Gordon Tseng

Singing a love song, wandering in that peaceful and lonely night,
The blinking star lets his touching notes take a ride with the moonlight.
To thank the moon for her fan-like listening, her generous free flight,
The notes dance on the black sleepy ocean, make it excited and silver white.
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Toward the heaven, I throw my verse
And there comes the twinkling universe.
Into the world, I release my music notes
To let solitude enjoy rowing the life boats.
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I Am a Being

- To All Conscious Beings
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They always travel from particularities to generalities,
In their adventures of discovering, or creating, explicable realities.
With pure logic, reasoning, or other mental abilities,
Bravely exerting all the human intellect’s possibilities.
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Fly with me.
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They made me alive and then buried me alive.
Now, I let the ancient superpower be visualized.
When the East turns red, the sun shall rise.
Will my thousand-year broken story be clarified?
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At the limit of human intellect, he stood shivering on the brink.
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Were you the sea speaking eloquently in May,
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</></>They say, to enjoy the modern life, you need nuclear.
Oh, it’s safe and clean so don’t worry, my dear.
But, when encountering the things that happen every hundred years,
They would say, well, there is still something not so sure and clear.
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God bless the hungry, in Columbia or in Cambodia, in Europe or in Ethiopia.
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Fish would think those are winners who swim fast.
Lions may insist those are losers who run last.
It's ridiculous to mold yourself into their value cast
If you are a bird who can only fly to get your lifetime pleasantly passed.
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</></></>Up the hill, the Tung blossoms of this year are awake,
Above the green ocean, flying their white snowflakes.
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Quasi-Quatrain

I love monorhyming quatrain from my point of view.
They call it Shairi Quatrain whose form is never new.
Trying to create some variations for poetic life lovers like you,
I hope someday their writers and readers will not be only a few.
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Star snow flies above the great wild ground,
When they both ride the roc and explore around,
To the world's and being's imagined bound,
For the Appers whose hearts similarly pound.
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Lyrics 1 for Pachelbel's Canon (I Love To Travel By Arts For Fun)
- by Gordon Tseng (2012)
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He used to have that Oscar Dream,
Driving his story streaming down Star War's beam.
Well, finally he does find his own cinema team,
A family in the dark with popcorn and ice cream.
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Lyrics and Composed by
Sharon and Gordon (search on youtube or check the poet's profile)

Up the hill, the Tung blossoms of this year are awake,
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(You can check the poet's profile for the youtube link to the song)

When the rockers’ first scream from the island’s south tip blues the spring,
I’m going with you on our journey for the song only the Pacific Ocean can sing.
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Can your inner child come out and play?
Oh, where are those innocent smiles in those good old days?
And, can you play with me in what the works are trying to say?
Oh, why don’t you free yourself from their so-called normal way?
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I am a Being when I start to think.
I am a Being no universe can sink.
I am a Being wherever I was born.
I am a Being in whatever form.
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