Suchoon Mo_

Freshman - 828 Points (1932)

Suchoon Mo_ Poems

1. In An Abandoned Temple 5/19/2006
2. Come To Aspen 6/29/2006
3. He Painted The Same Sparrow 7/1/2006
4. It Is Snowing Outside 11/27/2006
5. Distant Mist 11/7/2007
6. Two Fortune Cookies 1/3/2008
7. Museum And Department Store 2/28/2008
8. Baboon And Poet 2/29/2008
9. A Baboon And A Poet 4/26/2008
10. Noah's Flood And Automobile Repair 4/26/2008
11. Shrimp Mantra 8/29/2009
12. Sunyata 9/1/2009
13. By A Perfumed Pond 9/2/2009
14. Opera 9/19/2009
15. Awakening 11/20/2009
16. A Woman In An Airport 12/3/2009
17. Two Hands Of Clock 12/8/2009
18. A Bowl Of Soup 12/12/2009
19. A Paper Boat 12/12/2009
20. Night Scene 4/8/2010
21. Foot Prints 4/17/2010
22. Mary Magdalene 4/19/2010
23. Sesquipedalian Tragedy 5/4/2010
24. Wild Flowers 5/25/2010
25. Sentimental Cremation 5/25/2010
26. Ramen Carmen 6/8/2010
27. Nobody Seemed To Know 4/26/2008
28. A Sutra For A Seeker 5/8/2008
29. A Nude Artist 5/8/2008
30. A Drunken Cow Hand 5/9/2008
31. A Howling Hermit 5/9/2008
32. Santoka's Shadow 7/11/2008
33. Gross Domestic Product 7/13/2008
34. She Never Sat By Me 7/13/2008
35. Going Home 8/22/2008
36. Progress 2/1/2009
37. Rain And Enchilada 4/19/2009
38. In Santoka's Shadow 4/20/2009
39. Love In The Mortuary 5/11/2009
40. A Place Unknown 5/27/2009

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Best Poem of Suchoon Mo_

Such Good Friends

Such Good Friends

they were friends
good friends

they became old
they were still friends
still good friends

their wives died
their children went away
their cats became senile

just two old men
just two friends
just two good friends

one evening
as the sun was going down
they made a vow
that they would come
to each other's funeral

one day
one died
and both went to each other's funeral
they were still friends
they were still good friends

Read the full of Such Good Friends

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

this Christmas eve
three Buddhist monks go trudging
over the frozen snow

towards a distant Catholic church
in the darkness of starless night
for the bright midnight mass

their own temple is bleak and cold
and the dozing Buddha doesn't give a damn

- Optimum Poetry, August 2018 -

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