"mahjong" poems
This is a verse of new thoughts,
I've invented indoor sports,
Written in a poem of riddles,
Like, "What is Time for Tiddles?"
Why, it's wine with Mahjong,
Those tiles don't tarry long,
Then it's "Drinks for Scrabble,"
With bevvies we'll all dabble,
Or, "Come and try my beers,"
Many varieties over here,
New indoor sports, my dears!
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
The question rings as a rattle on my cage.
"I am writing poetry" I answered.
He mumbled, "I thought you were playing Mahjong."
I exhaled hard, "I was. I won two games. " I said with a little aggravation.
"Hum..." he said, then all fell silent.
I did not respond.
Only the sound of my fingers typing on the keyboard continued
Until he could not stand it anymore, "There's news today. The USA is pulling out of Syria."
"Hum, that's good." I said.
He said, "I am sure the families of the soldiers that are coming home are happy."
"Yeah, they probably are." I said halfheartedly as I continued to write.
"Israel is still worried about their borders."
Sarcastically I replied, "Maybe they will build a wall."
The sounds of tap-tap-tap on the keyboard, continuing...
He said, "Yeah, maybe Trump will help them."
I stopped typing.
We laughed and I continued to write.
It was quiet for just a moment.
Then he said, "What'cha doing now?
We both laughed out loud!!!
And I finished this writing.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
Playing Mahjong with Our Hearts
North, South, East, and West,
One after one, we find a match.
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter,
Each tile fits that we uncover.
One, two, three four.
With our hearts we add the score.
As we match bouquets of flowers,
Love sweeps us upward in its powers.
Five, six, seven, eight,
It’s amazing how each pair mates.
Then all that left’s that set of nine,
We find we’ve won in record time.
©2001 Michael S. Davis
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
*Girl
/gərl/
-a female child.*
Girl
means i am not allowed to have an opinion unless i am labled as a feminist.
Girl
means i am not allowed to run as fast as boys.
Girl
means that i can't become president.
Girl
means that i am not as strong as the other boys.
Girl
means that i will never be as sucessful as most men.
Girl
means that i have to wear dresses and bows.
Girl
means that i have to be a stay at home mom when i'm older.
Girl
means that i have to cook and clean daily.
Girl
means-
That maybe i don't have to listen to society,
maybe i can face reality and prove everyone wrong
And after that i'll teach everyone how to play mahjong, kidding.
but really, i hope this doesn't sound silly
but i feel that i can be more than just a house mom,
maybe i can make bombs
instead -
or i can work hard and go to college, and become sucessful just like other men
i will not let my heart be trapped in a den
because of what society says about my gender
i don't want to stay home, and make things with a blender
I want to be free, and become a love-ly graphic designer
or maybe i'll have a finer
job one day.
but believe me when i say, i will not let my gender define who i am and what i will become.
*Girl
\gərl/
-A strong and lovely human being, who will not listen to society; but instead prove to everybody the amazing person she can be.
GIRL*
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
Star light, star bright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, wish I might
Have a wish I wish tonight
I wish the pain would go away,
Instead it haunts me everyday
I was just a kid so young, so naive
What made you take my innocence from me?
You ruined me at such a young age
And it ***** I still don't know why to this day.
I wish the love you had for me was true
But I'm just trippin' cause I know you only care for you.
Cause if you cared, you would've been there
Instead you chose mahjong, leaving dad in despair
I wish I could be who I want to be
Yet the world chooses only to judge me
I feel restrained, chained up like a dog
And every night, my heart continues to throb.
I only have a few wishes, I'm not hard to please
I just want a happy life for you and for me
Yet everyone continues to break me down
So ill keep quiet, and continue to never make a sound.
Star light, star bright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, wish I might
Have a wish I wish tonight
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
Morning sunshine sings it's song,
It makes me want to sing along,
I know I'm right where I belong,
My head held high for I am strong.
And when the day drags on long,
More complicated than mahjong,
When all emotions play ping pong,
I swear I'll prove all doubts wrong.
Try as you might that grey prolong,
Only I can ring my own life's gong,
Don't ever try to drag me along,
For I am the sunshine all day long.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
Her sister died alone
That night she wept
Followed with Mahjong
And went fishing next
I saw Heavens in disarray!
By Wyle
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
The night becomes blind by
what plays on in my mind
I
link up to the lights that react
pupils contract
and the deal has been done.
In the arena and you should
have seen her
I did and wish I had more,
she beat me
fair and square
I was there and
that's a fact.
The day has a way
of
distorting the truth.
and the shadows are ruthless,
relentless.
which means less to her
than to me.
Out on the balcony
she
waves to me
and smiles.
One hundred and one
mahjong tiles and
I cannot find a
match.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
You light a lighter,
You conjure a flame;
You rub two rocks,
You conjure a flame.
You light a matchstick,
You conjure a flame,
You do it, again and again.
Let me tell you, it's a wicked game.
The satisfaction,
That comes with shaming someone,
Ah! So glorious, right?
Telling a diabetic every pair of jeans fits him tight,
Asking a poorer guy,
If he begs for food all night?
Fun, am I right?
Nope. WRONG.
Every Asian isn't called Ching Chong,
Every deformed person isn't 'King Kong'
Every Chinese doesn't play Mahjong,
Females can play football,
Black people aren't ***** at all!
Just quit the ****** stereotyping,
Shaming and hurting doesn't make you any king.
Every time you shame,
You conjure a flame.
A flame of hurtfulness and pain.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
I look at the photographs
At the pictures, of us,
Standing there, sitting there
Still, captured in that moment
Where we were all smiling
Frozen forever in that blip in time
And in my mind I hear our laughter
Us speaking through clenched smiles
As the camera clicks for the 3rd time
Because for memories' sake we
want to get a picture
But all we really wanted
Was to get back to our mahjong game
So casual of our last nights together
We were all still there.
And yet now we are scattered
among the nations.
Ironic because the only time
we were all together
Was in a different country
A far away country
that is now our home.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
Molting
Time and time again
I wonder what change would feel like
Maybe my body wouldn’t feel like a shell
I wonder if I could leave the pain with this body
When I shed my skin does the trauma go with it
Molting
Would I feel new again
I wonder if I would like this new body
This new skin
Free from scars and sores from 2010
Maybe the mind would be new too
Molting
Thinking of molting
Molting the idea of me
Molting the body of me
I want to feel fresh
I want to feel clean
I want to know what it’s like to be me again
Molting cause it’s necessary
Surviving requires molting
Molting is a necessity of survival
This body is battered
It’s scarred
The mahjong doesn’t look so bright anymore
How does black turn blue
Molting
Honey don’t taste sweet no more
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
you put your fingers and stretch your eyes like dough
and yell ching chong... ching chong
you slurp our noodles, and you play with our chopsticks
tap tap... tap tap
you say you've been to China
but the only China you went to was China town in California
you take the tiles of Mahjong and run those squares into spehers
rolling those spheres on the cold wooden floor
You take our jade stone
the stone of luck and good health
but what good luck and health are we feeding our soul
you turn our jade to coal
you grab everything we have with your filthy rich hands
filthy and gross
those filthy hands are always wrapped around a gun
one finger on a trigger
with one release
it can take a mans beathe away
and that's exactly what you did...
realeased....
and took his breath.....
and roam to the next house with a loaded gun
ready to **** the next one
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 9:13 PM UTC
MAHJONG
Mahjong -Japanese Riichi -Meet up- evenings.
An Asian poker tile game.
Hosts are there to help you, if you're a beginner to lean all the rules of
the game.
Join and become addicted to this challenging mind, quick rounds, yet
fun.
Open for all players-younger or older-of any age.
Need to play it regularly-trust me with this.
Give yourself time to learn it and enjoy it.
-MAHJONG
© By HF-Whisper
23/4/2020
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 12:39 AM UTC