Best Kung Poems

Sharp as a whip, and not really drunk,
the drunken monk
has the sober monkey on his back.
A cylinder of mighty words
chained to a cylinder of craft and trickery,
behold the clever nunchucks,
I don’t follow the trickery, perhaps you do,
the blank look on your face, though,
suggests that you...

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Return of the Kung Poo Masters


Spring came around the bend
As YES, Dragon is at it again
My roses have compost more regular than rain
As, Dragon goes at it, claiming its Zen
Yep, He’s dumping his loads as I try to stop him in vain

So the Kung POO...

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The Kung Poo Master, he literally, lives the ancient art of Kung Poo.
He senses and knows, before you do, that’s there’s going to be a poo.
Living with depths of concentration: that we can truly, only surmise.
He deals in a life beyond us, though less ethereal,...

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Sipunin si Nene noong una ko'ng masilayan
Binigyan mo ng ngiti ang tikom na makipot na labi
Kulay ng pisngi ay nag-iba, malarosas kapag ika'y nakikita
At sa bawat ngiti ng mapanukso mong labi
Di mawari, pakiramdam ko ang kagustuhang mayakap mo muli! 

Naging isa, tinadhana ng Lumikha
Buong pagkatao...

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Over the years I've spent many hours 
And a lot of money
On trying to master
The ancient art of kung fu
Just like other students do.

Then one night on TV
An advert saying
Master the art of kung fu
In half an hour
For free!.


So I put on my king fu...

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My Kung Fu Chop Suey Present

On my thirty-fourth birthday off to China's best; traveled I went
So very uneventful and unaware I blithely lost all my well-earned money and spent,
As I entered into a Chinese restaurant and telephoned Connie Chang's
Alas, I'd decided to relinquish my yearnings...

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When I was in High School, one of my assignments was to perform community 
charity.  My teacher hooked me up with the President of “The Appalachian Club” at the local 
college.  I was allowed to join the club on several weekend trips into...

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This poem was written for my friend Sonya Mako Wong



Kung Fu Chop Suey

On my twenty-fifth birthday off to China's best travelled I went
So very unfruitful and unaware I enormously lost all my money thus spent,
Then I entered a Chinese restaurant and telephoned Tonya Chang's,
Alas, I'd...

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I caught a quick peek through the Veil
Where angels guide us without fail
I saw my friends
Were bucking trends
Its "human" race Beyond the Pale!...

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”... s’okay …”
one liner says all lines are true
container remains as the soup
”... Dr.ink of my pen…”
CODE LOVE to main gate activation…
”... they’ll think it’s all fiction…”
and if that’s the case… don’t waste a space
double pace to the time of place

they said phewy to my...

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When you don't know what to think
Don't think nothing
Let your mind wander
Until it becomes something

Unwind your focus
Loosen it's clasp
Hover from your focus
Float out it's grasp

Escape boundaries and limits
Discard boundaries and limits
Do away with them all
Leave no boundaries and limits

Look at the reality around you
Then imagine...

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Bruce

A lumbering man, 
audibly achily, stepped to the
floor’s center.
Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone.

His arms unfurled.
His hips spun.
His soles, silent
as he padded here,
then twisted to place a foot there.

A phoenix swooped, festooned in fire’s colors.
A monkey stole a man’s visage, and made play there.

Time...

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I was a picked on, 
bullied, browbeaten, buffaloed boy
from Buffalo New York.
I grew up on Buffalo’s lower east side,
the ghetto by another name.
The Frederick Douglass towers.
Formerly the Talbert Mall
better known as the Jefferson projects.
The home turf to a gang
called the Pythons.
It was a place
where angels...

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I believe in the right place 
and the right time.
If one has fighting in mind.
I'm not talking about people 
who join (the fight,)
those who stand up for a cause.
People fight for a number of reasons.
Two people don't agree on something.
Ignorance, anger and lack of patience.
People...

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An old gent was tellin' me about how his dad wrote "a dry book" on a given topic, and argued the issue before the Supreme Court. Pretty important dad! And mine? "My dad rescued two hookers during a boxer riot in Kowloon."...

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