To the Tune of
The fragrance of the pink lotus
fails, the jade mat hints of autumn.
Softly I unfasten my silk cloak,
Who is sending a letter from
among the clouds?
When the swan message returns,
the balcony is flooded with moonlight.
The blossoms drift on, the water flows.
There is the same yearning of the heart,
But it abides in two places.
There is no way to drive away this yearning:
Driven from the eyebrows,
It enters the heart.
poem by Li Ching Chao
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Sorrow of Departure
Red lotus incense fades on
The jeweled curtain. Autumn
Comes again. Gently I open
My silk dress and float alone
On the orchid boat. Who can
Take a letter beyond the clouds?
Only the wild geese come back
And write their ideograms
On the sky under the full
Moon that floods the West Chamber.
Flowers, after their kind, flutter
And scatter. Water after
Its nature, when spilt, at last
Gathers again in one place.
Creatures of the same species
Long for each other. But we
Are far apart and I have
Grown learned in sorrow.
Nothing can make it dissolve
And go away. One moment,
It is on my eyebrows.
The next, it weighs on my heart.
poem by Li Ching Chao
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Blossoms and My Love
The unusual winter warmth,
Has brought the spring fever in the nature and in my heart,
The pink, purple and white blossoms are blooming all around,
just reminding me of your warm and sensuous loving heart.
How can I compare your beauty with the spring blossoms?
In red blossoms, I see your luscious red lips,
In white blossoms, I see your beautiful body,
The purple blossoms, reminds me of the depth of your eyes,
Closer I get to the blossoms,
closer I get to the God's intricate creation,
Closer I get to your loving affection,
closer I watch the heavenly smiles on your lips.
Under the blossoming tree I walk,
the fragrance fills my love yearning heart,
When I hug you with my sincere love,
your sweet 'I love you' words, fills me with eternal love.
poem by Jay P Narain
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this summer she wears her pink kimono
and she will walk under the pink blossoms of the pink sakura
she will carry a pink umbrella
and she will cross the pink bridge of kokoma
pink leaves on her feet
pink fingernails on her pink wooden shoes
in honor of her love
that never bloomed to complete red
she will sit on a pink bench
praying for pink clouds to drift
on the pink skies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Long Yearning
Long yearning,
To be in Chang'an.
The grasshoppers weave their autumn song by the golden railing of the well;
Frost coalesces on my bamboo mat, changing its colour with cold.
My lonely lamp is not bright, I’d like to end these thoughts;
I roll back the hanging, gaze at the moon, and long sigh in vain.
The beautiful person's like a flower beyond the edge of the clouds.
Above is the black night of heaven's height;
Below is the green water billowing on.
The sky is long, the road is far, bitter flies my spirit;
The spirit I dream can't get through, the mountain pass is hard.
Long yearning,
Breaks my heart.
My Swan, Let us Fly
My swan, let us fly to that land
Where your Beloved lives forever.
That land has an up-ended well
Whose mouth, narrow as a thread,
The married soul draws water from
Without a rope or pitcher.
My swan, let us fly to that land
Where your Beloved lives forever.
Clouds never cluster there,
Yet it goes on and on raining.
Don’t keep squatting outside in the yard –
Come in! Get drenched without a body!
My swan, let us fly to that land
Where your Beloved lives forever.
That land is always soaked in moonlight;
Darkness can never come near it.
It is flooded always with the dazzle
Of not one, but a million suns.
My swan, let us fly to that land
Where your Beloved lives forever.
One Night Stand
Listen, you silk-hearted bastard,
I said in the bar last night,
You wear those dream clothes
Like a swan out of water.
Listen, you wool-feathered bastard,
My name, just for the record, is Leda.
I can remember pretending
That your red silk tie is a real heart
That your raw wool suit is real flesh
That you could float beside me with a swan’s touch
Of casual satisfaction.
But not the swan’s blood.
Waking tomorrow, I remember only
Somebody’s feathers and his wrinkled heart
Draped loosely in my bed.
poem by Jack Spicer
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A Yearning Heart
My heart is a yearning heart.
A yearning heart for more of what it wishes it had
My heart is a thirsting heart
A thirsting heart for what it once had
My heart is a hungering heart
A hungering heart for what it believes it can have
My heart, yearning, thirsting, hungering for.....T. L. O. M.L
poem by Smile Henry
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Tz'u No. 15
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream"
Thousands of light flakes of crushed gold
for its blossoms,
Trimmed jade for its layers of leaves.
This flower has the air of scholar Yen Fu.
How brilliant!
Plum flowers are too common;
Lilacs too coarse when compared.
Yet, its penetrating fragrance
drives away my fond dreams
of far away places.
How merciless!
poem by Li Ching Chao
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Beauty of God's Love!
The love of God is indefinable in beauty,
no imperfections, perfectly perfect,
That enters heart,
Washes all grease of desires,
Cleans the mirror and lenses,
The radiation of Gods love tranmutate all,
Flows through the blood,
Enters all cells and corners of mind,
Light and love make a body feel light!
Then who cares for name and fame,
Where is world,
Where are words, shy and shame,
The name of Lord sung in every cell,
Cell cells of body resonating AUM AUM,
The fragrance of divine love spread in the world,
Beauty of heart felt, opens thousand petal Lotus,
On which seated is billion Sun's bright,
Radiating all over love's light!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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0245 The Sound of The Flute
Listen to the sound of this reed-flute –
hear what it says. First, it laments
its banishment; its tearing away
from its home, its reed-bed. And
this alone, tears at the yearning heart
of all those whose heart feels far from home.
Listen to it.
Then behind its breathy air
is fire – the fire of love; that sound
which tells every love-story in the world,
of lovers, parted, yearning to be
together once more. This flute first
tells of separation; then of unity.
Listen to it.
Do not listen to this dangerous
flute, unless you wish to hear
the innermost secrets of your heart –
the parting and the separation,
the yearning, yearning, for return –
Dare you listen to this story of pain, of love?
Listen to it.
(freely taken from the Prologue to Book I of the Masnavi I Ma’navi
of Maulana Jalalu’din Muhammad Rumi, the founder Dervish)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Moon
Silvery is the big round of moon in the skies
Shyly concealing behind the curtain of clouds
Swiftly the clouds run over her
Utterly glitterly she is back there
A mass of clouds comes to attack her
Goodness! it fails to touch her
Wonder I get a hello from her
A blossom of love opens for her
My heart stretches out stairs high
Her rays touching me say Hi
We share our love conversing a lot
In our way to ourselves whole night
Are you the sort of me?
Sleep well. Don't disturb. She is for me.
Dawn is set. She has gone.
I miss her yearning for the bygone.
People around look at me strangely
How can I tell them everything truly
Our love, passion is all magic
Disclosed once they'll call me lunatic
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A man with a pink umbrella
Pink day
Pink hedge
Pink porch
Pink balcony
Pink woman
Pink ghost on a pink road!
Pink door
Pink hello
Pink dream
Pink sparrow
Pink night
poem by Framarz Bagheri
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An Autumn Letter
I want to write a letter to someone in the autumn
In the Autumn, I see lonely fountain streamed from a deep valley
And want to wet the lonely heart
I write a letter in the autumn night but knowing that cannot be sent in the morning
Now there is a postman who delivers letters in the air in the days and nights
So I am sending letters
I regret but the unsent letters always cry
I send the thread tied letters in the air without stamps
The letters of the poet opens its eyes with holding their breaths
poem by Kyungdae Min
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Sakura Matsuri Cherry Blossoms in May
Sakura Matsuri Cherry Blossoms in May
Last night,
Listening to the raindrops
Pecking on the window pane,
alerting thought
celebrating spring
With lady goddess that makes
cherry trees bloom.
Night enters into day and
Immersed into the gay;
Garden exploes into patchs
Pink and white blossoms
sprinkling pink flakes for
adults and kids to take.
Cherry trees are expecting all…
Don’t you think so?
Pink floral carpet covers pathway.
Strolling under the floweral canopy,
Bloomed strung arm embraces, spraying
Squirts of fragrance on each that passes.
Almedia S. Knight (ASK)
May 2,2009
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Mixed Messages
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
When I get too close to you
I feel the fear, can almost hear it
Then you call me late at night saying can I be with you
I wanna be with you
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
You keep your thoughts to yourself
You keep me guessing while were undressing
Then youre gone for days on end and
Here we go again
Here we go again
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
It cant keep bouncing around like this
You cut me loose then pull me in for a kiss
If you know what you want
Why dont you tell me, clearly
Wonder why it bothers me
I wonder why I even wonder why
If I had another lover, well, would it get to you
Would I get through
This puzzle of mixed messages
Mixed messages, that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
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Autumn Love
I met her in the autumn;
When such are found, you know.
She said, 'In all her glory.'
Though joking, oh how so!
So true, I did inform her.
But then, to no surprise.
Such things are never certain
In autumn's paradise.
An autumn love, so firmly,
May grasp a loving heart;
It still may seem together,
Though broken from the start.
Through autumn, when it found me.
Through winter's frozen years.
Such love alive in springtime,
Brings forth a rain of tears.
That's why the loves of autumn
Display a special trait.
The heartbreak, comes much sooner.
The love ends, much too late.
For young love, it's more tragic.
Although it's torn apart,
The yearning never ceases
Around a virgin heart.
So when the tears of springtime
Give way and summer looms;
The autumn love, once tempting,
Ignores the soul it dooms.
And then, the autumn comes again
For young loves one and all.
Changing then, its name once more,
From autumn to the fall.
poem by Greenwolfe 1962
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How Can I
How can I
watch the sunrise
when my heart is in deep sorrow
of not seeing you
How can I
listen to the songs of the birds
when my ears are yearning
to hear your voice
How can I
smell the fragrance of the flowers
when I long
for yours
Tell me
how can I go on living
when you've taken away
the whole meaning of my life
and that is to be with you
seeing your happy smile
hearing your sweet voice
with your fragrance
lingering around.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Moonlight Magic for friend Konstantin
Moonlight magic
cherry blossoms pink and white.
springtime beauty show.
satisfies my appetite..
a beautiful sight.
softly the breezes blow
thus creating tricks of light.
at night the moonlight
adds to my delight
the blossoms seem to glow.
it is my birthright
I can come and go.
I choose to visit by night.
to enjoy the sight.
wander to and fro
in ecstasies of delight.
night: my favourite
why, because I know
the cherry blossoms pink and white
will be bathed in silver light.
Tankanelle a form devised by Board Flak
Parameters
The first stanza 7/5/7 syllables
The next four stanzas 5/5/7 syllables
The final stanza is 5/5/7/7
The opening line is repeated as the first line of the closing couplet
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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my Heart
My heart oh my heart cried in the night solitude.
My heart oh my heart kept yearning very much in.
My heart oh my heart mourned the sadness in the middle of the uproar.
My heart oh my heart lose the warmth.
My heart oh my heart was engaged with the tears.
Heart oh heart could you breathe without the love?
Heart oh heart how did you overflow pain?
Would the heart bury personally the heart wound?
My heart oh my heart ran pursued darkness.
My heart oh my heart persuaded the love in the thoughts.
My heart oh my heart beckoned about the uproar.
My heart oh my heart dripped on the flowers with the tears.
My heart was your heart.
When you will come touched?
When you will smear my heart with warmth?
When you came and enchanted me?
Solitude lacks attitude...
'Solitude', I had learnt to love and cherish,
When love walked in and quenched my wish,
I let love have it's way, in every possible way,
Solitude I hated you, with each passing day...
My heart bleeds now, and I am yearning to know,
Why does love walk in with firm plans to go,
Why does love treat me like some unfinished art,
A few strokes of it's brush and my broken heart...
Why does love wear, that sadistic smile,
While I hold on with hope, all the while,
Why does love storm in to sweep me away,
But like the autumn breeze is never there to stay...
Is love a curse or is love a blessing,
Is love an illusion, which keeps me guessing,
'Love', I sense, is a mystery gift,
With an option to stay or to drift...
poem by Bharat Kavi
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