"quan" poems
God loves, sustains
and protects
all of His devotees
regardless of the
name chosen
to praise Him
inside my global prayer wheel
all the names of God
are humming
I am Allah, I am Jesus
I am Krishna, I am Buddha
I am Jehova, I am Jah,
I am Durga, I am Ahura Mazda
I am Quan Yin, I am Mother Mary,
I am Lakshmi, I am Shiva, I am Brahma
I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am....
...................You
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
I was doing research in Hubei
Where they executed Yu,
That deity soldier glorified
By Buddhists, Taoists too,
I sat perusing manuscripts
That dated from the Ming,
And came across a reference
About Yu’s finger ring.
A ring of gold so broad that it
Would fit a peasant’s wrist,
For Guan Yu was a mighty man
His ring, an amethyst,
Set round with groups of diamonds
It was lost the day, they said,
That Sun Quan had ordered them
To lop off Guan Yu’s head.
They lost it for a thousand years
It turned up with the Ming,
Was lost again in battle with
That mighty force, the Qing,
I’d heard it round the market place
A whisper, now and then,
That ring, it might have surfaced
In the village of Maicheng.
I scoured the streets and alleyways
For signs of old antiques,
Researching as I went, I walked
Around the town for weeks,
I found a backstreet corner shop
One night, and open late,
Run by a dodgy Chinaman
A total reprobate.
He had links to the Triads, they
Would come into the shop,
A shifty group of gangsters with
Their stolen goods to pop,
From where I sat with manuscripts
Up on the second floor,
I’d look straight down the staircase
Watch them come in through the door.
One day they brought in a bundle
Tied up in a burlap sack,
Threw it down on the counter, said:
‘What do you make of that?’
Fang Zhang then opened the parcel and
He pulled out a giant hand,
The flesh the texture of leather with
A monstrous golden band.
The ring was almost immoveable
The hand, with fingers spread,
Could grasp a maiden around the waist
Or crush a warrior’s head,
I held my breath as the Triad tried
To disengage the thing,
And all the while the diamonds flashed
On that massive golden ring.
Fang Zhang paid over a block of notes
That looked more like a brick,
There must have been a million Yuan
From what I saw of it,
The Triad left and I caught my breath
Fang Zhang had pulled it off,
He threw the hand in a ******* bin
And then I left the shop.
He hid the ring as I walked on through
I had to get some air,
I’d caught a glimpse of a famous ring,
A thing I couldn’t share,
They’d say it didn’t exist, that I
Was dreaming, if I tried,
They thought that it had been lost to view
The day that Yu had died.
I went back down the following day
The Police were there in force,
They stood out front and barred the way
From normal ***********
They told me through an interpreter
Of the ****** of Fang Zhang,
His face was black, for around his neck
Was a massive, ringless hand!
David Lewis Paget
(Pronunciation: Guan Yu - Gwon you
Hubei - Who - bay; Sun Quan - Sun Chu-arn
Qing - Ching; Maicheng - My - cheng
Fang Zhang - Fang Shjang (soft J))
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
after writing this poem
out of a trance
was hypnotized by your tongue--
the words dripping off
like a wolf eying its prey.
You smile, confident.
Your mischievous eyes dance
with mine,
we wink like serpents.
The sound of our heartbeats
pierce each other's third eye
as we approach,
our brains separated
by seconds
our noses a quick inch apart--
our thoughts are spiritually carnal.
We move like Zui Quan**
and we touch like the wind
tickling every crevice of our skin.
Our lips shotgun smoke--
I want to breathe poetry
inside of you.
My first thought was you
after writing this poem
out of a trance
was hypnotized by your tongue--
the words dripping off
like a wolf eying its prey....
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
Acabe de recordar l'última vegada que em vas mirar,
vas tancar ràpidament els ulls i vas baixar el cap..
Sabies que en aquell moment vas canviar la meua percepció del daurat clar apagat per una de completa felicitat? Que la teua veu exclamant baixet "Quins ulls!" encara evoca partícules també daurades que resplandeixen i giren suaument?
Que per primera vegada els colors no intenten amuntegar-se dins i davant meua quan m'atrapen els teus ulls?
Que quedant-me ahí no hi ha una sola tonalitat que gose immiscuir-se o privar-me d’ells?
Que no sé com es pinta perdre's a la teua mirada?
Que no em perd a propòsit, però que cada vegada més em trobe desfent-me de brúixoles i mapes?
Que desitjaria no saber llegir altres estrelles que em pogueren guiar?
Que tu ets el meu únic sol i que d'on s'exhala la teua llum és on vull estar..
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
a girl ends up saying:
'oh god, i miss my blonde hair',
a boy?
'oh god i miss Duran Duran.'
*meeting you... with a view to a ****
i want to stay up all night drinking
warm whiskey reminiscent of the
1980s;
honesty, just today a "nice Jewish boy"
with vanilla *** while
she got all the kinks out with
******* S & M to knock a few budgies
about in her leather knickers...
nice Jewish boy goes home vanilla intact;
i end up calling up the fire brigade
even though i should be calling Freud the popsicle
joystick friendly St. Paul, an ice-cream vendor
akin to Rasputin;
i know, comedians made fortunes from what
poets failed to compute, namely punctuation;
Eddie Izzard is a colon for each comma:
like zui quan - no, no, wait... there's more!
and it's worth an ingredients list of said hopes for
sat on **** forking the blob bits concerning argument
about ******* girth salt and pepper
on sausages! my excuse? the *carry
on* movies and zui quan meaning drunk boxing...
i.e. you pretend to be a tarantula that bit itself
by accident and pretended to be disorientated
but in fact focused like Hemingway on narration
after a cocktail of death in the afternoon
(absinthe mixed with champagne)...
but did i tell you that pine is almost like anise?
rub it into your hands after ******* in an alley
and it becomes the nearest approximate of anise.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
I can't hold this in i have to let this go,
the feelin inside stays, wit me an grows an grows,
can I live with a lie .an not live the truth
do i pay with distance memorys,
the sin that was never mine to begin ,
the past were i tryed to leave it ,
but name huge past forever not lost
" SO **** U GRANDFATHER ,
for R past so sweetly given ,
people like me make your life have some given an meanin ,
put thanks u won't get from me, all i can say is this ,
**** OFF U **** AN ****** DIE "
Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 3:59 PM UTC
Black Women with the Ability to Study the Bible,
Museums Return to Kuhn, Time of Free Time Jade
West West Vedantas, 1000 Conscious View,
Ludwigsburg VZAN No People Born of Lace.
Glory is the opposite of the town's
****** illness; Government of the State Vezzer.
Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. The world's ruins are at the end of the world,
at the corner of Tostovo, in the hills of Horton,
and in the beams of Asia, the old prince, my water,
the glory of my son, the passages, the glass, the stars,
the children's streets. Glasses, astonishing cosmic crown.
When star stared at a starring band with a song,
and a look at some kind of cousin of the Jews,
such as Russia, Joo Boeh popped up podcasts.
***** Duplication Pages - Netsukoe,
Latin Letters School Vedic School, Tou Tum;
Christopher's possession is important.
Black Women Study the Bible, Museums Return to Quan,
Free Time West West Vacations, 1000 Conscious View,
Ludwigsburg VZAN No People Born Lace. Glory
is the opposite of the ****** of the city,
the government's vegan government. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work.
World Heritage Sites: Earth's Areas, Titus,
Horoscapes,
and Asia Piers, The Old Prince, My Water, ||
My Child's Dignity,
The Passages, the Glass, Stars, The Children's Way. Glasses,
a spectacular cosmic universe.
When the stars glanced at the sound of music
in the sound of music ||
and watched the eyes of the Jews in Russia,
they popped up podcasts.
Dust Removal Pages - Netsuko, Latin Letters School Vedic School,
Toum Tum; The property of Christopher's property
is also important.||||
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Orange, pink sunrise came over dawn's moss green hill
soon a thousand birds all singing to the sun
orchid flower, soft butterfly touching down
paper petals white, float emerald lily pond
Quan Yin, in her stillness
looking on
To the earth and sky
we all belong
to water and fire
moon, stars, sun
with all elements
we are one
When we feel our
true connection to all
then we are finally home
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
Two birds flying in the sky,
fly, fly high.
To stars sparkling in the night,
sparkle, sparkle bright.
Two diamonds in the ground,
dazzle, dazzle for life.
Two colors, one red one blue,
show your pride!
All hail the mighty hue!
Two hearts, two beats, a different song.
Two minds, two precious minds...
But just as the sun rises, it must set. Just as the day starts, it must have an end. Two young children, humble souls they were. A star in their mother's sky. Their memories will never leave us, and we shall never forget. Bud and Quan will never die.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
Dedication , strength , and perseverance is what we were told
"To help create productive members of society through the youth we will mold"
They would P.T us and "smoke us" and then after that during the winter they would ask , "Are you still cold?"
I trained and kept quite most of the time
The academy help set for me a paradigm
The seconds felt like days the days then turned to months and by then it was gone
I miss the days from talking to the others or to listening to "outside music" like "Hit the Quan"
The main factor that drove me to the highest rank was proving everyone wrong
It made me ready for the uncertainty and strong
I knew I could do it and I still can I knew this all along
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
There is a bridge to heaven
in our garden
Quan Yin and Ganesh
guard the entrance
in my dreams I wander
across the bridge
aerial sliver of silver
floating in the moonlight
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC
Sunrise cherry blossom petals
swirl and dance at the compassionate,
adorable feet of the Goddess Kuan Yin
Smiling temples hang like lanterns
from dragon faced cliffs
drifting gently through
pastel terraced clouds
"Merciful Mother
how do we dare to
measure the immeasurable
or calibrate the infinite?
Mortal minds cannot
calculate what is
divinely incomprehensible."
Emerald eyes flash in the
mesmerizing, stormy mist
of Maya
Quan Yin's snow lily hands
wipe away our suffering
soothe our furrowed, fevered brows
Her words fall into pining hearts:
"The body is a temple
you are a projection of love.
Love the Earth, love the air
love the water, love the fire.
Love the part of self that is of the ethers."
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
She completed all of her karma
Nirvana to be her new home
So compassionate was her dharma
That she vowed not to leave us alone
She saw human kind as her charges
Stayed to free all from suffering and fear
The promise of Quan Yin enlarges
To love all and dry every tear
The great chant will make us take notice
Her compassion and love in full bloom
“Hail the Jewel in the Lotus”
“Om Mani Padme Hum”
© Victor Fuhrman
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC