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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby Muirghiel » Thu Apr 14, 2011 11:21 pm

The Third Gentleman

I hold the bloom of a chrysanthemum in my hand
going around and around in a crimson spiral
and I ask of each petal: “Does he love me true?
A little, a lot, passionately, madly, or not at all?”
At last I touch the last one, but I do not ask.
Perhaps I don’t really want to know the answer.

Or maybe I do know and I know better than
to let the scarlet corolla of an autumn bloom
tell me what only you have the right to say.
And yet people bandy their words so much.
The tongue often delivers the lies of the mind.
Not like the flower which can only blossom,
petals turning out in a perfect ratio.

Though the winter winds may blow cruelly
I know that our little flower will be brave.
Every year it blooms only to see the frost.
Despite this it returns every late summer
and refuses to let last year’s bitterness
inhibit its enjoyment of today’s sunshine.

Winters come and go but so do summers.
No matter what, it is always the same.
Come now, let’s allow our love to bloom.
I want to endure every winter with you
and hold your hand as we wait for spring.

Originally posted on January 26th 2011
My head rests on the pillow. The quilt is warm and smooth. I am peaceful.
Sunshine on the door, the curtain is not yet drawn.
The morning air retains the youthful taste of spring
briefly come, arriving while I was sleeping.

~Bai Juyi
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby WeiWenDi » Sun Jun 19, 2011 1:13 am

I like it, Muirghiel! Rings very true - I especially like the way you subvert the cycling of the seasons into an expression of constancy and eternity.

Here are my recent attempts at Chinese poetry - nowhere near as profound, I'm afraid. And if you feel like a cheap laugh, try plugging them into Google Translate :P :

在吾鞋里 要往何遍
何长走路 足疲之前
能见同涯 能应暴风
寻明日泉 渴过心疼
面对街叉 要选道路
标都没看 粗心无图
顾你之星 缥缈之声
其之情调 以上孤匉
抓其光亮 汩而灭之
自劝不管 暗藏诚实
血也嚎叫 峭壁之上
吾都爱你 霎眼永恒

- 2011年3月6日


其是易喜 直观月亮
故为窃示 心门曾爽
吾命之愿 歆爚脸笑
夜星海里 邃堉之岛
夏暖和风 云光红晓
吾臂上来 到远拥抱
情理烈乃 念跟内日
到七箛鸣 到光末世
这仆誓也 站天东岸
希随月归 海陆皆安

- 2011年5月30日


塔上站观黑云者 紧目见月踪
围吾轰之疑为雷 何持静无悚
曾其无旨盲徊也 八道而非足
亦被运跌而颺之 波中迷小孺
为何开愚揽世愤 为何敢再恋
吾意求安愈难安 直至近汝身
则冷风雨雪不怵 因内人爱仡
吾可辞塔达汝也 乃要汝信力

- 2011年6月17日
Some more blood, Chekov. The needle won't hurt, Chekov. Take off your shirt, Chekov. Roll over, Chekov. Breathe deeply, Chekov. Blood sample, Chekov! Marrow sample, Chekov! Skin sample, Chekov! If I live long enough... I'm going to run out of samples.
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby WeiWenDi » Sun Jul 24, 2011 9:50 am

Enemy within

Daybreak, you think the castle’s sound
Archers looking out across the ground
No way they can reach us here, you think
The shockwave and the blast
Are making it clear at last
Your own flesh and blood will make you drink, yeah

Fire in the stables, stab in the back
Nobody could have foreseen this attack
Everyone thought he was nice, the guy next door
Behind normality’s mask
He’s planned out every task
And now there’s blood and bodies on the floor

Easy to see the rage, and it’s
Easy to see the hate
But it’s the blade that’s hidden with a smile
That will seal your fate

Enemy within – the ones who tear us down
Enemy within – won’t stop until we’ve drowned
Enemy within – one here worth a thousand there
Enemy within – don’t expect them to fight fair
Enemy within, enemy within

It’s total chaos, fighting for your lives
Save the children and husbands and wives
Wait for the truth as the smoke and ashes clear
Pinballs in this arcade
A desperate masquerade
Can’t take any more, the time is growing near

Don’t believe the howling papers
The smug f--king commentators
Pointing fingers at the foreigner always
Remember to consider
Our finger’s on the trigger
So easy to bring about the end of days

Easy to see the rage, and it’s
Easy to see the hate
But it’s the blade hidden with a smile
That will seal your fate

Enemy within – the ones who tear us down
Enemy within – won’t stop till we’ve drowned
Enemy within – one here worth a thousand there
Enemy within – don’t expect them to fight fair
Enemy within, enemy within
Some more blood, Chekov. The needle won't hurt, Chekov. Take off your shirt, Chekov. Roll over, Chekov. Breathe deeply, Chekov. Blood sample, Chekov! Marrow sample, Chekov! Skin sample, Chekov! If I live long enough... I'm going to run out of samples.
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby TooMuchBaijiu » Tue Jul 26, 2011 7:06 pm

WeiWenDi wrote:Enemy within


Must've had some killer guitar riffs in your head when you wrote this, huh? :D

Well, here's something I wrote a couple years back-a guy like you might dig it:

Synthetic Life


They say we’ve gone astray, lost our way, that we’re in the last days
An old cliché, divining doom to the tune of Dies Irae
They love to spit warning after warning of apocalypse
But they and their prophesies can both lip-lock our dicks
Hate to break it to you, but I think you’re gon’ find
We ain’t goin’ nowhere like a mind on wintertime
You say it’s the end, it’s the end indeed
The end of yearning, the end of worry, the end of want or need
The age is post-industrial, post-literary
Post-war, post-peace, post-purpose, all unnecessary
We’re at your service now, weaving your dreams
We’re your counselor, your confidant, just talk to our screens
It’s no evil plan, we’re tools for you to please yourselves
This isn’t the Temple of Syrinx, and it ain’t 2112
We’re like a mother’s song, don’t you feel it, can’t you see
We’re your shelter, built to set you free from reality

Talk to us, come on, get your ass connected
We can take you to a place where you’ll never be rejected
We can save you from your strife, make you blissfully blithe
Come embrace the gilded cage, savor your synthetic life
Talk to us, let us formulate your fantasy
When you’re stuck in the rain, we can act as your canopy
Let us seek the things you’ve sought, let us think your thoughts
Life’s a struggle, but it’s one that don’t got to be fought

I love you pretentious philosophers, you tedious thinkers
You people wanna make wildfires out of cinders
For thine is the kingdom, built for the saint and the sinner
And this world can never end, neither with a bang nor a whimper
You should learn to love the hollow men, recognize and honor them
It’s for you they strive to serve, it’s the system’s stratagem
Since you were babies they cared for you like lords and ladies
Entertaining you daily to drown out the Soapbox Sadies
Those who pushed you to pursue what lay beyond your world view
Dispensin’ dissention, makin’ you covet what you never knew
Turning you against us, who gave you all you could require
Making you forget how you’ve fed off of our Empire
That call for freedom, it’s the call of a siren
You wanna see the world? Let me expand your horizon
Turn on the TV, witness the pain, poverty and pestilence
They suffer for your sake, pickin’ up the tab for your decadence

Talk to us, come on, get your ass connected
We can take you to a place where you’ll never be rejected
We can save you from your strife, make you blissfully blithe
Come embrace the gilded cage, savor your synthetic life
Talk to us, let us formulate your fantasy
When you’re stuck in the rain, we can act as your canopy
Let us seek the things you’ve sought, let us think your thoughts
Life’s a struggle, but it’s one that don’t got to be fought

Pass me the stick and let’s talk like Mohawks
We got the culture locked, the orthodox are the cool kids on the block
This is America, get paid or keep up a charade
Every block got shops slangin’ costumes for the masquerade
We’re the architects of appearance, the tailors of trends
At your service if you got the scrilla to spend
We sell status, saccharine, and sexuality
Our business is to banish the basis of life’s banality
Every day we design desire, form new types of hunger
The must have item, the newest technological wonder
Protest the principle, but don’t be a dilettante
Understand the game, know how you’d wilt without want
So hate us, but we ain’t the only ones with snake oil for sale
The counter-culture makes a killing rousing you to rebel
Yeah, throw your finger to the system, don’t conform, condemn
Just remember to buy their shirts so you can look just like them

Talk to us, come on, get your ass connected
We can take you to a place where you’ll never be rejected
We can save you from your strife, make you blissfully blithe
Come embrace the gilded cage, savor your synthetic life
Talk to us, let us formulate your fantasy
When you’re stuck in the rain, we can act as your canopy
Let us seek the things you’ve sought, let us think your thoughts
Life’s a struggle, but it’s one that don’t got to be fought

Talk to us, come on, get your ass connected
We can take you to a place where you’ll never be respected
We can save you from your strife, make you blissfully blithe
Come embrace the gilded cage, savor your synthetic life
Talk to us, let us formulate your fantasy
When you’re stuck in the rain, we can act as your canopy
Let us seek the things you’ve sought, let us think your thoughts
Life’s a struggle, but it’s one that don’t got to be fought
I don't write fanfic, but if I did it would involve Zhou Yu and Zheng He fighting to win the heart of Lai Choi San. Then I'd make them join forces to fight Ming the Merciless, who secretly works for Master Li. I'd squeeze Lu Bu in there somehow.
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby WeiWenDi » Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:03 am

TooMuchBaijiu wrote:Synthetic Life


Props, dude. Killer rhymes, and an impressive read - but I'm actually more interested in going to the live reading...

月氏歌

天山路叉選一條
颳北風示吾歸遭
颻雪被戎血泮燒
聽遠西漠中慨號
追赤鹿者凡等儼
劃江船并遊凍原
酷滄長晦鍛煃魂
寒黑中聽烔義論

- 郭明正, 2011年11月20日

Translation:

Song of the Tokharians

I choose a path from a fork in the Tian Shan road,
As the North Wind whispers to me, 'turn back'.
The driving snow is melted by the heat of my barbarian blood
As I hear the distant lament from the western desert.
Among the followers of the elk, all are equally glorious,
The river-boat rowers and the tundra wanderers.
Bitter cold and long nights forge hearts afire;
In the winter dark one hears the scalding word of justice.

- Matthew Cooper, 20 November 2011

EDIT:

Here's the pinyin, to show that it actually does rhyme in the Mandarin:

Yuèzhī Gē

Tiānshān lùchā xuǎn yītiáo
Guā běifēng shì wú guī zāo
Yáoxuě bèi róng xuè pàn shāo
Tīng yuǎn xīmò zhōng kǎi hào
Zhuīchìlùzhě fán děng yǎn
Huàjiāngchuán bìng yóudòngyuán
Kùcāng chánghuì duàn kuǐ hún
Hánhēi zhōng tīng tóng yìlùn
Some more blood, Chekov. The needle won't hurt, Chekov. Take off your shirt, Chekov. Roll over, Chekov. Breathe deeply, Chekov. Blood sample, Chekov! Marrow sample, Chekov! Skin sample, Chekov! If I live long enough... I'm going to run out of samples.
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby TooMuchBaijiu » Fri Dec 23, 2011 4:42 pm

Alright, I was on...something one day and this is what became of it. Truth is, I want to know if it's any good...I have no clue myself. If it sucks, someone, please, tell me, so I don't get any delusions of grandeur.


The yin and the yang, masculine and feminine
Confucius say “Pretentious Westerner think he know meaning”.
Ah, but the Dao is that which cannot be spoken
So what the hell do you know, my friend?
I call it the way I wish to see it
Like a true Solipsist of carefully packaged Eastern Mysticism
Carefully advertised and packaged so us neo Corporate Hippies of the consumerist epoch
Can smoke reefer and pretend we’re Kerouac and Ginsburg reborn
But: the yin and yang, the masculine and feminine
Can’t we apply it to that which makes the unreal real?
The yang, masculine, weaver of tall tales and epic creations
The picture and personification of the Manhattan skyline
The will of man made visible, the ambition and dreams of the grandiose
An Olympian mount of fire and steel, the landscape of the world compressed
Into a neat quadrilateral package
War, blood, sex, violence, the monument, testament and paean of man’s ability
To create and destroy, and to make masterpieces
Only imagining Gotterdammerung in the background booming from sound stages
As we dream of double D-cup Valkyries whisking us away to a plastic-and-neon Valhalla
It’s the spiritual-cocaine mania of Greek Tragedians reborn,
The resurrection now armed with CGI and billion-dollar budgets
And the ambition and ability to induce awe like the soul of Tenochitlan captured in ink and celluloid
The type of shit that make men ooh and aah
Their faces rapt with amazement as they bear witness to your gunpowder orgasms
Holding their veins out for an injection of rich (focus-group approved) universes
Craving knowledge of that which exists only in our collective fantasies
The Supreme Soviet of kick-ass

And there is the yin-
The violin whose music is drowned out when the horns blare and the cannons blast
The quiet song of a dream whose notes we can only hear so faintly
Trapped in the oubliette of our imaginations
The ray of light we can grasp for an instant before it inevitably escapes us
The connect we share-the ultrastring of the human spirit
That which can be spoken, but only in the most wavering terms
Uhhs and ahhs predominant as we try to explain
-mostly to ourselves-
The concealed tranquility and discontent that dominates us from air pockets safe from the floods of wisdom and pabulum
Whispering the little secrets about the world through our obscured vision
Blind to all but what’s before us and behind us
Missing a dimension or two but shit
We’re only mortals trying to comprehend the Gods
Once we prayed through the tips of pens, but now Thou Shalt Use QWERTY and the almighty Triangle
But every line and shot’s still a wistful and impulsive little hymn to Venus and Diana
And it’s glory ‘til you remember it’s amateur night at the world’s Apollo
And those catcalls are for you, and the crowd could give a f••• which Muse got your back
We’re here to laugh at the pathetic war cries of gilded cage maidens trapped in Fortress America
‘Cause laughter is the best medicine, and you know we love our anti-depressants
Why so serious? Don’t you know the world’s just a stage
A theater production directed by Yahweh and His subsidiaries
It’s a Divine Comedy, so laugh, motherfucker, what’s your problem?
And so you deliver your lines to this jovial reception screaming “Do Free Bird”
Listening to your Lacrimosa and wondering why you haven’t killed Amadeus and his little dog too
And why your Grand Finale didn’t have the White House explode
They scoff even as they know it’s open mic night and their cue is just around the corner
Well, as they say there’s no small parts, just small actors looking to upstage their way to top billing
So dream on, dream with the tiny music in the air, aspire to have your heart’s leitmotif heard
And maybe the pendulum’s swing won’t cut you short
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby Zhuanyong » Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:00 pm

Theme: Love Tragedy

Title: Unconditional Love Betrayed

As the lake exhales upon its breadth, I am here by your side as a gale,
Removed from the depths of your love, I yearn,
Against the torrents of those who attempt to thwart our mid-summers night’s passion,
How deeply does my heart burn; and the fire between the gird of my strength,
Against the wicked, my prayers would not go unsent,
How deeply does my love grow for those who teshuvah,
Indeed, they have relented and recanted their subtleties in order to repent,
Yet again, I must resend the chesed I have retracted from time to time,
For my beloved Chokmah, in wisdom doth she shine,
She is not a fleeting thought, but a memory of the many in whom I’ve grasped and let go,
The depths of her love are boundless and pure as the wilderness’s northern lakes winter snow,
When I gave her to you as my gift of our love,
Her wings were as pure as my heart towards you; she was in the form of a celestial dove,
It is not for a day that my love has removed from being true,
You tore those wings, you trampled upon her neck and your children were removed from neglect,
The very life that she had was assaulted by your ‘love’ for me,
With a smile, you feigned ignorance of the scattered ashes I have been left to pour out upon this sea,
A burning passion has ignited within me, but not for the love between you and me,
Forced to your knees, I have humbled you,
My gates are open; I have allowed you access to enter my innermost parts,
You have clave to me no more than a bee suckling on the breast of a honeysuckle,
Sweeter than the dew of the nectar pouring from love in which I’ve solely bequeathed to you,
Can I trust you? Have you passed my test?
Unrest does the arms of my beloved feel as I remove my love from her deeply in regret,
Penetrating the thighs of her innocence, the chaff left of a betrayal not yet reproved,
How deeply does my cry yearn, when I am left to not slumber with you,
Many have come, a thousand thousands upon a billions billion,
Yet, you are the twinkling of my eye,
Your betrayal I had forgiven, yet you betrayed me a constant after constant,
As often as a shade of blue does the sky,
As I allowed your children to die, you begged to me to consolidate your love to mines,
You begged me to make you a lover of mine,
Hell no, again I can see the betrayal even on your very breasts,
As other men have caressed them and suckled upon your milk, nurtured,
Surely again, you have not to pass my test!
Again I ask, ‘can I trust you?’ And now you look upon me a sigh,
I have killed, nay destroyed you my beloved, for within me doth your heart dies.
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby MhiHayoli » Tue May 29, 2012 4:03 pm

The warriors heart (by Hanleng - written about 3 minutes ago while playing RoTK XI)

From a distance I'm looking for
the garden of my soul.
Branches of spring and the autumn fruits.
But my heart was just ash and coal.

The war has divided it.
The battle has made it rough.
Winter cold torments me with feverish summer.
I've had enough.

And as a new morning dawned,
as you entered into my life.
The sweet scent of peach orchards and flower groves.
So my honor bowed in front of you and ask you - would you be my wife?
"I do not speak to change minds. I do not trust in the sweetening lies you speak with false dignity. I care nothing for your worldly treasures and pity you all for you need them to feel value in life."
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby Qu Hui » Mon Jun 04, 2012 12:13 am

Breaking Down

He can’t keep it up anymore
Those sweet words keep the nightmares away
He can’t trust them just yet, though
Not after the first pair hurt him so badly

Ooooh, but they’re breaking him down
His defenses crumbling to the ground
But he can still hear that terrible sound
The cheek, the hand, the target found

He expects the same from the new pair
Keeps quiet, keeps them at his short arms’ length
Hopes not to incur their imaginary wrath
But finds they don’t act as he thinks

Ooooh, but they’re breaking him down
His defenses crumbling to the ground
But he can still hear that terrible sound
The cheek, the hand, the target found

The scars still ache when he thinks of the ones before
He doesn’t say that out loud, but somehow they know
One of them is always there with soothing words
Rubbing his back until the tremors pass

Ooooh, but they’re breaking him down
His defenses crumbling to the ground
But he can still hear that terrible sound
The back, the hot iron, the target found

His defenses are all gone now and he’s crying on the ground
But he’s not wallowing in sadness for long
They hold him in their arms pressed tight between them
Promising the world, happiness, and protection always

Ooooh, and they’ve broken him down
His defenses crumbled to the ground
He can no longer hear that terrible sound
Sleeping in peace, his happiness found

(Bonus points to whomever can figure out what the song's about)
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby MhiHayoli » Mon Jun 04, 2012 12:06 pm

A view blindfolded (depressing rainy days aren't always bad)

One can tell much about the heart
One can tell much about the soul
But no word could weight - what others can see

There is no age
There is no time
No line to seperate
No distance between

Country and borders
One established long ago
Languages and cultures
Religions - heavens and hells

What no one can see - I gaze upon every day

I'm looking out my window
I see faceless people on the streets
I hear them singing with words
I see them laugh and cry

What I see is not the shell
What I see is deep within
What I wish for all to understand one day
We're all one kin


Play my song >>A violin for sadness

Fading in suns light. Fading at our side.
Reaching for stars embrace – but got left in darkness.

Were there is only fear and sorrow
I will come playing my song
Were the Ones – left and forgotten
Wait for light

When the time numbs all our cryings
I will come playing my song
And if the spirits care to listen
I'll gladly let them sing along.

There is no happiness in the heart of my past
There is nothing left but ruins and dust. There is death.
And with no place to call home
With nowhere left to go
I'll keep on playing under trees and stars till the dawn of day – the new day

Were there is no law or justice
I will come playing my song
Were the Ones – left and forgotten
Wait for dawn

When the time takes all hopes from us
I will come playing my song
And if the spirits care to listen
I'll gladly play all night long

With little luck and endless pain from days long gone.
There is nothing left but ruins and dust. There is death
And with loneliness harbored
With hardships endless on the road
I'll keep on playing for flowers and rivers until dawn – till I am gone

Spirits, sing with me – let me hear your names
I shall remember them all until I join you one day
May the trees be your stairway
May the leaves carry you high
Until you reach the stars one night and be free – goodbye

I'll keep playing all night... .
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