being alone, I’d felt, crowded already, yet, I pushed myself, into the, crowd of people, getting closer to the world’s happenings…because, I can’t, help, my self.

Am grateful that the years didn’t, abandon me, giving me day after day after day.  I’d, lived off of the light smoke in the afternoon, the wind became, a whole other, season.  I’d faced the wind, my clothes, expanded, rustled, pretending that they’re, all that.

All around the world, am I only, a bystander, or an, onlooker?  The wind and I, were merely, passersby, those clouds adrift, they’d all, gone astray, not to be found again.

what this world consists of, some many things that are, bigger than, we or us…artwork by the writer, from UDN.com

Asking me the meaning of life, googling it, and you will see.  The joys and funs of life, must be logged off, going offline, to discover.

The heatwave, that cat dozing off, out of the doors of the super convenience shop, hearing someone chimed into the counters, “a coffee please, an Americano.”  That’ll be, all right?———ahhh, the night had, come, the moon of the start of autumn sat, huge and bright, and, the man looking up at the moon, his will is, shrinking.

And, we all felt, that the world revolved around us, until we get, waken up, that the world does NOT turn for you, and yet, we still, act like that this world revolves around us, why is that?  Because we’re, too, self-centered, and this is going to cause us all, to suffer as a, species for sure!

Keep ME, Satisfied…

For starters…EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, G-R-O-S-S!  Get AWAY from me, you PERVERT!

Okay, got that, out of my, “systems” here, so let’s, begin now, shall we…

Keep ME, satisfied, yeah, like you C-A-N???  With WHAT, huh??? That large, DICK of yours (stay away from me you PERVERT!!!)?  ooh, what are those, two, tiny little, round-shaped thingies, hanging to the “side”???  Exactly.

Keep ME, satisfied, I’d much prefer those MEN, with the four legged, wagging tail (I’m now, more “open” to the kitties, but still not yet, completely though…), that I can train to respond to my COMMANDS of: sit, stay, down!  I say D-O-W-N!  Now, roll (that’s short for roll-over!), PRETTY (for “sit pretty”…)…oh, and HEEL!

Keep ME, satisfied, you can’t, because I don’t get high (don’t even!) like that, nor am I, “visually inclined” like all you, mother @#$%ERS (maxed out!) out there, who can’t resist a real live woman like me (still am, but I’m also, the MAN too here, so!!!).

Keep ME, satisfied, you won’t be able to, because, like I’d been, in my, INFANCY stages of life (back when I’d needed that “dinner AND a show” at “feeding time”???), I get bored easily, and lose my interest.

So no, NONE of you, two-legged, @#$%S (maxed out???) can, or WILL, keep ME, satisfied, and besides, I am god damn QUEEN, and, as the QUEEN (don’t ask of what realm, of what QUEENDOM, or “of where” either!), I know that I do NOT need T-O-A-D-S, ogres, PIGS (that’s what you all are to me), CHEATS (you’d seen one you’d seen ‘em all!) in my god damn, already, @#$%ED up life here.

Arrested, for Protesting, P-E-A-C-E-F-U-L-L-Y!

WTF (let me just start with that, ‘k???)!  ONLY in AMERICA too, and you call yourselves (still not one of YOU out there!), the land of the FREE???

Arrested, they all were, for, PROTESTING PEACEFULLY, across the university campuses, like during the Vietnam War Era (and no, still wasn’t “around” YET!, so I wouldn’t know, EXACTLY what went on then, ‘k???), but I imagined that back then, the arresting officers, feel “threatened”, that the CROWDS were, gathering (after all, the MASSES are HUGE, too huge to, dissipate!), and none of these, students were doing anything ILLEGAL (and let me tell you, WHAT illegal “looks” like: if one of these protesting college students took a homemade BOMB, like say, a MOLOTIVE COCKTAIL, or so I’d heard that that’s a, “bomb”…and THROW it, into the registrar’s office, and someone DIES from the EXPLOSIONS!), they were, only, sitting in, like in the sixties (was it now, during the bus boycott of the southern states in the ANTI-SEGREGATION movement!), and, because the university feared that a RIOT will break out (which it hadn’t!), and so, the State Troopers, the local police are called, to “standby” just in case…

here’s a video of that, off of YouTube, this is in UT-Austin!

And, the students hadn’t even done NOTHING (so???) yet, and, the first punch gets thrown (and nobody cared WHO threw it!), and then, RIOT breaks out, and, that gives the officers standing by, JUSTIFIABLE reasons, to ARREST these, originally, PEACEFUL sit-in protesters.

That would be, what FREEDOM looks, like, in the United States of America, land of the, NOT-SO-FREE anymore, because we the people, can’t even “voice” our upset, over how the government that ruled over us, misbehaved itself…

The Father-Daughter Pair on that Bicycle Trail

The tale of the father and the daughter, how he’d, taken care of her, loved her, unconditionally, translated…

I have a preferred way of exercising, I’d often, ridden my bicycle around the neighborhood, I’d ridden all over the bicycle trails locally, mostly, these trails are, separated from the sidewalk for pedestrians and the flow of traffic of motor vehicles, with almost nobody around, the wind gentle, very, leisurely, I also got to, take in the sights of the fields, and, it’s no wonder, that this trail is, often populated with those who’d come out to exercise by walking or jogging.

like this, father-child pair…just to see his child, smile…photo from online

One day, at the “Pump Trail”, I saw a tricycle coming in the distance, that nostalgic look of it, with the brightly sprayed on colors, it’d caught my, attention.  As the tricycle came closer, I saw a girl in a sports cap, and dark glasses, from the posture she’d sat, and the looks, I suspect she may be a handicap person.

And the one riding the tricycle was older, close to my age, wearing a t-shirt, in shorts, sneakers, from his dark complexion and plump calves, I’m inclined to believe, that he must’ve been, ridden the tricycle a long, long time, to get his dark complexion and bulky muscles.

There were the rest stops of the bicycle trail, the tricycle stopped to rest temporarily, I was just running across the stop, with that curiosity, I’d asked this, “stagecoach”, how he’d come to own this, odd looking, tricycle, and who was he chauffeuring, around?  Turns out, the young lady he was lifting is his youngest daughter, severely mentally retarded, with the severe sort of scoliosis, she’d gone to special education school from her elementary all the way to high school, when she was younger, she knew how to call out “dad”, but, with the atrophy of her brain, she’d, not talked these days.

He originally owned a pickup to take his youngest to and from school, but during Typhoon Morakot, it’d, gotten, drenched and, became junk, so he’d, custom-ordered this, tricycle with the seats; after his youngest graduated from high school, she’d needed someone to watch over her, and he can only, quit his work as a janitor at a local college, and start working as a, full-time, dad.

caring for his handicap child…as both the parent and the child, ages…photo from online

The original tricycle didn’t have the covers over it, after two kind souls learned, they’d come all the way from Tainan, to install the covers, and they’d not received any payment, nor left any contact information, their acts of kindness, were truly, amazing.

The youngest couldn’t sit still at home, when she’d felt upset, she’d started, slapping herself, rammed her head into the walls, and so, he could take her out every day to divert her attention, to see the sights, their tracks covered almost all of Chiayi.  And now, as he grew older, he isn’t as agile as he used to be, but, so long as his youngest daughter is happy, he will, chauffeur her until he couldn’t do it anymore, and their story, touched me.

After this, short conversation with me, he’d, peddled on his tricycle, continued onward, looking at the backside of the man, I was totally in awe, such an, amazing, father!

So, this is, the dedication, the love and the care this man showed to his own, daughter who’s handicapped, and, it showed, how it takes, even MORE, energies, to raise a child with the mental decapacitation up into adulthood, and these children, will in turn, become their parents’, aging companions when they’re, older too.

Pause in the Broadcast

On how no matter how long it’d been, the grief is still there for us to, experiences, and these, “special occasions” hit the, hardest!  Translated…

When I was preparing the meals, taking care of my young, when I’d needed to mop up the floors, I would, put the radio, on, the soundwaves would then, disperse through the room, and, my children and I became, afloat—in the oceans of my, memories then.  Being in the waters, our skins were, completely, opened up, the messages we’d caught: yesterday, today, tomorrow, like at night before they go to bed, are filled, with the Taiwanese business service ads, that opened up to my winter and summer vacation memories, with that bag on my back, the radio loved to take me to my grandmother who’d been dead and gone a long, long time, I’d told her, “I’m a father now!”; like the afternoon at Central Broadcasting Radio, that announced the Summer Olympics in Seoul, in the Garden New City Community that I lived, the Uncle Chiao I’d met, as I’d stayed with my not-yet-married youngest sister-in-law’s home, he’d come to Taiwan by himself back in 1949, missed out on his own children’s coming of age, that summer, I’d stayed with him to listen to the games, and heard him told me stories of old.

the loss that will, never be, forgotten…photo from online

My thoughts became like the jellyfish, afloat, like that last Christmas morning news radio program that turned the world, upside down, “………this year, the Bethlehem Church will NOT set out any decorations…to place the Baby Jesus in the Stables over the Rubbles, Baby Jesus Born on the Broken Down Walls………”, I’d thought my heart had, stopped beating, like the first, the second, the third fetuses, with the heartrate, suddenly, ceasing to, beat, like my once, unspoken wife, can’t find any words………….At this timed, in that, place, Children’s Holiday, Mother’s Day, and Next Christmas, how do holidays like these, continue to get, celebrated?  While, what I am working on right now, got halted, temporarily.

This is on, how the memories of the DEATHS that impacted you, halted you, right in your, tracks, just when you thought you’d, moved on, you actually, hadn’t, and these particular occasions will always be, the hardest for us who’d lost children have to handle, because, we’re already, reminded of how our children AREN’T here anymore, and on these special occasions, we’d felt, grief attacking us, even, harder than it does, compared to any other, days of the year.

The Honorable Newspaper Deliverywoman

On work ethics, and there’s NO jobs that are, too, small or unimportant…translated…

I’d been a paid subscriber of the United Daily News for more than two decades, that honorable delivery person, when from a young girl, to an, aging, woman, from getting married to having her own daughter, and her daughter, having a son, she still, kept up with the newspaper delivery job.  My respect for her is genuine, she became more like a friend to me, for over twenty years, we’d met up every single, day, even as the pandemic began.

She’d told me before, that delivering the papers is nothing simple, no matter the weather, she’d had to get up early in the morn, tying the papers up by the bundles, sorting them, then, placing the papers into the designated subscribers’ mailboxes.  And she only has four days off for around the Chinese New Year’s, and, a lot of people can’t stand this work that required them to wake up bright and early, with almost NO days off in the year, within a few days of signing on, then they’d all, escaped.

Take my house for instant, at eight sharp, the paper is here, I’d returned for my morning run, began sweeping off the fallen leaves in my yard, she’d come.  Sometimes when it’d rained, worrying that the papers might get wet, she’d wrapped them up with a plastic bag, then, tossed the papers in; because she is extremely skilled in throwing the papers in, they’d always landed right, on my front steps.  Sometimes, I’d, not seen the papers, and called her to inquire, and she’d told me to “look under your car, or over  the cloth racks”, and certainly, I’d found, although, there were, so many subscribers, she’s, always correct in answering the people’s, inquiries, she has excellent, memory.

come rain or shine…photo from online

When her daughter married, she’d especially called all the subscribers, letting us know, that the paper would come a little bit late on the day.  I’d told her to not bring it by, if she’s too busy, that she could deliver it to me the following day, but she’d still, delivered the paper to me on her daughter’s, wedding day.  There were a couple of times she’d been injured in the car wrecks, and tried finding someone else to deliver the papers on her behalf, and one time, it was the owner of the papers who’d come to assist in the deliveries, and he’d told me, “I can’t not come, the deliverywoman is more nervous than I am!”

And, where can we find this sort of a newspaper delivery person with this strong a work ethics these days?

And so, for this woman, this is, no longer, a job, but she’d made it into a sort of a calling.  This is a really simple and small work, and yet, this woman takes her work so seriously, and that is, commendable, and if all the employees can have HALF of this woman’s work ethics, then I imagine, that the enterprises, the corporations, will all be, flourishing.

The Suppressing of Pains Long-Term Turned Traumatic, the Justice Systems Only Offered Slaps on the Wrists for the Perps, Most of the Victims Made to Re-Experience the Traumas

The need for a safe environment, to disclose, to tell what happened to them personally, is needed, but unfortunately, the society isn’t, as, kind, so the victims of these crimes, will, continue to, suffer…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

There’d been one right after another and other cases of children and adolescents’ sexually illicit videos gone viral of late, the victims are traumatized psychologically, lived their days on eggshells, the assistant director of the Taoyuan Psychiatric Unit, Lee pointed out, the victims who’d been traumatized like this, normally responded by exerting signs of anxiety, depression, a distrust of the world around them.  Lin, the certified counselor told, that most of the victims hid their traumas too deeply inside, the justice department’s giving the perps slaps on the wrists, hurts the victims even more.

and this still does NOT help! Illustration from online

“So of the victims who’d gotten their sexually illicit footages secretly filmed and posted online, these footages may still be online to this, very day!”, Lee pointed out, these victims suffer from a greater psychological impact than the those who’d been sexually assaulted in the past, from before, there’d only been a limited handful of those who’d watched the footages, and causing the victims the pressures; and now, the images and videos get passed around on the social media, to the point of getting posted like the online pop-up ads, or maybe, the pornographic sites got hacked, and the personal data passed online, causing the individuals’ personal lives being, impacted too.

“In another country, maybe someone can recognize a victims!”, Lee pointed out, compared to the past, the images that were recorded without consent, is carrying an everlasting effect, not only would the privacy of the victims get invaded, the traumas for the victims are, unimaginable to the ordinary persons.

Lin told that most victims would experience the acute symptoms of posttraumatic stress, feeling unclean, with the repeated nightmares, blaming oneself, or hating oneself, without the needed social support, the victims may suffer from long-term effects of PTSD.

Lin pointed out, most of the victims buried their pains too deeply, if they don’t speak out about the pains, or deal with the traumas, the individuals may start fearing intimacy, to the point of their personalities start distorting, and, most of the society, the members of the society’s fearing the discussions or the encounters of these experiences, not known how to handle, the justice systems, only giving the perps slaps on the wrists, it’s, another brand new forms of, emotionally assaulting the victims.

this will work, ONLY IF everybody is, nonjudgmental…photo from online

Lin said, to help these victims get away from the nightmares, there’s a need to create a safe environment for them to heal from their traumas in, step by step, by telling the experiences, to help heal their injured selves, and this requires the entire society to work together on.

This showed, the importance of a strong social support systems for the victims of these, heinous crimes, and unfortunately, because most of the society still gets into the automated mode of blaming the victims, even IF it’s the PERPS who are to blame, but that’s how the mentality works, that makes the healing process, that much more difficult than it should be.