Trilogy By Compounding 03 Poems
Variation #01 - A Fantasy For Anne Yun
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Friends are like commercial banks
They're all over the place - service's King
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Three damned deceased souls
Imaginary depiction of the afterlife
Brought to the same room in Hell
Locked inside by a mysterious valet
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Aleppo - December 15,2016
2.30am local time (4: 30am SPT) :
'We wish to inform you that
Our family of eight children
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Peabody Energy is the largest coal company in the world
It's also bankrupt, this past April
The company filed for Chapter 11.
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Not knowing the difference between a blue airplane
And a yellow submarine, or to that effect the standard
Deviation between artillery and navy
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Hypocrite! First cast out the beam from your eye
And then you will see clearly to cast out the splinter
from the eye of your brother (Matthew 7: 5) .
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On Tuesday, millions of lifelong Republicans
will vote against Donald Trump
'I'm one of them, ' declared Gordon Humphrey
a former U.S. senator who served more than
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Harder, dirtier, more excessive
Maybe more exciting than ever
The election battle, the greatest show
on earth, spectacular reality TV
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This is a true story, taken out of the 1963 newspaper
African-American barmaid, Hattie Carroll
Fifty-one years old, humble maid in the kitchen
Gave birth to 10 children who'all adored their mummie
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Dignified, grey-hair cigarette-smoking cashier
Thinking-outside-the-box of her humble ticket-office
One place for $2, three places for $5, eight places for
Ten Bucks,20 places for twenty
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Oh, the pleasure derived from
Another person's misfortune
Extraordinary schadenfreude
Having obnoxious rivals locked up
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For those who think baseball is just a
game of foolish men playing around with
their balls, think twice, Finally.
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Ernesto 'Che' Guevara
Born 1928 - Killed 1967
'Shoot, coward, the CIA
is going to kill a man'
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RMS Titanic - British cruise liner
that sank in the North Atlantic Ocean
Early morning of 15 April 1912
Collision with an iceberg during
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Chapelle, born Georgette
Louise Meyer,1919 - 1965
Tiny woman known for refusal to kowtow
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American in Paris
Yesterday
he was not betrayed with a kiss
but greeted with one
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In the noble science and art
of managing other people's hard-earned savings
asset portfolio's from Fortune-500 dividend stocks to
young startup companies like fmr Apple & Google
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- Ab antiquo
Orcas, snow petrels
South polar skua:
Stercorarius maccormicki
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Writing-Reading-Breathing Poetry
Trilogy By Compounding 03 Poems
Variation #01 - A Fantasy For Anne Yun
The moon tonight is the color of
drenched carnations. The magpies
flap and chatter briefly when candles
are lit, dispelling early evening shadows,
creating a pool of creamy illumination.
Such is the reality of my place in time
as I greet you, Anne Yun, in your reality.
I am your honored ancestor, you are
my beloved progeny. I am so grateful
you remember me as a poet and scholar,
and not that weary wanderer of endless,
dust-clouded frontier roads, an imperial
messenger delivering countless letters
from countless imperial courtiers
to obedient soldiers in countless camps.
I have no thirst for victory or power.
I have no stake in military glory. Still
it is for these things I live and work.
I have a genius for friendship, but I am
always saying good-bye to friends. I have
a longing for family life, but my wife weeps
and ages alone, and I have never seen
my youngest daughter.
Tell me, was my life
not a useful life, a life lived for others?
Did I not serve faithfully the army that
faithfully defended our borders and passed
forward through time this magnificent land
for you and your contemporaries? When I think
of you, your lives in a prosperity I never knew,
in a peace I never enjoyed, I am content and sleep
an ancestral sleep of fulfilled dreams. And tonight
all my dreams are focused on you, Anne Yun,
my descendant, my distant daughter.
You carry
within the ancient impulse to write poems. How do
your poems reach me? I do not know. They do not
arrive as words written in graceful calligraphy
on precious parchment. They are a presence,
rather than things. Sometimes I know them as
as a perfume which sweetens the air, whose essence
I breathe in and out with pleasure. Other times
your poems appear in the fumes of southern wine,
and I drink deeply of its inspiration. On a few occasions,
I have heard one of your poems recited by a soldier
at a camp fire, and his comrades are quiet and composed.
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The last time I saw Li Bai was a night of gentle beauty.
The autumn air was criss-crossed by warm and cool breezes.
The sky was stretched across the dome of heaven
like an immense roll of silk. The silence gave way to songs
sung by youths and maidens.
I complained about the injustice
of our lives. Li Bai smiled and poured more wine. 'My friend,
we may be just madmen aging into more madness, or maybe
the moon will flood us with wisdom, and we will be both mad
and wise at the same time. Let others sort out the good and
evil of things. I hope our children will prosper in a future
happiness we cannot even imagine. But I will imagine our faraway
children as creative, and productive, and fulfilled.' That was
Li Bai's legacy to me, and now I pass it on to you (poem by Daniel Brick) .
Variation #02 - Your Visit To Anne Yun
So special
- Your distant daughter
Du Fu - You are the warrior
- Your valour
keeps guard - Against the evil forces -
That corrupts the land
- You leave to your descendants - A legacy
- A garden of lush green
- Where flowers bloom
And pure sun light falls -
Your youngest daughter -
Whom you have never seen
Finds the magic -
Of your words -
Poetry written in breeze
- Poetry holds her
Your legacy flows like river
- A river that never dies
- Clouds collect water from river
- They go floating far
and far to unknown lands
- And poetry writes for them - Who read
Poetry - lives for poetry
- And daughter remembers
Du Fu (poem by Yun, Anne) .
Variation #03 - Emily Jane drinking tea with Deng Li-yun
"Mild und leise - softly and gently - wie sie lächelt - how she smiles - ever brighter" - in her was life - and she gave life to her father - but how can she not know him - he who's inundating, mirroring love - purity of natural honey and cashmere wool - who issues commercial paper - US governmental bonds, supposedly risk-free - and tender song lyrics - tribute to his youngest daughter - who never knew he ever existed - or still alive - both kept in the dark - whereabouts as question marks- lonesome, evil mothers - children as tradable commodity - comme nuclear devices - Sun Tzu's art of parental warfare - WMD against former lovers - sole custody - compromising the soul of the family - corrupting life itself - translating ocean blue nights into the screeching ultraviolet yellow of daylight robbery - no worries - perfectly legal - the BC province of wicked minds - pregnant of police brutality - federal family laws of death & destruction - father's writing protest songs of love and justice - daughter's reading his love sonnets - once upon a time in far away family - living up to the promise of boundless poetry - transcending time, the generations - the audacity of hope ascending - how come - the wind doesn't cease blowing - a gentle breeze - how come - somewhere over the rainbow - ocean blue rain's pouring, washing away multiple imperfections - two precariously broken-up lives - retirer pour mieux sauter - (one step backward, three forward) - OMG - light's shining in the darkness (John: 1-4) - light shining upon two friendly faces - "ertrinken, versinken - to drown, to founder - unbewusst, höchste Lust: unconscious - supreme delight" - And the light shineth in darkness - and the darkness comprehended it not (john" 1-5) - テレサ・テン (poem by smilingStocks)
Credit to where credit's due: Yun, Anne and Daniel Brick, online fellow poets at Poemhunter.com, smilingStocks compiled the 3 poems in this special edition of an unique daughter-father-poetry anthology) .