When a joke about the moon hoax is taken too seriously — Matthew Wright

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There’s an old joke about the Moon landing hoax conspiracy. You know: “Sure it was a hoax, but they got Stanley Kubrick to direct and he insisted that they had to be on location.” I thought everybody knew that one. It’s an oldie but a goodie that suitably lampoons the lunatic fringe who imagine the […]

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Haibun: War is Never Civil

united-states-of-america-flag-905191 — Photo by **Gerritt Tisdale** from **Pexels**

Some arresting civil war portraits,
they are not easy to share.
Two young men posing awkwardly,
bow ties for battle, their absent smiles
due to the long exposure.
A picture may say a thousand words
but raises profound questions too.
It’s brother versus brother,
one in blue, the other in gray
and no quarter will be given,
courtesy of sponsors miles from the front.
There’s no fear in their eyes,
only the vacancy of open fields.
They will show allegiance to their flag,
let’s hope it protects them.
Both think their causes are just,
but many have come this way
and many more will follow –
in the name of liberty.
Their country may need them
but is it theirs?

These faded pictures
Forgotten names of young men
Sacrificial pose

copyright Francis Barker 2020

*To the uninitiated, a haibun is the combination of a prose poem and a haiku.

Poem: Tethered

The sodden flag won’t fly in the rain
no matter which way the wind blows
They’ve hung it upside down
without thought or care
except to state some kind of patriotism
their piece of earth
which they can still call home

I could tell them I suppose
let them get to know
their pedantic neighbour
who only speaks to complain
like all the other tethered goats
staring blankly out at swelling puddles
which spoil the well tended lawns

Tanka: Which Way The Wind?

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When a joke about the moon hoax is taken too seriously — Matthew Wright

Haibun: War is Never Civil

These faded pictures
Forgotten names of young men
Sacrificial pose

Poem: Tethered

The sodden flag won’t fly in the rain
no matter which way the wind blows
They’ve hung it upside down
without thought or care
except to state some kind of patriotism
their piece of earth
which they can still call home

I could tell them I suppose
let them get to know
their pedantic neighbour
who only speaks to complain
like all the other tethered goats
staring blankly out at swelling puddles
which spoil the well tended lawns

Tanka: Which Way The Wind?

Where is this heading?
Where have I been before this?
Some things I don’t know
Wind causes the flag to wave
but no one can see the wind

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These faded pictures Forgotten names of young men Sacrificial pose

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The sodden flag won’t fly in the rain no matter which way the wind blows They’ve hung it upside down without thought or care except to state some kind of patriotism their piece of earth which they can still call home

I could tell them I suppose let them get to know their pedantic neighbour who only speaks to complain like all the other tethered goats staring blankly out at swelling puddles which spoil the well tended lawns

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Where is this heading? Where have I been before this? Some things I don’t know Wind causes the flag to wave but no one can see the wind

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These faded pictures
Forgotten names of young men
Sacrificial pose

The sodden flag won’t fly in the rain
no matter which way the wind blows
They’ve hung it upside down
without thought or care
except to state some kind of patriotism
their piece of earth
which they can still call home

I could tell them I suppose
let them get to know
their pedantic neighbour
who only speaks to complain
like all the other tethered goats
staring blankly out at swelling puddles
which spoil the well tended lawns

Where is this heading?
Where have I been before this?
Some things I don’t know
Wind causes the flag to wave
but no one can see the wind