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Unread postby WarriorWorthAThousand » Mon Jul 17, 2006 3:19 am

Just made this up, tell me what you think...

All Cao Cao saw was a flash of red
Before Xu Chu was struck in the head
Yue Jin soon after fell
Cao Cao knew the Red was Hell

The red stopped; something flew through the air
A great headdress, complexion fair
All Lord Cao could do was stare
As he saw the great man there

Cao Cao was doomed, this he knew;
Await his fate was all he could do
Aided by his friend Yuan Shu
Victory went to Lu Bu

The Three Kingdoms would never be
Emp Xian would rule, you see
Liu Bei died as well that day
As did Guan Yu and Zhang Fei

The Han got through the Way of Peace
Dong Zhuo’s soul had had release
But no matter about Guan Yu’s lore
Lu Bu was the God of War.
(having just been hit in the eye with Cao Xing's arrow) "Essence of my father, blood of my mother, I can not throw this away!" ~gulp~
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Unread postby Chris the King » Tue Jul 25, 2006 8:07 pm

A pro-Han likening of the Yellow Turban Rebellion to Wang Man's usurpation.

Celestial beams lance from starless sky
Pulling to them the lunar tide
Hours wait for ebb and flow
This is how the cycle goes

Sun of Heaven makes her grab the fan
Falling leaf turns, its colors bland
Snowdrift freezes soldiers’ bones
April raindrops make him think of home

Earthly kingdom Man may possess
Divined by Nature nonetheless
To resist the predetermined path
Would end with vengeful Heaven’s wrath

When you who slew the serpent rose
It ended with your sons enthroned
When rebels schemed to steal the peace
A son revived thy legacy

Like the tide or change of seasons
It goes beyond a doubt or reason
The time for valor once more enticed
Time for rebels to be ended twice
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Unread postby Sern » Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:37 am

I guess I wrote this one out of boredom one day, but I still put a point in it.

~~Shred it like a razor blade
Predictable thoughts burst in the shade
Color the emotions black and gray
Let the damaged record play

Watch the sky go red to blue
Like our nature to catch the flu
Laugh and cry and scream all day
At this apocryphal cabaret

Celebrate your selfish ambitions
Shine like a brand new audition
Skin the hide of fruits abound
Let the growling music sound

Stages set with matters of discovery
Eyes set upon our recovery
Games of saphire and gold we play
At this apocryphal cabaret

Wisdom gone yet knowledge afoot
A smell rises from fresh soot
Broad ranges accompany the crowd
To make our own selves proud

Lies and cries mix with love
To rhyme with black crows and white doves
Set forth a path, a different way
At this apocryphal cabaret~~
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Unread postby Pi Ka Chu » Tue Jan 02, 2007 10:27 pm

Light rain drops down unto my face
And mix with my sweat
As it hits my skins, it washes off the dirt
But not my spirit

Cold on the outside, but hot within
Breathlessness in a world of air
I open my lungs to intake the oxygen
But I swallow fire instead

A mercury fleeted foot on me
I’m atlas to my weight
My legs begin to deceive its purpose
And give way along my run

Running hard as other watch
I pass roughly through the street
Glimpsing at the faces as I pass
Staring into their unknown mind

I drag the boulder up the hill
and for a moment it falls of
Dust rising to be suppressed
The air is heavy with my breath.
Nice guys don't insists on being creepers just because they were nice.
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A Poem

Unread postby MiZhu42 » Thu Jan 18, 2007 1:46 am

I am only in 8th grade, so the quality may not be up to snuff with some of the other things here, but I have done my best. If you had any comments, please feel free.

(Also, I note the inaccuracy of Cao Cao saying that he rules all of china, but, hey, what can you say. Poetic license.)



LOTUS TREE (CAO CAO'S REGRETS)

I was there beneath the lotus tree
When every blossom was a dead man
Every petal a moment of his life

They called me hero, and hero I was
Championing truth and justice with spear and sword
I inscribed peace across the land in blood

Now I rule the land, from Nanman to Luoyang
Millions I rule
Millions more I have killed to rule them.

“Chaos”, which used to be engraved in all our hearts
Has been replaced by order, unity, brotherhood
As my enemies have been swept aside like sand in the wind

And I recalled beneath the lotus tree
As each petal floated slowly down to earth,
All of those moments, all of the men,

The lotus tree loses all in one season
But my time is not eternal, and when next season comes
They blossom anew, and the lotus tree still stands.
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Another Poem

Unread postby MiZhu42 » Thu Jan 18, 2007 1:49 am

Here is another poem. Please excuse the length. The situation is entirely fictional.

"To Sail Across the Tidal Sea..."

Drunken, Zhang Fei scoffed
At a fisherman
Under a willow tree.

“Muck-feeder,
You’ve never changed
The tides of man.


“I have killed
ten thousand men
Over hundreds of battlefields.

“My spear is feared
Across the land.
What say to that?”

The fisherman turned
And smiled
And said,

“Warrior Zhang
is known
Across the land,

“I have not claimed
The lives of men
Just fish,

“who slip into my net
Of their own
Accord.”

Taunting,
Zhang Fei
Said,

“How can you stand
To be a fisherman, and live
In such obscurity?”

The fisherman
Caught a fish
And said,

“Master Zhang
Some say life
Is like a river.

“Some say
Life is like
A mountain.



“I say life
Is “like” no thing
Life is.

“To me
Life is
Fishing.

“Beneath this
Willow tree
I have sat

“Since I was six
Daily,
And watched the fish.

At 14 I thought,
‘I should learn this art
Of fishing,

“ ‘It was my father’s
Thus is it mine
I am obligated to learn.’ ”

“With sweeps
Of net
I sought

“Every fish
That came
My way.

“But my splashing
Only served
To scare them off.

“By thirty
I had learned
To use a net.

“To cleverly align
Its filter
To let no thing escape.”



And then
He laughed
And said,

“They say
‘Heaven’s net
Is wide

“ ‘But lets
nothing
through.’

“I presumed
The same would go
For me.

But now
At fifty,
I have learned

To fish
Without a net
Or pole.

“I lay my hand in the waters
And in time the fish
Swim to them.

“In this way,
I make enough to feed
My kin.

“And if I can eat
Then why
Fight?”

Now sober
Zhang Fei
Said,

“Ah, if only
To sail across
The tidal sea
Causing no waves.”
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One more, for good measure.

Unread postby MiZhu42 » Thu Jan 18, 2007 1:54 am

Man, I'm on a spree! I didn't know about this thread and I have a lot of stuff so...

This is a haiku, like Zhuge Liang might say to Jian Wei on the Plains of Wuzhang, shortly before his death:

Each man's star may pass
Stars at least have never claimed
Immortality.
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Unread postby MiZhu42 » Sat Jan 20, 2007 12:48 am

This one's more of an introduction to a series of poetry about Zhuge Liang:



And at that time,
And in that place,
Zhuge Liang became the Sage,
Through no tactic of his own,
For devices he had none,
Instead devoting such
Stratagems of man
To nature’s handiwork,
A superior battle plan.

Kongming,
As he would to time be known,
Became the one true Emperor,
One without throne
Save that of
Southeastern winds
Sweeping away
The marks of men
Like Wei, and Wu,
And Shu by Jin,
Yet as the Sleeping Dragon,
To rise again.
"Each man's star may pass
Star at least have never claimed
Immortality."
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Unread postby Pi Ka Chu » Tue Jan 23, 2007 6:44 am

Tribute to Srok Khmer.

Khmer Urie, my homeland
Where friends can give eachother a hand
Though I am American, I will go back agian
Even here I'll never forget you
No country can ever forget you

Here we are Han, Viet, Lao, Thai, Khmer
We have not forgetten you cry
Here we are ready to help
You will always have your help

From lands far and wide
We come to see be at your side
your temples and your towns
your people in the crowds
we have not forgot them, how can we forget.

We know all your face
from the rich to the poor in empty spaces
but never forget that in the end
I, an American, was a village boy too.
The world is just like you
Nice guys don't insists on being creepers just because they were nice.
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Love and War

Unread postby julianoliver33 » Fri Jan 26, 2007 1:38 am

Love and War

People love and people hate
love and war
men take up arms, woman and children seek cover
love and war
swords claim lives, tears soak tbe landscape
love and war
massive battles are fought, massive peace meetings are held
love and war
battles end, woman hug their husbands
love and war


(this was my first poem, although i'm not much of a poet)
And so my friends, there are many things that will happen in our lives that we may not understand, but if we simply open up or hearts, minds and souls, we shall find ourselves in astonishing tranquility. -Julian Oliver
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