a black horse

a black horse

stands by the fence

it can hear

but it can't see

it's a blind horse

it's an old horse

it used to be the fastest horse at the race



A black horse

all alone

its eyes have tears

its head down

its nose cold

its hair long

it is a blind horse

it has seen better days



A blind horse

walks on the grass

sun is soft

birds are away

it remembers the racing days

blind-folded

winds in its ears

it ran like shooting arrow

it's known as black lightning



A blind horse

a burnt out star

an old tale

by the fire place

it can still hear

but it can't see

the blind black horse

stands by the fence

haiku 3--by Louise Zhang

1.
a big tomato
shouts bloody murder through the blender
to a crimson silence

2.
to a roast chicken
oh, Lord, give to each his own death
diner picks up a fork

3.
she rests her cheek
on the page, where an old castle happens
to have crumbled down

4.
when the cat dies
a full bag of its secret wishes
will be completed

5.
winds are blowing
forcing leaves to face their mortality
in a falling rose petal

6.
she avoids cats now
in their inalienable rights to solitudes
she remains unforgiven

7.
an old spinster
is like a single stocking in a drawer
never being matched up

8.
her gluttonous delights
an indulgence in eating donuts, is offset
with a large black coffee

9.
he peed profusely
two ants survived to bear witness
to their world flood

10
time glides into space
old life has advanced into new death
a French challenge

11.
the cat closes its eyes
forcing the world to reckon with
her indifference

12.
black cat Madam Miao
is capable of changing an old woman
into a baby girl

13.
where am I
the boy goes behind the mirror
searching for himself

14.
how far is Heaven
the distance is between the prayers
and the church bell

15.
a romantic soul
the homeless poet recites Rilke in the rain
without an umbrella

16.
the black fat crow
a noisy minstrel, sings to upset
its casual audience

17.
in the last song
of the swan, a death is born
to a ballet story

18.
the curtain of the stage
falls over her eyes, shutting up
the world inside

19.
the world is only
as wide and big as the opening of
his dear little heart

20.
a stone cathedral
holding bishop's penetrating eyes
silently confessional

21.
the cat with green eyes
understands her rhythmic existence
hides out for three days

22.
pregnant with inward thoughts
teapot avails its sprout to the
heated leafy eloquence

23.
the frozen lake
seals all the sounds from the depth
hears an icy silence

24.
calendar on the wall
stares square back day after day
a stubborn insistence

25.
after training, the dog
finds its adopted existence between
having bones and boneless

26.
fleeting intensity
thunder rolls through tree tops, turning
the scared boy into a poet

27.
a full moon hangs low
a dog barks at her bright immediacy
from a balcony

28.
when grandma sees
a cat is taking a nap with a rat
she praises the Lord

29.
if one contemplates hard
yellow pages will turn to deep red
call this poetry making

30.
my black cat lies lazy
watching human dramas acted out daily
nodding, coy and arrogant


31.
freshness after snow storm
fills winter day with spring yawning
a pale green over white

32.
mirror stares back
not to seduce a lover, but to
induce a reflection

33.
old clock strikes one O'clock
the deep aged gaggle of the long dead
a rebuke every afternoon

34.
I open the Bible
angels, pearl gate, a tired ancient God
the Christian Heaven


35.
a bird's noisy singing
recorded by a poet's metered words
immortalizing

36.
an old rusty gate
such a philosophical charm
to stand on its either side

37.
the black cat stays away
too much love from the mistress
without its permission

38.
a pair of homeless eyes
wanders along the contour of houses
finds a door in a Lily

39.
a mop dripping
wet tiredness
against the sink

40.
a familiar face
passes by
stranger

identity crisis-- a comment on a picture sent by a friend

comment: identity crisis

omelette

a small plate of egg
a fried piece of potentiality
a cook's interference

haiku 2 --- by Louise Zhang

1.
silent empty thoughts
what a repose from thinking
muted eloquence

2.
on the TV screen
a girl, killed by a gunshot
followed by an ad.

3.
dry apple chips
preserved sweetness of a harvest
still a green taste

4.
cheese toppings
full intensity of aged vitality
bubbles out over heat

5.
no snow on Christmas
grandpa looks out of window
calling it a white lie

6.
reading Emily Dickinson
mountains answer to mountains
moon stands by the sun

7.
she walks back and forth
measures her poetic pacing
five, seven, and five

8.
red is expanding
insecure in such confrontation
I throw in some green

9.
weightless blue above
brought down to bear on you
myth of gravity

10.
stay in all day long
I babysit my thoughts for hours
break only for coffee

11.
no one to rock it
an armchair stands still and alone
counting empty minutes

12.
on a blank page
ideas did not come, an ant did
but it said nothing

13.
gazing into space
to find black hole full to the rim
with secrecy

14.
a prodigious colour
black cups on white tablecloth
demonic intensity

15.
rocking in his chair
the sea still casts salt on his soul
his nautical beard

16.
one moon in the sky
throws reflection on every leaf
pale multitudes

17.
two cars clash
the forward-thrusting momentum
runs into a limit

18.
with little ecstasy
falling leaves land where winds
swept them over to

19.
another dandelion
in bright, well-heated sunlight
prematurely aged

20.
where is the author
tilling his fields of words
in his unfinished work

21.
can never be alone
when one is emptying his thoughts
into his shadow

22.
the old artist died
the cat did not return that night
unsuspecting

23.
lived as a Bohemian
he followed his ideal as its shadow
and died as one

24.
a huge moon rising
up-directing every pair of eyes
remotely compelling

25.
gas knob turns on
a hissing sound seized by a rage
as hot as fire

26.
feeling like God, he
throws colorful temptations on canvas
exacerbating beauty

27.
boiling pot reports
always assertive in its loudness
its steam escapes

28.
the sun is long gone
taking lights with him to home
a darker reflection

29.
that old broken chair
had seen the birth of an idea
one winter evening


30.
biting into the cake
her old coffee cup in one hand
she deforms an art

31.
alone along the trail
some thoughts fall from the trees
some run to the woods

32.
fog, falling gray and wet
as the first wash on a canvas
lies in wait for the sun

33.
framing the clouds
my window leans over the hilltop
hugging distances

34.
a blue jay
jumps on a fence
drops its shadow

35.
sipping coffee
thoughts get darker
warmer and stronger

36.
his writings
smells strong tobacco
coughs out a sentence

37.
a happy housewife
cooks meals
and haiku

38.
she and death
facing each other daily
one on one

39.
happiest time
lying in my husbands'arms
awake

40.
slow slugs
making wet declaration
on cold cement

haiku 1

1.
an infant, midnight
cries out, gloriously
tender urgency

2.
he picks up anger
to bed, a bitter sweet heart
to cuddle with

3.
a slim moon, new
drops her ancient garment
bright mystery rises

4.
lying perfect still
a flood of muted sounds
deafening my ear

5.
what am I doing
a bird stands on a lamp post
asking the star

6.
the sun rises
an unchanging prophecy
with certainty

7.
with its wings
thousand vibrations
a bird drums

8.
silent night frost
cooling winter pines
a colder thought

9.
radiant waves
travel through nightly air
stars appear

10.
close the blinds
darkness thick as blanket
securely sheltered

11.
a crow crows
suddenly darkness breaks into
a million pieces

12.
on the podium
baton dances up and down
beat the sounds

13.
the hugeness of thoughts
bursts through its tight seams
a drop of sigh

14.
pleasure demands
a labor of willingness from the heart
that lawless agent

15.
brows slowly knitted
into heavy thoughtfulness
a weighty look

16.
lemon tree laden
abundance of yellow gratitude
seasonal sunshine

17.
soft surrender
sunlight to dusky withdrawal
folding the evening

18.
a bee circling
a girl's presence on rose petals
after she smells it

19.
your innocence
in its nightly loud snore
irresistible

20.
in sun's open arms
the cat lies sweet and quiet
entertains no thoughts

21.
writing haiku
the Japanese English poem
thinking in Chinese

22.
frost gathers
all the last night dreams
in its white embrace

23.
the marching night
has chased daylight out of
a cat's eyes

24.
anguish of spring
bursts open all the buds of their
wintry impatience

25.
blooming pleasure
a rose petal brushes a breeze
losing her head

26.
a garden feast
all the birds and worms
come uninvited

27.
rest in love, clouds
lazily stretch in the sky
to east, and to west

28.
grapes on the vines
purple delights hanging heavy
waiting for the church bell

29.
innocent desires
in the gaze of a full moon
who will fall for it？

30.
a pure moment
weeping willow's shadow in the pond
washes her hair

31.
an empty quiet house
ghosts of poetic persuasion
brewing haiku tea

32.
an old blue plate
a fresh bunch of grapes rest
in regal purple

33.
a little ant running
dedicated to its aims
unknown to me

34.
the mouse escaped
after the trap snipped in vain
god bless it

35.
water pot whistles
a happy hissing enterprise
tea leaves paralyzed

36.
solid fresh onion
a daughter of the lily family
sisterhood of pungency

37.
lost in sleep
his heart wanders around
looking for a pillow

38.
peanut butter jar
being invaded every midnight
too creamy to yell

39.
sunlight screams
into dark corners of shadows
hardly audible

40.
no longer remember
silence is bald and tired
lost its voice

John Maynard Keynes wrote to Professior Hayek during the second world war

I should say that what we want is not no planning, or even less planning, indeed I should say we almost certainly want more. But the planning should take place in a community in which as many people as possible, both leaders and followers, wholly share your own moral position. Moderate planning will be safe enough if those carrying it out are rightly oriented in their own minds and hearts to the moral issue. This is in fact already true of some of them. But the curse is that there is also an important section who could be said to want planning not in order to enjoy its fruits, but because morally they hold ideas exactly the opposite of yours, and wish to serve not God but the devil.

Norway and United States compared

according to U.S. government publications, none of the population of Norway is below the poverty line, Norway has the highest standard of living in the world, and Norway has an incredibly low Gini index of 27 for the inequality of the distribution of income. Furthermore, fully 100% of the Norwegian population is literate, and they have a per capita GDP of $33,000.

Compare this to the United States, which “has the largest and most technologically powerful economy in the world”. While the US has a per capita GDP of $37,600, the population lags behind Norway in literacy — 97% — and, more alarmingly, the Gini index for the inequality of distribution of income is 40.8. (Basically, the Gini index is a scale from 0 to 100, with 0 as incomes being completely equal, and 100 as incomes being completely unequal.) Finally and worst, 12.7% of the US population is below the poverty line. Twelve point seven percent, in the most prosperous nation in the world. In other words: although the US has a significantly larger per capita GDP than Norway — in other words, per citizen, people in the United States make more money — the US also has a much, much larger proportion of people living in poverty.