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There are no guarantees in life
save one…and none of us
certainly not me and possibly not you
no one can outrun the call of their own destiny
once upon a time is a saying
created only by the lawyers

Don’t rely on fortune cookies
as the reason to quit your job

Eat spicy Chinese food
out of a carton …with chopsticks…at least once
sit on a park bench and talk with a lonely stranger
say these words daily
as if they actually mattered to you
thank you……..please….and I love you

Draw your own lines carefully in the sand
then defend them with all that you are

Drink hot coffee from a bowl
hold onto the one you love with both hands
whatever you do in life do it with intense passion
never do what your enemy
expects you to do…ever
live well …love better

When you feel you are in the least danger
be truly aware for it is at that second danger draws near to you
dance and sing your heart out every single day
live….just live as large as you can
remember the Alamo


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Old Chinese Sayings

There  are no guarantees in life      
save one…and none of us
certainly not me and possibly not you
no one can outrun  the call of their destiny
once upon a time is a saying
created  only by  the lawyers

Don’t rely on fortune cookies
as the reason to quit your job

Eat spicy Chinese food
out of a carton ……with chopsticks...more often
sitting on a park bench talking with a stranger
say these words daily 
thank you……..please….and  I love you
as if they actually mattered to you

Draw your own lines carefully in the sand
and defend them with all that you are

Drink hot coffee from a bowl
hold onto the one you love with both hands
whatever you do in life do it with intense passion
never do what your enemy 
expects you to do...ever
live well …love better

Dance and sing your heart out every single day
Live….just live  as large as you can

Remember the Alamo


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A Chinese Story

I have no idea whether this is a true or fabricated story.
Never the less, it was a story that if true still astounds me.
I don't recall where exactly, but in a specific China area
there was a major epidemic going on with an outbreak of malaria.
The Chinese government issued a statement to its citizens.
"If you all consider yourselves honorable true Chinese citizens,
you will all abide everyday the following instructions.
You are to kill at least 10 mosquitos everyday.
If you wish to kill more, fire away,
but you must kill everyday at least 10
if you consider yourself to be a true, honorable Chinese citizen."
China's massive population
then wiped out an entire mosquito generation
and the major plaque of malaria came to an end.
Anyone Chinese out there who may know if this is a true story?

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A Chinese Limerick

A gambler from Hong Kong named Louie.
He was dumb and quite a bit screwy.
In a gambling pad,
he lost all he had.
Today, he can’t afford chop suey.

Who says a limerick has to be Irish?

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a chinese vase

she is like a chinese vase
(i do not know which dynasty from)
most probably of Min one
with the course of time
the smithereens 
have broken 
(almost invisibly)
you can understand
if you pass a finger
on the mouth 
on the neck
but only if it is bare 
without a glove
(velvet or of tulle)
i do not know if i am doing it
but sometimes
in the morns
a light fog
is spreading
then i change my slip cover

it is light
and usually white

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                    To Hugo Shen Fei
               MY CHINESE DAUGHTER

                       There is no face
            Reflection of a thousand years
                That can take her place
           A face that cried a thousand tears
                      There is no heart
               Reflection of the West Lake dew
                      That can so impart
                   Devotion rediscovered
                Replenished each day anew

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At the end of the thought
was sadness.
When temple lies broken
a little white lotus comes up
on the tranquil lake.

A cute word enters the lone voice,
stands down, collapses, retreats into silence.
A chaste tree becomes a sage
and tenderness of the ash turns into an elegy.

The moon-face has frost on the eyes.
Tears blaze the lips.
Unbounded grief holds the space between
sobs, a bodiless spark.

Moons ago when sleep was a fragrant
gift, the song never touched the earth.
That dream sways like a Chinese lantern
without enthusiasm.


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The Ten Million Dollar Chinese Bowl

The Ten Million Dollar Chinese Bowl

By Elton Camp

Asian art collectors were extraordinary excited
A rare Chinese imperial ceramic bowl ignited

Asia's fine art market has exploded last decade
It was expected for the bowl millions to be paid

From the Northern Song Dynasty it's pale green
And is the only one of its type that's ever seen

Museums & individuals are thrilled over the piece
So astronomically the price is likely to increase

Buyer will be one who about money doesn't care
Perhaps a mainland Chinese or western billionaire

The auctioneer held the bowl up and asked for cash
Out of his hand it plunged with a sickening crash

Tiny fragments were scattered all over the floor
And it was worth ten million bucks no more

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Gold Chinese Coins

Small Gold Chinese Coins
Place them in auspicious place
Bring Money to me.

(January 9, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, 

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A Chinese girl I took to a nunnery

A Chinese girl I took to a nunnery


I led her
Her silent leg-irons cutting into my shins
That day when the air stood still
Dry as the day perhaps on the hill
					when he spoke standing still
Drier still my words today
	of a redundant ransom of flesh:

	I’ll take you to the stopping place 
        Where the quiet cowled nuns make lace
	They run a school for well-bred girls
	In a cloistered fenced-in arbour
	There where you’d have no need for curls

She turned just then seven and ten
Me barely two more        when
She said in a breathless moan:

	Take me to the French Convent
	Here my road has come to an end
	       I want to learn
               I want to gain
	As much knowledge as my brain
		Will strive to contain

I had no choice
I had no voice
In a Chinese school which stopped midways
She was the best of forty times five
Where I was hoarse from English and Science

She sat so close in the front row
She must have felt my breath at home
Her cowlick hand stretched crooked
Brushed my thoughts down my mane

Something about her dragging gait
Spoke of late hours as a kitchen mate
Or as the matron of squabbling squawking siblings
When the mother scrubbed and ironed
	the landlord’s lingerie and loins

A saddened face she kept awake
All through the hours at stake


It took me days and days of doubting pains
To ring at last the nunnery bell 
And to stare aghast at a pallid face 
Not quite white and not quite couched in cowl
To register my request

The novice drew and barred the door
As though I would break down the wall
And as the minutes raced in anguish by
And I heard the rusted pig-iron latch click open
Two forbidding eyes contemplated my plight
Under strictly starched and stretched folds a-sail:

	“Is she Catho…” she made to ask
Then as urgently withdrew her demand.
	“Bring her tomorrow at eight,” she let her words
	“Ring the bell at the gate.”

I never saw the demure girl again.
Her schoolmates thought she worked for the nuns.
Others: “ She took some vows!”
A sibling: “ She took no clothes for a change!”

Just before her silhouette effaced itself
Under the porch of creepers dense
She turned to give me a look:
	Was it a look of despair
	Or a well-thought-out
		                 farewell fair?

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013

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Kitty's Chinese Chop Suey Restaurant

Kitty’s Restaurant

By Elton Camp 

As a name for a Chinese place to eat,
“Kitty’s Chop Suey” can sure be beat

If, perchance, it’s the owner’s name
I wouldn’t view it quite the same 

As an Asian name it doesn’t ring true
Much more likely would be Wong Sue

Thus, to go to this restaurant to eat
Makes one wonder about the meat

A coincidence, or could it be true
That the meat once used to mew?

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2012 Chinese New Year

Once a year this day comes,
Lights flash with the sounds of the drums,
It's the New Year,
Use happiness to reach for the cure.

Bring joy 2012 today,
As the dragon brings the year to stay.
Care to those making poems,
Living life in each and every homes.

January 23rd makes history,
Be joyful in the way you see.
Traditions lay on the date,
Making the zodiac be fate,
Big dragons, big smiles, it's New Years day,
Happy New Year as they say.

Red brings fortunes,
With hope assuring everyone as wins.
Bright dancers to celebrate,
Stay up for New Years starts late.
Bringing forward for the memories to come,
New ways and new things to humm.

Bright flowers bloom to thee,
To the streets all people flow to see,
The show of time in lifes all over,
Luck be brought like a four leaf clover,
Spirits living fee in time,
Making sense of the poem; the rhyme.

The gragon year has finally made it,
The clock ticks, we wait; we sit.
Lighting up the symbols with fire,
Walking with elements of dire.

So it's the New Year today,
I send great wishes towards your way.
Connecting dots as stars so near; yet so far,
Seeing the brightest of all; the North star.
Happy days for our 2012 time,
Saving the words for the beat of the rhyme.

This card is for what the New Year has on its way,
Each of us putting our cards into play.
Happy New Year for it's the dragons time to steer,
Watching close to each person; each peer.
This day comes once, so play,
Lets celebrate for it leaves fast; please stay,
Happy New Year-hope all stays well,
As one keeps wisdom the cover of our life; the shell.

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So, I invited you to the Chinese Opera impulsively
Thinking of masks and dragons and triumphant mystery
I though it was time we threw off our coats
Of mourning, you for your  daughter

Stopping one night, on the way home from a party,
So randomly, cruelly, killed by the monster
Who has slain more than all the century’s wars
And my private sorrow for which there is no funeral.

I remember your straying husband also
Loved the Chinese Opera.  What will happen
If we all meet between the acts?
Surely forgiveness will come like snow on the mountain

And we will live in a harmony that can never be suppressed
In a slow majestic music that takes account of grief. 

(C) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)

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A Chinese Marriage

You took your place on a solid armchair
Amused with the attention you commanded
You told beautiful stories, great tales
Of ancient Chinese marriages and their glory

You spoke of what brides must endure
In the old culture of China
Where a new wife must be silently obscure

You were the matriarch Empress
I was a second class citizen
In this Forbidden City you created

I was not the Chinese wife you wanted
I had too much fire within my bosom
My passions burned too fiercely against 
The kind of justice you dispensed

You wanted me to bow in kowtows
But my knees would not bend
I was not the Chinese wife you wanted
I was raw, untamed, untended
But the Empress' son saw through
The wildness of my spirit
He saw a Phoenix bride, a precious jewel
The bride he always wanted

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A quart of scotch with chinese food

somehow having a child

in a city kept you desperate,

made you accept drinking

as a way of life.

the chain smoking

the waitress job

that gin mill

the office job.

belonging is another

form of punishment.

beaten by men

              by odds,

you never loved yourself enough.

the rest was hot coffee

on a cold night,with the kind of love

that puts muzzles on dogs.

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What's In My Chinese Buffet?

What's In My Chinese Buffet?

   I'll go to a Chinese Buffet
      I'll try this or that
   hope it's beef or chicken
     and not dog or cat!

McCuen Copyright October 2008

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Bad Chinese Food with Andrea

We polished life's little treasures 
underneath the cranky red dragon
Fried noodles crispy and curled like our tongues
when the world was a mix tape of our perfect songs
We sat on green vinyl for hours
with clear soup and it's scallions grown cold
While mulling our thoughts and perfecting our dreams
Though but a memory, quite real it still seems...
We made mental notes of sweet air
and the spice of our food set afire
You still mean to me what you did in our youth
amidst all the lies, sifting through to the truth
We left arm in arm in the rain
and nodded a bow to the Koi
My friend, will you meet me, it will do us much good
to rehash all our thoughts over bad Chinese food...

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After Reading Some Chinese Poetry

Wandering freely,
Cheerfully pacing the void,
Coming and going --
Even candles in the wind
Briefly shed light on the path.

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Pleasant Chinese spaghetti;
cooked to resemble
a yellowish smooth earthworm.
To it all children
cry to the hearing
of their mom.

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low voice

no choice

Note A footle-2 lines,2 syllbles with a title-Ligh verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc
(technically a trochaic monometer)hence I label the form as a footle best exampled by the 
famous        FLEAS 

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falling in love the chinese way

          dress-suit occasioned, to the eye perception
     toasts and canned laughter,in  the name of making out
     can i buy you a drink, the prologue of octopused slumber
        seated on a cold stool, the troubles of joyful singles
till a shadow pinched me to the site of, a spring lit cheongsam dress
our eyes acquainted by virtue of fate, shaking our balls in a bouncy whirl
                 drifting to a locality fit for two
      wishful inspired ross-colored magic, by dint of a love spell
       muffling tunes, a language treasured by hearts unified
           like poles oozing, drops of distinct formation
                    falling in love the chines way