Best Mandarin Poems

What do I know of that young woman...
She never dared..and I was not allowed.
Hellion drained at last courageous
Holding on to remnants of electric beauty
Dying of neglect
Perhaps..in spite of duty.

And I suppose (to some sublime extent)
All that is known of her
Would make good kindling
Around suburban campfires...

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as all the “elected” puppets congregate
with hands tied behind their backs
& marionette strings held in the hands of
corporate america (aka the global corporate),
they edge the tips of their toes along the
“fiscal cliff,” in order to force the
unfortunate citizens of the empire
boiling in the belly,
to tremble...

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" I know what you dream! "

                           the Devils warrior, Mykoto


The story begins in the 10th Dynasty of...

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Kids today can't focus
    Most have ADD
  Forget about 'comprehension'
    'Cat' and 'Dog' they can't read 

  Instead of essays, they write jigsaw puzzles
    That's why on 'writing tests'
  Just have 'em fill...

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Two mandarin oranges
were both very much in love,
and the rolled together down a hill,
to the ocean,
and the sun was swallowed by great waves,
and these little oranges( who came from a tree-)
Danced together on a sandy beach,
(somewhere-)
and they were in love,
till a little girl, named "Death"
came...

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The edges of an eclipsed
sun give birth in broken 
shocks of light 
to day love and life

We lift ourselves
to yawning 
blades of grass near
an ocherous tree 
raised by the mountains
beside us

Into an infinity 
of yes as our
wings fall away 
in the ultimate flight 
immersed in...

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When questioned about chinese,
I affirmed my expertise.
And so I sought to learn more,
Having known nothing before....

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Always hot plates.
Always refilling clean slates.
Always lots of food.
Always yummiest dishes.
Always the best of buffets...

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It always makes me pain.
My mother’s scissors.
It’s an either-or situation
She cuts my old photos up into small pieces,
Or stir you into the mixture.
Whether or not it’s true
How could it interpret
These actions as love
Or the other kind of concession...

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Mandarina duck was bragging a teensy bit
Blue jay heard of it, and threw a giant fit
She was speaking of her crest as if it was unique
I have a crest also, Bart the blue jay did speak

Mandarina duck preened, showing off her black and white trim.
I...

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