jiaming - Hello Poetry

Because I could not pay at once the sum was split apart. A little slice for every month so I could fill my cart! The clerk may call it poor man's math, I call it common sense. For pounds today are plumper things than future pounds in pence. Pay later, friend, pay little now, let bankers wait the day. The time discount of money proves there's virtue in delay. Just keep the usurer far from me— my theorem's just and true! A debt without the leeching rate is kinder math to do.

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May 2

May 2, 2026 at 11:48 AM UTC

jiaming

Because I could not pay at once

Because I could not pay at once the sum was split apart. A little slice for every month so I could fill my cart! The clerk may call it poor man's math, I call it common sense. For pounds today are plumper things than future pounds in pence. Pay later, friend, pay little now, let bankers wait the day. The time discount of money proves there's virtue in delay. Just keep the usurer far from me— my theorem's just and true! A debt without the leeching rate is kinder math to do.

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As I swim through the Ocean Breadth, A Turtle—or the like— Who fears a Few but not of Death— Returns The Caller's Hike. It passes by a kindly Wave— A gently smiled nod— Perhaps it grieved a Deed unsaved— A Sorrow left uncaught. I make my way to grab its Tail and question what it knew— It merely turns its Head to wail: I am not of the Few! What more of us should Timing take— When things were never sown— But heading backwards has a Stake of never having Grown.

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Feb 15, 2025

Feb 15, 2025 at 2:49 PM UTC

jiaming

As I Swim Through the Ocean Breadth

As I swim through the Ocean Breadth, A Turtle—or the like— Who fears a Few but not of Death— Returns The Caller's Hike. It passes by a kindly Wave— A gently smiled nod— Perhaps it grieved a Deed unsaved— A Sorrow left uncaught. I make my way to grab its Tail and question what it knew— It merely turns its Head to wail: I am not of the Few! What more of us should Timing take— When things were never sown— But heading backwards has a Stake of never having Grown.

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( A poem I wrote many months ago when muslims were being killed in Palestine, Syria, Iraq, but it still applies in recent refreshed genocide of Palestinians) Wars round the corner, wars at every bend Could it be that all this warring would never ever end? Mass massacre and genocide is what we fear and apprehend Selfish apartheid oppressing poor folks On suppressing others they depend! Why can't folks borrow love and peace too learn to lend? For peace-loving persons wars are hard to comprehend But in which blessed century will the world its ways amend? Why not be all sincere when peace they recommend? Its hard to not avenge the dead So to revenge and defend some will feel the need to offend Yet the oppressed dying more is the trend Why can't we all as Adam's progeny simply unite and blend? The world's tearing apart, which saviour's gonna mend? When the scissors of tyranny all peace efforts ruthlessly rend! When will all the saviours from heavenly heaven descend? So we watch and hear all war cries unto thin air ascend! When peace be the only choice, the only probable trend! Ah, instead of fending off war drums why peace plans off we fend? Why peace is so complicated with double standards at every bend? Will all state treasuries on aggression alone their budgets, finances spend? Why can't every foe we know turn into a caring friend? So we're stalked by friendship and ambushed by love godsend! A world where warlords and war heroes become zeroes who in the first place did offend. With peace may no nation merely play and pretend! Hypocrisy is calling freedom fighters terrorists while their State bombing and shelling never end.

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jiaming

Jan 5, 2024

Jan 5, 2024 at 2:44 AM UTC

S-zaynab-kamoonpury5

Stop the warmongers and aggressors

( A poem I wrote many months ago when muslims were being killed in Palestine, Syria, Iraq, but it still applies in recent refreshed genocide of Palestinians) Wars round the corner, wars at every bend Could it be that all this warring would never ever end? Mass massacre and genocide is what we fear and apprehend Selfish apartheid oppressing poor folks On suppressing others they depend! Why can't folks borrow love and peace too learn to lend? For peace-loving persons wars are hard to comprehend But in which blessed century will the world its ways amend? Why not be all sincere when peace they recommend? Its hard to not avenge the dead So to revenge and defend some will feel the need to offend Yet the oppressed dying more is the trend Why can't we all as Adam's progeny simply unite and blend? The world's tearing apart, which saviour's gonna mend? When the scissors of tyranny all peace efforts ruthlessly rend! When will all the saviours from heavenly heaven descend? So we watch and hear all war cries unto thin air ascend! When peace be the only choice, the only probable trend! Ah, instead of fending off war drums why peace plans off we fend? Why peace is so complicated with double standards at every bend? Will all state treasuries on aggression alone their budgets, finances spend? Why can't every foe we know turn into a caring friend? So we're stalked by friendship and ambushed by love godsend! A world where warlords and war heroes become zeroes who in the first place did offend. With peace may no nation merely play and pretend! Hypocrisy is calling freedom fighters terrorists while their State bombing and shelling never end.

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Gate by gate I counted eight Shut they were As gusts murmur Only one At night was run So in I went My body bent It was fear of Man and Djinn I rinsed my hands And wiped my feet Ceiling torn Cold still—walls worn It was my fort And my comfort

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Jan 5, 2024

Jan 5, 2024 at 2:28 AM UTC

jiaming

Refuge in Ruins

Gate by gate I counted eight Shut they were As gusts murmur Only one At night was run So in I went My body bent It was fear of Man and Djinn I rinsed my hands And wiped my feet Ceiling torn Cold still—walls worn It was my fort And my comfort

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My ceiling chirps like faraway cicadas. There is an oil-stained smell of cold sink soup. I hear laughter and kisses of other lives. My mind prostrates at magnificence. I lie my body beneath a shield from the winter— the Incomprehensible comes humility.

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Oct 24, 2023

Oct 24, 2023 at 4:00 AM UTC

jiaming

Cryfield Townhouse

My ceiling chirps like faraway cicadas. There is an oil-stained smell of cold sink soup. I hear laughter and kisses of other lives. My mind prostrates at magnificence. I lie my body beneath a shield from the winter— the Incomprehensible comes humility.

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beneath a sweat of daily dew uphold the structural expanding skin of tiresome forsought a warming their tapak daras transform a flight of lightly vacuous stream my desire sweeps the channel my eye diagrams

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Mar 19, 2023

Mar 19, 2023 at 2:20 PM UTC

jiaming

limp

beneath a sweat of daily dew uphold the structural expanding skin of tiresome forsought a warming their tapak daras transform a flight of lightly vacuous stream my desire sweeps the channel my eye diagrams

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Because I could stop for Life— She kindly stopped with me— The carriage held not just ourselves but all mortality. We promptly drove; we knew of haste— I didn't put away my labour nor my leisure too for Her civility. We passed an industry where workers worked— At midnight— in the room— We passed the fields of gazing grain— We passed a megamall— Or rather— they passed us— The cloud unhid a paintful ray— For certain cotton made my clothes, my plastics only pay— We paused before a house that seemed a miracle in the air— Its use was scarcely visible: A trick of tear and wear— Since then— 'tis days and yet feels longer than the aeon we first surmised the turning sky were toward Temporary.

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Mar 4, 2023

Mar 4, 2023 at 2:06 PM UTC

jiaming

Because I could stop for Life

Because I could stop for Life— She kindly stopped with me— The carriage held not just ourselves but all mortality. We promptly drove; we knew of haste— I didn't put away my labour nor my leisure too for Her civility. We passed an industry where workers worked— At midnight— in the room— We passed the fields of gazing grain— We passed a megamall— Or rather— they passed us— The cloud unhid a paintful ray— For certain cotton made my clothes, my plastics only pay— We paused before a house that seemed a miracle in the air— Its use was scarcely visible: A trick of tear and wear— Since then— 'tis days and yet feels longer than the aeon we first surmised the turning sky were toward Temporary.

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What if in comprehending us — I find Reality With unkindly beauty snug In Compatibility — Some countless plants entwining us Identify the Pause Our stridulations take to live — Unseparating Us —

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Feb 11, 2023

Feb 11, 2023 at 8:29 PM UTC

jiaming

In Comprehending Us

What if in comprehending us — I find Reality With unkindly beauty snug In Compatibility — Some countless plants entwining us Identify the Pause Our stridulations take to live — Unseparating Us —

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Awal malam lewat sarapan Lewat pagi mengawal diri Kata bujang tiada harapan Namun cinta cuma mencuri Kayak ikan, sambal ditumis Tebang kaktus tetap berduri Sakit hati, pria berkumis Minah KL mana peduli

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Feb 2, 2023

Feb 2, 2023 at 5:19 PM UTC

jiaming

Pikiran Subuh

Awal malam lewat sarapan Lewat pagi mengawal diri Kata bujang tiada harapan Namun cinta cuma mencuri Kayak ikan, sambal ditumis Tebang kaktus tetap berduri Sakit hati, pria berkumis Minah KL mana peduli

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The scents of Illness fade again As godly Schedules run— Her victor's Streak will be obtained To blaspheme selfly Funds— Then She awaits the planning shared Immutably discreet— For only apt the Mammal pair When Intellectually—

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Feb 2, 2023

Feb 2, 2023 at 2:34 PM UTC

jiaming

Godly Schedules

The scents of Illness fade again As godly Schedules run— Her victor's Streak will be obtained To blaspheme selfly Funds— Then She awaits the planning shared Immutably discreet— For only apt the Mammal pair When Intellectually—

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