The Fair County Tale - The Wolf and the Seven Kids

The Fair County Tale

Laijon Liu 20240225

Fair County rests in the heart of soul desire

landlocked by the rivers, mountains and woods

the dewy meadow puts on her timely fashion

bearing the colors of gorgeous, fruits and serene

seasons bring her blossoms and snow

in between her periods of sprouting and gold

a country road leads to the Fair County

an unpeopled pathway to the barter trade

that road leads to the unworldly town

to the land of pastoral, the tumbling meadow

to the dense forest and gurgling brooks

meanders up to the rumbling hills, into the night

cool breeze blankets the meadow and hills

Full moon rises above the overhang cliff

Mrs. Meh’s hut sits by the tumbling meadow

her seven kids graze and romp in the green

lavish tall grass, rich fragrant soil

that gives plenty in sunny and rain

Mrs. Meh rounds up her kids and says:

“the meadow is close to the town

where Sheriff Shepherd serves

don’t go near to the dark woods

the hills and rivers you should fear

heed my words and just stay put.”

Mrs. Meh is bleating busy, making cream,

trimming fleece, sewing cashmere

at dusk, she rests in her rocky chair

reads the puzzle newspaper of the Fair County

Fair County Puzzle Newspaper headline says:

[A New Comer Is Coming To Our Town!]

he is a gentleman sort of fancy suits

a frontier entrepreneur wearing many hats

he knows the deep roots of our tradition

and invents future hi-tech of artful intellect

he is a solo maverick, a head of winning pack

he’ll give us a vision, put our town on the map

he has opened a pawn shop of the folks disappeared

and just bought Moo Dairy, Oink & Egg Farm

he hostile took over Fox Tax Service, Mr. Coyote at Law

he says his humane processing factory only use import meats

he is whistling of love fortune

his enterprise name: World One Landscaping Firm

- He promises he will bring beautiful things for each and everyone of you -

Sheriff Shepherd

Our true best friend serves all his days

still chasing his heydays and bygone days

the one everyone loves and trusts

even for the some of us untrustworthy

his name means the badge of honor

his faith is loyalty and integrity

he becomes a deputy when he hits puberty

guarding the Fair County for her safety

he never backs off, nor backs down

stands tall in deed in the time of need

battle hardened and young at heart

ready to charge on his last breath to fulfill his duty

his pet peeves: don’t mess with his meal

don’t toss a ball and tell him to go fetch.

The Wallow Song

detached from the world and reality

rest in the mire of content and comfort

not to care or worry about any big news

never feel the need of making changes

life as it is, and it can’t make any better

just head down, manage the day-to-day’s

if worse comes to the worst, look around

there many of us rolling on the ground

dreams never happen in our slumber

minds on a blank erases the scenery in our eye

oh, senses only driven by a good appetite

so nothing really tastes or smells that bad

don’t wish upon a pig to take wing

and let all things ride it out in a rut.

The Calling

When you see the moon rising over a cliff

Do you think of me? That I should be there.

When the wind blowing your hair and meadow grass,

Do you feel my presence and my warmth?

We have been thru the woods many times,

I was always there in the shadow, accompanying you.

Into the cold spring you dipped your bare feet, shivering walked in naked,

I was there watching and taking in your scent.

You have stuck in a lonely cabin for too long,

and forgotten you are waiting for a prince.

Lie down now, feel the earth that gives you birth,

feel the heavy breath, and torrid kisses.

Be brave my love, I am coming.

You with me together forever.

The Coming

dust swept up by the wind swirling

hard put life under the scorching sun

seasons of scavaging and shearing

time winds and weaves on the wheel

mills, bakeries, saloon and church

soon sold to the banks and pharmacies

the new comer on the hilltop leading his pack

looking over the meadow and Fair County

his white gloves and cowboy hat

his getup for rumble and tumble

change comes on a coin toss

on the spin of a Colt, on a fast draw

Fair County, a tale of coming

in the flocking meadow by the misty wood.

Note:

this piece is inspired by The Wolf and the Seven Kids.

Mrs. Meh, The Wolf, Sheriff Shepherd and pigs are four forms of human life thru my observation of our society. Mrs. has unique skill of workmanship and relies on the society for protection of her family and business. pigs attitude toward life more of the feeling of pinned down majority lower class of Chinese, unable to change so only to get by, the negative lookout toward their situation in the only they try to survive. Sheriff Shepherd is a stickler, hold on his faith tight, ready to throw himself to protect the public and right or wrong like some artists and writers refuse to act and speak as crowd pleasers, just won’t shut up and make the money to just get with the program. I have all my admiration and love for Sheriff Shepherd, the dog character. And the wolf, new and exciting, he promises you the moon. We the people just get tossed around like a maid marries to Sheriff Shepherd but hold endless fancy when we hear that long drawn soulful howl. There are two magical vocals that kill the best opera, wolf howling and whales sing.

To Learn about the Fear

 

To Learn about the Fear

Laijon Liu 20240219

Being slow to make sense of the world

and eyes are fixed on the will-o-the-wisps

priests in ghostly white robes just playin silly

and travel in a dead man’s wagon, cuddle the corpses for warmth

thru the dark corridors, down off the echoing stairs

you are picked for the hero role on a mayhem stage

skulls rolling like dices, tuning rounds of Russian roulette

legs in boots dancing in the fireplace and peeping eyes in the walls

how about a card game, buddy?

deal the henchman’s dogs and cats’ paws

the nights in the castle, a theme park of horror

and you can’t flinch and you got to stare

that’s how you win the kingship prize

get to hold the princess’ hand and shiver.

 

- The princess' love makes every common man shiver, Her love makes you shiver - 

Note:

there's a great film, The Princess Bride. not related this poem. but the guy has to go thru hell to win her hand.

Princess calls the kid farm boy, and the farm boy replies As you wish.

Confession to the Virgin Mary

 

Confession to the Virgin Mary

Laijon Liu 20240218

My lies cast me down from heaven

and the truth I deny, I refuse to confess

that turned me, a little angel into a wildling

all sweets tastes like bitter berries and raw nuts

and well-dressed am I? Then why I feel I’m naked?

The loving lips I’ve kissed and now I seal mine tight

The hands of mercy took me in twice, sheltered me

but I remained reticent and let the each day get by

the garden in blossom, in snow, my children are grown

I’ve played my role well, not to be much of an ogress

the Virgin Mary still visits me from time to time

I keep my mouth shut, not to utter a word of prayer

let my silence burns, and my shame burns

and I desperately hanging on to my good image

but in my mind I have confessed and confessed

now only to leave my gray hair and ash on the pyre.

- I did open that thirteenth door -

The New Atlantis

 The New Atlantis

Laijon Liu 20240217

The wonderful continent of dream

rests deep in our hearts and ocean

her ancient colossus on the coast

calling all children to her lamppost

children wore fur, rode the mammoths

passed thru an ice bridge into her arms

children piloted warships, off their boats

they were fresh, loud and misbehaved

some were chained there, to the auction blocks

a few entry allowed, to handle the explosives

the last were all sorts of restless and poor

exodused thru the jungle, crawled in thru the fence

Oh My Dear Atlantis, My Fair Lady,

Please pick & choose, say who can stay & play.

Note:

Immigration problem really developed in America and the rest of world in recent 300 years, when a country have enough money and soldiers to patrol its border, the soldiers used to fire warning shots at none uniformed people who sneaking in the border just for the better living. and only the countries government of today can draw exactly the line of the border, but people near the border have freely accessed both part or correctly say that one part of the land since they discovered math system. and the people near the border are mixed race of both nations and languages, they are relatives, cousins.... and border wars happened only in recent century. American situation is a case study because the Europeans the Caucasian races when they migrated into America and faced the real Native Americans (who looked like Northern Chinese Ethnics, Manchurian, people have similar rain dance ritual as shaman nature belief), they voluntarily fall in line and become White people as one race to other races. that creates the false sense of unity of the people by race and the mis-identity of ownership of America. So it used to be White 'race' based government decide who can come legally, in 18th, 19th, 20th century, mainly the old immigrants, the Europeans of all nations, 95% were given legal entry stamps and legal permit of residence and work immediately in effect after they hit the shore and admitted. All they needed were their ids, boat tickets and a piece of letter of their relative or small businessman or church layman. So that's what the origin term of Fresh Off The Boat means. for a few African races, mainly judged by the color of their skin, were the young male and female caught in Africa as the TV series The Root depicts perfectly. The Chinaman, Chinese, of mainly Guangdong province, lured and lied by American foreign corps in China, told a news of Gold Rush fortune, so young Chinese men got on the American business boats off loaded in San Fransisco, and sent to build the railroad. that's called Chinaman Chance, it never means even a Chinaman can join the gold rush, it's equivalent to sold down to the river(black slave fate) and take someone for a ride(gangster saying), there's one phrase even today's American never heard, it's called "Only the Chink Handles Explosive", the PBS did a show 20 years ago, documented how the railroad was built in 19th century. The show whitewashed the phrase, commenting only pigtail Chinese man in a petite figure carrying a plate of liquid explosives jars into the tunnel to set explosive, no Irish, no Sccots, no other race are permitted to do that task. Why I post this content?

The recent trend of immigration crisis, or border crisis, or so called invasion, and Yahoo, mainstream media, some famous American white based podcast hosts really sell it as a crisis that the rest of the world of people mainly non White trying to sneak in and fuck American up. They hand pick camera focus on a few criminals and post unattractive Chinese prostitute face to paint the faces of most law abiding migrants who are here for the better living as the Europeans of the past, but they are all blocked by the visa office, then the fence, the border patrol, labelled as sneak in thru the window not invited thru the door, well, the door is just made to shut for them, they are considered lower race compare to Europeans by the American government set and built by the descendants of European Settlers. The whole US Immigration Policy is to allow European in and the other races out for 200 years. Chinese couples with marriage certificates of New York City still have to undergo grilling session of the immigration judge to see if they marry for immigration. then it's fake marriage. when the players are not White, the era is changed, are now Chinese and other races, suddenly the game rules are changed. I believe marriage is for many reasons. I mean who really marry for love today or ever in the past, not even in the fairytales, do catholic church match European princes and princesses by their feeling toward each othe? Since human couples learn the marriage ritual, well they may just do it for rosy pussy, barbie face, huge fucking cocks, for muscle, for crown, for a house and servants, for a coach or wheels, for a castle, for a free piano and lessons, for professor's salary, for award winning prestige and talents, for a bag of rice, for two kids and a goat, for a city residency permit, for a green card of the New World....men want things of woman; so the woman asks her man to get her things she wants, if there is extra feeling grows later, that's just a extra bonus points. True love never ends well, Romeo Juliet and Titanic. I mean I fuck and marry the aliens and I don't care if they were grey or green or without a female sex organ if they can get me on their spaceship and propel me on a light speed to see another galaxy, and what's the business of the US immigration office care if the US government produced authentic marriage license that need to get another examination? How Racist Is That?! 

Like the famous American Podcast Man Joe says, even the black are angry that the migrants are given the resource of housing, food, money... but not to them? :) I am sure some of American think if they are born and bred in a brothel, then they become that brothel owners. So they have rights to discriminate and select and deselect other according to their appetite to tell who allowed to be in or out. they ridicule and say well we America always receive and get the cream of best sorts(real meaning a piece of work) when they read the news of a few stupid migrant kids doing crime. Those bad kids watched too much <<The Godfather>> and <<Gangs of New York>> movies :), and the poor ugly Chinese women from the rural watched The Immigrant film and learned a few catwalk style to make a few dime by serving the people that classy American think of them as yak! untouchable! The worst are the non White group that have watched film <<Far And Away>>, Irish Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman just bought boat tickets to America and in the end getting a piece of free land, and the real Native American standing around there seeing Tom Cruise and bunch of White men marking the land with their flags, they were dumbfounded and gobsmacked, I don't know which word is more exact.

last year I wrote a letter to New Yorker Editor email asked to do a lengthy piece of American Immigration article, to really digging into history the mainstream trying to forget and cover up thru the years, because when we really learning the history, the real facts with charts by races by percentages, we can see the matter clearly and be able to come out a best solution to solve the crisis we together have created.

This poem is an update to famous American sonnet: The New Colossus, composed in 1883, for Staten Island Statue of Liberty to welcome the European migrants on the Arrive then Accept policy, in the back drop the Congress passed the Chinese Exclusion Act in 1882 with votes 201 to 37 and 51 abstentions. Chinks were just toad-face to them, and they were not really many that time; and not only one time I read some American post on Yahoo calling the undocumented migrant children as droppings as to pigeon shits to call canceling the birthright citizenship that Trump is selling this unconstitutional ticket to his base now. a few years ago they said Muslims are all terrorists, chanted Jews will not replace us(means "White' race), and All Live Matters(to counter Black Live Matter, this phrase even more wicked because all other races are tricked and dragged in the group to go against the black people, the tactic is called Unit And Conquer, a reverse strategy of divide and conquer, similar to the famous podcast host phrase "even the black are angry now...." :-) if they put half of their time and effort to seriously work on their English composition they can win Nobel or Pulitzer someday) but now they forget because they are too busy to parry off the Latino gangsters and ccp backed Chinese migrants infiltration attacks :) 

I just want to state all the records and watch the racist's expression, like American saying the pot calling the kettle black. the door has two functions: open and shut selectively. by stating this piece history so Americans never forget their roots, otherwise they are so entitled that their kids gonna grow up feel like kicking a chink or lynch a negro some day that's just how things were done in the great old America. Writers, Poets, Reporters should have elephant memory. the content like this will be rejected by all mainstream media because they want to powder American faces, we are all barbies, we are all kinds and color of beautiful people. But there are ugly old chinatown man faces that even their own race young women avoid to swipe left on Tinder, and those minority faces exist and always appear in the corner of the camera shot at each Kodak moment to just ruin the perfect American Image that staged and projected by some racist people with their best efforts, -oh, it flops :-)

Mr. Whiskers Says It's All Gone

 Mr. Whiskers Says It's All Gone

Laijon Liu 20240211

 

Mr. Whiskers is handsome and swell

he's cute and charming, mysterious and lofty

he sits by the window, looks out all day

the cathedral nearby with marvelous stained glass

"oh- that full jar of lard!" he said to himself

"so smooth, thick, milky and yummy!"

a few licks of that magic yogurt

he was wearing a top hat on the rooftop dancing boogie

when the jar got half full

the lard wobbled like nebula in space

and then it was empty, All Gone!

he meowed, purred, suited up his tuxedo and bow-tie

Now, the red maple leaves falling like rain

and Mr. Whiskers will show ya how it was all gone.

Frog Prince

The Frog Prince

Laijon Liu 20240210

 

In a cold damp castle he dwells

to serve his exile of solitude and silence

his lump body sits by that big indoor pool

he meditates on almost every turn of his past

the dark water reflects like a black oval mirror

showing his misfortune and hopeless present

his sorry look disgusts & disturbs even himself

his strange bulging eyes staring at each still moment

he hops forward slowly, leaves a trail of wet stains

those bad experiences follows him like a tail

a few times of the day, he can't hold still

so he dives into his image and wishes to never surface.

Listen! A sweet girl's singing echoing above

suddenly a golden sphere falls into his confined space.