Yen Cress

Rookie (3/9/43 / San Francisco, California)

Yen Cress Poems

1. Bros 9/21/2007
2. Perspective 9/21/2007
3. Early Date 9/21/2007
4. Tanka 1 9/22/2007
5. Sneak Peek 9/22/2007
6. House Mouse 9/22/2007
7. The Song Of The Lark (Pantoum) 9/24/2007
8. At The Midway 9/24/2007
9. Questions For My Canary 9/24/2007
10. The Pigeons' Chance 10/1/2007
11. Silky 10/1/2007
12. The Evil Of Salem (Sestina) 10/2/2007
13. Song Dogs 10/6/2007
14. To My Child During His Nap 10/19/2007
15. Felix The Helix 10/23/2007
16. Leaf Motif 10/23/2007
17. Soul Search (Villanelle) 10/24/2007
18. Wait! Wait! I'M Not Quite Ready! 10/24/2007
19. Act 3 11/2/2007
20. Hiroshi 11/13/2007
21. Never Alone 10/19/2007
22. The Forgotten Children Of Quan Am (Sestina) 10/19/2007
23. The Pale Beauty 11/1/2007
24. Misnomers 10/1/2007
25. Hiroko 11/13/2007
26. Brief Encounter 10/23/2007
27. Snow White's Unveiling 10/4/2007
28. Influence 9/21/2007
29. Mother Teresa 9/20/2007
30. The Fair Sisters Of Law 9/21/2007
31. Debutante In Green (Rondeau Redouble) 10/23/2007
32. Three Glances At One Mollusk 10/23/2007
33. Good Clean Fun 9/14/2006
34. To My Survivors 9/14/2006
35. One December Night 9/24/2007
36. On Passing Through Death Valley In November 9/29/2007
37. Hermit Crab's Moving Day 9/22/2007
38. Apocalypsis 10/1/2007
39. Salute To An American Soldier 9/21/2007
40. Final Communication 10/2/2007
Best Poem of Yen Cress

Black April

From inland mountains to the salt-soaked shore,
From China's border to the southern plains,
The earth lies drenched in sweat and bloody gore,
And tears keep falling like the summer rains.

Where is the peace we offered to restore?
What have we done, and who has paid the price?
Two million bodies live and breathe no more,
And corpses rot in graves near fields of rice.

A father weeps; his only son is dead.
Small children cry; their mothers cannot come.
A boy is blinded; old rags swathe his head.
Young widows beg the mercy of Quan Am.

The Viet ...

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Mother Teresa

She does her humble Christian works
For cripple here and leper there,
No matter whether danger lurks.
She smiles at sick ones, while they stare
At eyes of mercy, hands that care.
She ministers to needs deplored
And opens doors to sun and air.
She serves her Lord!

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