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Apr 2019 · 209
My hometown far away
Tuan Do Apr 2019
The scenery of my hometown is beautiful,
During the season of falling flowers.
Tuan Do Mar 2019
Night wind scales,
Frosty Palace,
Must I ****,
For law,
For order.
Explaination-The Emperor kills his mistress.
Mar 2019 · 238
Spring at dawn
Tuan Do Mar 2019
Spirits be drawn,
A morning sun rises,
Is not the blossoming flowers,
A beautiful sight upon the early dew.
A cold, frosty mountain last night,
A warm, radiant field this morning.
- Spring
Mar 2019 · 242
A shadeless morning
Tuan Do Mar 2019
Nightless days,
Shadowless suns,
Specks of dust,
Among the sand.
A person's melancholy life
Mar 2019 · 462
An ember capital.
Tuan Do Mar 2019
Rivers flow through the capital,
Crimson lakes on an ember night.
This one is pretty easy one to understand.
Mar 2019 · 402
A crane's mistake
Tuan Do Mar 2019
The wilted crane,
The crimson flower,
Too far to fly,
Too beautiful to pick,
Destined to never reach.
A single hesitation is a dozen years.
Mar 2019 · 365
Drifting memories
Tuan Do Mar 2019
Blood soaked flowers,
Clouded moon,
Drifting memories,
I will leave before you.
"I just wish to see you one last time, at last, it's too late."
I'll let you analyze it this time.
Mar 2019 · 202
Roar of a thousand miles
Tuan Do Mar 2019
Oh Immortal ones,
Let blood streak the sea,
For my anger has been provoked.
Just a little fun one
Tuan Do Mar 2019
Ten years to master a spear,
A hundred to master the sword,
But an eternality to master the brush.

A spear, I used, to hold a fortress,
A sword unsheathed, the heavens fears,
But a brush in hand, ten thousand enlightened.

Ah, is not the spear a weapon of soldiers,
The sword, the hero's friend,
At last, the brush is the sage's kin.

Why shed blood of a thousand men,
Why not teach immortals and men.
The title is kind of abstract, sorry for that.
Mar 2019 · 390
A Scholar's Lamentation
Tuan Do Mar 2019
A sip of wine,
I question my fate as do I the heavens,
A sip of wine,
Must a carp forever stay a carp never to ascend,
A sip of wine,
Must a tiger's soul be born as a cat,
A sip of wine,
Must a baby chick never take off into a condor,
A sip of wine,
Is the cup not but empty.
Some Clarifications - a carp in Chinese legend could jump the dragon gate and become a dragon.
Explaination - the poem is about a scholar asking why he could never become successful.  The part about the wine running out shows his outcome in a way, or another way of looking it be that even the wine is laughing at his failure.
Mar 2019 · 252
Master of Heaven and Earth
Tuan Do Mar 2019
The winds of autumn,
The Emperor's robe flutter.

The storms of spring,
His heart's in anger.

The frost of winter,
A thousand men dies.

The warmth of summer,
Peace for mankind.
Explaination-The Emperor control's the fate of his people like a god.
Mar 2019 · 879
Of ministers and generals
Tuan Do Mar 2019
Dressed in steel,
Spear in hand,
The general conquers in four directions.

Dressed in law,
Brush in hand,
The minister governs all ranks of men.

Dressed in Gold,
Wine in hand,
The Emperor watches as his empire grow.
Ah, but is this not the way of the world.
Mar 2019 · 269
The scholar's wish
Tuan Do Mar 2019
For ten long years, a brush in hand,
Its ink stained bristles, as yet, untried.
Today, I hold It before the court of kings;
For all I seek is recognition and ink.
Bristles are the hairs of a brush.

Explaination-So the poem is about a scholar who writes and practices for the ten years until he is finally summoned to the imperial court to show his skill.  He only wants the recognition for his ten years of practice and the ability to write more.

All of my works are heavily influenced by Chinese poetry.
Mar 2019 · 162
A Thousand Flowers Blooms
Tuan Do Mar 2019
The frosty sword,
The snow-white fields,
A thousand men, a single sword.

The silent winds,
The crimson fields,
A thousand flowers blooms.
Just clarifying, frosty in this context means how sharp, shiny, and cold-blooded the sword is.
Mar 2019 · 246
The distant moon
Tuan Do Mar 2019
Why must the mountains be so tall,
Why must the moon be far,
Cloud breached peaks,
My heart is a waiting for you from afar.
Just clarifying, the moon is the lover.
Mar 2019 · 286
Under the moonlight sky
Tuan Do Mar 2019
The years were unforgiving,
The mind stirred from forgotten dreams,
The heart restless from distant loves.

Under the moonlight sky,
A cup of wine in hand,
A verse of poetry in ink,
The spirit is cleansed.
The setting is in ancient China, this should help with the visualization of the poem.

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