Liilia Talts Morrison
Asia Plays Ya - Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison
Did you ever try tai chi,
Fenged and shue’d your lair so free,
Written haiku poems with glee,
Yinged your yang quite passively?
Did you brace the martial arts,
Waxed and washed karate cars,
Kung fu fought with scary vest?
Oh dear me, I need a rest!
Is your fountain filled with rocks,
Calm enough to knock your socks
Off the floor of bamboo wood?
Trust me, it can do much good.
Wind chimes, large silk prayer flags,
Bonsai trees with twists and crags
Surely do enhance your scene
And perhaps will cure your spleen.
Bellied statues made of jade,
Incense oils of finest grade,
Auras spawn like lotus’ bloom.
You won’t want to leave your room.
So when visiting a park,
Where tai chi does make its mark,
Try to think of higher ends.
On your life it all depends.
Tired of western fun and games?
Asian is your road to fame
Chinese checkers, mah jong too.
Look for pandas in the zoo.
At the end of your calm day
Think about the month of May.
Write a poem in haiku form,
For it’s only three lines long.
If you meditate and sigh,
Home invasions pass you by,
Specially because you buy
Long, mean swords of samurai.
Moral of this story is
If you wish a life of bliss
Keep on living in the west
And pretend that east is best.
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