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 Jun 2020
Zeyu
A song of new lyrics, a cup of wine
Yesteryear's arbor, old season's weather
When will the sun once more shine?

In a dream dreary the flowers fall
In garden's depth and winding heap
Only the swallow's songs do I retrace
Alone on the fragrant path, I pace.
A tribute to Yan Shu (991-1055)
 Jun 2020
Frank Russell
Barring a robin
nothing sacred
at the vacant church

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The astrologer speaks with a smiling face
For each of your miseries there’s redress
To calm down the planet subside crisis
There’s a stone to bring back the peace

It’s so clear when I read your face
You’re aggrieved greatly distressed
Fortune is shackled finance on the rocks
Luck is littered with stumbling blocks

On the home front looms a dark cloud
Your progenies aren’t making you proud
The spouse is no help in cutting down cost
In the sea of expense your earn is lost

All your efforts are going for a toss
The grind of job villainous boss
One after other misfortunes strike
Career stalled so is pay hike

But there’s still hope don’t break down
You’ve come to the best in the town
Here you would find at affordable rates
Boost in your fortune by remedying planets
Deep in the creek
where speckled light kisses the saline shore
and mud hole bubbles leave crab trails
I knock upon her door.

She opens with a whisper on her skin
licks my **** with her southern tongue
winds rise the dusts within
the mangrove falls quiet to her moaning song.
 Jun 2020
Frank Russell
How profound -
that you know that you know
of your intellectual limitations.

How fascinating -
that you claim to speak
for God.


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 Jun 2020
Frank Russell
These tears are
because I know
you'll make it


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 Jun 2020
Salmabanu Hatim
I had two trees in my garden,
A boy and a girl,
I nurtured them,
I cared for them,
I gave them the best of everything.
They bore the ripest fruits of knowledge,
Then came the storm,
And in the tempest both my trees were uprooted by their spouses across the ocean,
Never to come back.
The only thing left were two big holes in the garden of my heart,
Which I am still trying to fill.
Two things I learned in life,
Never have expectations,
Never toil for others.
14/6/2020
 Jun 2020
Frank Russell
We live not so much as to what we are
As to what we are becoming.
But I suspect that what we are becoming
Is, in truth, what we really are.
This now merely a state of separation
Hastening toward unity, integration,
                     wholeness...
Up ahead, the road will become narrower,
                     rougher...
The journey will become increasingly
                     harder...
You may want to surrender...
                     take my hand...


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 Jun 2020
Frank Russell
Did God weep
       over the angel fallen?
Or simply intone,
       unemotionally,
"It is so."


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