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IrieSide Dec 2016
Taste your future
on a sample platter
of thought
delicate whispers
of a soul's bride
murmur gently
into canyons
of deep  red
Intentional space
Kenn Rushworth Dec 2016
I drowned in the history of China,
In text and torn genes,
Immersed in yellow rivers and red books
and sought refuge in Kowloon,
Practiced medicine within the wall,
All to find you.
To have a hand grace your shoulder
On a pavement in England,
And tell you where you’re from,
And that it doesn’t matter
Inspired by a verse in Li-Young Lee's 'Furious Versions', my fiancée, and the search for identity.
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I am surely not the best specimen of **** sapiens species,
But I surely am the best example of a human being there is.
I am surely having a huge gold heart deep inside my chest,
But I surely am not aware what good bring to me, would it.
I am usually never indulged in such petty self-glorification,
But I usually am indulged in environment & nation glorification.
I did not pollute the environment this Deepawali,
I made it a point not to use gasoline for short distances.

I surely may not even be a soldier of the Indian National Army,
But I surely am the best patriotic Indian being there is.
I am surely incapable of joining the Army as of now,
But I did not even buy any Chinese products lately.
I am of knowledge that the Chinese endorse terror,
Because they are supportive of Pakistan's motives.
The Chinese have ego problems - they don't let others be happy.
Protect the environment.
Boycott the Chinese.

HP Poem #1230
©Atul Kaushal
Serafeim Blazej Sep 2016
we are clumsy birds
and clumsy birds have to start flying early
as the Chinese saying says

we are on the ground
surrounded by leaves and predators
we went overturned out of the nest
nobody cares
but we will not stay here
we will fly higher and higher
and far, far away

we are clumsy birds
and we always fly at dawn
so that no one can see us falling
and if that happens
that they see we are giving our best

and the ground is getting farther
and the sky closer
and we can touch the clouds
and we will not return
because we are clumsy birds
and clumsy birds have to start flying early
as the Chinese saying says

you saw, brothers and sisters?
we are clumsy birds
and we are flying
Poem and song.
It was part of a story.
Inspired by the Chinese saying cited.

("Pássaros Desajeitados")

Edited on 28/12/17.
Jaycer John Bajo Jul 2016
This year in Chinese astrology
Is that of the fire monkey
Unlucky, as I am
A wooden pig, unfortunately

Monkey and pig don't go together
Pig is of peace, monkey's a mischievous creature
Wood can be weak and eaten by fire
Twice the misfortune, not any better

I lost alot, and I mean alot
They say to count the blessings
oh why? I cannot
The reason, maybe I'm a pessimist
and rely alot
On the fate of these animals than the power I got

The power to think  and the power to act
The power to let go the things that can't be back
To pursue and dream and never nag
To control the things that I can, to be back on track.
Lunar May 2016
flowers grow around her feet,
when she walks on cobbled streets.
a dainty ivory countenance,
and delicate pale hands.
not a single black stain on her,
except straight ebony hair.
her laughter resonates like chimes,
she smells of old books and pines.
rosy lips sip lemon tea,
dark eyes as clear as light seas.
deft fingers write with stardust,
a sweetie pie with a perfect crust.
besides a writer, she's an artist too;
a musician, a joker; what else can she do?
a lover of animals and raindrops,
finds happiness in a plant ***.
made of sun rays in the days,
stars and moonlight at nights.
adores the winds and skies;
she makes gray hellos into colorful goodbyes.
...
the little fairy, made to wear flower crowns
the nature's princess, that's what she is
if i wrote what i love about her
it'd be a never-ending list
i hope you enjoyed this one, charm-y clehrry. and i'm too, so, very much, beyond euphoric to have met another poet pal, artist, musician and carat in our friendship. {feeling wonhui vibes} ''sd;aksdas;';hd okay i just love you a whole lot.
crystallaiz Jan 2016
see the scatter of tea grains
in the bottom of
plain white porcelain
hold your breath and tip the water
watch the steam rising
pale specks swimming
fold your legs and lift the cup
sink into the weightlessness
of this ancient beauty
can you almost taste the history?
saryachan Jan 2016
Too much lost in translation
Transportation
Communication
This game requires no imagination

I find no elation
Of why it’s called Chinese Whispers
Since it’s English that we’re whispering
Since I can actually whisper in Chinese.

I suppose it dates back to the 17th century
When Europeans and the Chinese tried to meet
And tried to speak
And proceeded to fail
To no avail
They still could trade

So today we have this game to play
Unknowingly proving in many ways
Even to this day
We still cannot understand
What others try to say
Like whispering Chinese to English speakers.
Dan McGowan Oct 2015
cold bitter sidewalk wind
duck into chinese place
find a place along the window
hot tea, wonton, fortune please
watching quick and furtive striders
sun rays make it through glass haze
warmth returns to my numb fingers
which pry apart the brittle cookie
the paper inside says “decide”
Brianna Sep 2015
She sat in her kitchen in her underwear, eating left over Chinese food contemplating when life got this hard.

She couldn't remember the feeling of skin against skin or lips against lips. She couldn't remember the heat of someone else's body touching hers or if there was more than just involved.

She sat there with a blank piece of paper and a purple pen in hand... Contemplating if she should write a poem or her final goodbye note.

She couldn't remember a time where she didn't feel undesirable or ugly. She couldn't remember a moment where self hatred wasn't causing nonstop fear of being alone forever.

As she sat there in her kitchen, eating leftover Chinese food, staring at blank papers she started to cry. She started to wonder when things would eventually look up.
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