Best Yan Poems
Reaching out to infinitude
when words have come to an end.
Yan Yu
Presence, without;
the space framed
but left empty.
Mountains float
as a fisherman
ignores, wishing
only for a fish
to feed his family.
Empty space is
space for us
to not ignore.
We fill it with
our emptiness –
and together
the picture paints
your presence.
A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
Whee am i, eh?
A'm Cumbrian thats whee, like eh.
Red, Green, Yellow
Once a year ower the Cumberland show,
Livestock, ter an' fro, ter an' fro.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Gypsies, jockeys, towns’ folk alike,
Appleby 'orse-fair awwer the dyke.
Red, Green, Yellow
Scotland has i's 'aggis, Lancashire i's ho' pot,
We 'ave uz sausage an' tha' does uz lo'.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Ice-cream a' Allonby shiftin' ter Silloth on sea,
Righ' round Wes' Cumbria an' back yam fur scordy, like eh.
Red, Green, Yellow
Up a' five an' ou' a' dawn,
The 'aaf-ne' fishers, early morn, like eh.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Keswick, Caldbeck an' Seascale too,
All the visitors passin' through.
Red, Green, Yellow
There’s Por' Carlisle on the warl,
People comin' yan an' all.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Whee am i, eh?
A'm Cumbrian thats whee, like eh.
You swam deep into the water,
but I was too afraid of drowning…
we could have plunged together and allowed
cool bubbles immerse in waves,
gliding on love’s venturesome communion.
But I was reluctant, quite fearful of being
engulfed by sea monsters … until the Neptune
within me emerged like a warrior,
inviting my animus- instinct to feel
that breathtaking sense of courage, of grit.
And we would cruise the waves inside,
to float on a steady rafter beyond moonscape
where real commitment could thrive,
as I let my female ***** be your co- lifeguard.
This conscious awakening is now a fearless hunt
where my readiness trails an explorer’s length,
with a dare of passion, rising and ebbing…
this mix graceful yet bold ; my yin –yan undaunted.
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Animus-Anima Part II--Animus Contest
For Tom Quigley
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‘What we women have to overcome in our relation
to the animus is not pride but lack of self-confidence
and the resistance of inertia.’ …Ema Jung, wife of Carl Jung
6/ 04/ 2016
Through solstice of cycles, time's pageant greets
a year with springtime quilting a floral crochet,
meandering on a lattice of verdant woodlands
as my Taurus-essence radiates in dazzling splendor...
until in a raw flush, August blazes to flame
a mantle of summer's raw passion; red as jeweled
moonlight brushing torrid flesh in love,
in a heat varnished by undulating sea-waves
through a sweetened curl of a kiss.
Gently, the breeze transforms into minty froth
reflecting the crisp strains of autumnal glow,
when fabric of trees reverses its pattern
from cerise to pale tangerine settling on lane
of reflection, of contentment: and night tucks
a shawl of yin and yan quietude, as if moments
rise and accept the slow exposure
from winter's imperial reign: flakes drifting
in a dance of mild rainstorm and glistened hail,
while my heart awaits Yule's birthing... a circle
of life's seasons embracing the wonder of my world.
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4/08/216
Seasons Contest of Shadow Hamilton
This much is true I do need you
For ever waking hour and even in my dreams
You are with me and I can only say this is sweet
torture to me
I feel you to the very apex of my sex
When you are near I start to tremble with fear
you will smell just how wet my seat
is for you now this is not lust I trust
For this is true love
You kiss me and I lose all sense of time
I am like a sentence without a conjunction I can not function
You are the yun to my yan
Make me complete say you will stay make hot monkey sex with me please
If it is not ment to be forever I will settle for right now
For I need you inside not outside don't you see make me complete
I. Ang Simula ng Simula
"Pintor, Manlililok, Anluwage't Arkitekto,
Retradista, Manunulat, isang Panadero.
Planado ang ngayon, bukas, maging ang kahapon.
Kahit ano paman, ika'y aming Panginoon."
II. Ang Paglikha
"Sa'yong salita, kanyamaso'y binigyang buhay,
Ginuhit ang layon, pinta'y ibat-ibang kulay.
Brotsang kay dakila, mas masilaw pa sa araw,
Gabi'y ipininta ng kumikimtab, umiilaw."
III. Mga Pinagmulan
"Hindi sa bato't kahoy, kundi dahil sa luwad,
Sa alikabok, hinulma't Sa'yo itinulad.
Paghinga't kaluluwa ibinigay kay Adan,
Tadyang nama'y kay Eva ito ang pinagmulan."
IV. Pag-ikot ng Kasalanan
"Nagsimula ang kasalanan, ang karahasan,
Nang mamulat sa kabutihan at kamalian.
Metro't iskwala, sukat parin ang kalayaan,
Mundo'y napako sa pag-ikot ng kasalanan."
V. Batong-panulok
"Tunay, matibay, kongkreto ‘yan ang Pag-ibig Mo.
Pinaghalong ga-buhanging himala ang mundo,
Pati kaming mga batong bubuo sa templo.
Ikaw ang pundasyon, ang proteksyon sa dilubyo."
VI. Ang Pagkakita
"Ang buong diwa ay ang pananampalataya;
Ang makakita't maniwala'y mamamanata.
Animo'y sa retrato, wala ngunit gunita.
Tanaw sa lente ng Iyong puso at haraya."
VII. Nag Markang Awa
"Ang dugo ang siyang nagsulat at siya ring nagbura;
Naglimbag ng awa at natanggal sa'ming sala.
Dahilan ng kabanata't ang unang salita.
Ang Simula, ang bukas, ang Magandang Balita."
VIII. Ang Tinapay ng Buhay
"Ang tinapay ng buhay, sa’ming mga nilalang;
Ang minasang aral, pag-asa lalo sa ilang.
Kahit na walang lebadura ang sanlibutan,
Aalsa ang pananalig, lakas makakamtan."
IX. Lahat ay may Dahilan
"Kung ang ngayon man ay sinubok ang katapangan,
Pagkakasala, siya ring aming pananagutan.
Dahil ang masining Mong balangkas ay patunay,
Lahat may dahilan, pagkat ikaw ang naghanay."
Wakas...
(York Assizes, 20th August 1612)
Judge Sir James Altham, Speyks,
Tha wi power t’ eeal
wi power t’ cumfort
logic an’ knowledge
ney i’ t’ nivver t’ be,
nobbut God grants ‘is
holy wesdom t’ select few.
T’ thee wi nooa gumption
livin’ i’ t’ rural backwatter
I’ t’ meant t’ be,
larned yan mun nivver
tarnish t’ simple i’ t’ mind.
Yit t’day ton tha ‘eead
afoora cursin’ starts
een t’ een mun nivver unite.
Lanky Geeate wi
dawters of Pendle,
Demdike,Chattox,Alice Nutter,
condeem’d as durst ‘ere at Yoork.
wun Jennet Preston guilty
t’ b’ ung afoora sowl
t’ burn i’ t’ell,
tha wi oout regal Status
a threeat t’ man’s rule ‘ere on t’earth
God i’ t’ ‘is heaven.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
“One here in this trial, at York sees one of the first ever
recorded aspects of man’s sheer fear of woman power,
not too much is made of witchcraft here,
only the street-wise education these women professed,
with the power to heal, also the enterprise and commerce
they created, their earnings in far excess of the average
man in the district, their fame soon to spread far and wide.
A total of twelve woman were tried, one here in York, eleven
at Lancaster Gate, where ten were found guilty and hung.”
I don take my eye look every
mata
come conclude sey life no
make sense
to sense
those wey dey **** for house
no sabi
read even those wey dey
feed
the children na olodo
If person no know him
purpose for life
e no better sey him ask baba
wey dey
for up?
but wait make I ask
wetin I dey try talk self
You sure sey this no be
madness?
I here sey church people
madness dey start
from clapping but this one na
writing
I dey write abi this one na
madness too?
I get questions wey I wan ask
why ebi say na armed
robbers no dey
dey armed again and criminals
no dey commit crimes ?
Why Abacha no gree accept
the woman
wey give her abacha?
Why police like to dey arrest
guys wey dey
sell cocumba for Balumba?
Why ebi sey if dey cure
madman
him go still they talk nonsense?
This is my translation of a Chinese Song dynasty poem and my response to the poem
Yan Jidao
To the tune of Mulan hua
Again, the east wind blows its heartless gusts
Smears flowers thick upon the ground like scarlet makeup blush
Emerald tower’s curtain no screen for sorrow’s view
Last year’s melancholy washes in anew
Am I not a fool to fret so over spring’s remains?
At every step shed my tears in vain
Instead, I’ll fill my wine cup to the brim
This full of fallen flowers I need to drink my sorrow dim
People Petals
Fallen flowers do not linger in these days
When spring is greenhouse years and air-conditioned rooms
And workers plant the flowers for a time, then take their withered heads away
But no, it’s not in vain to fret and cry for all that falls and fades
The careless wind and strewn ground
A season mirror sending us our hearts
The flowers as if people petals that blossomed in our past
Faces gone, friends and neighbours, Christmas present aunts
Run to gather up those bits of life and stay their shades
Press them in my memory books and glue them fast
People petals still spread blush and dab the earth’s cheeks bright
The roads inside us still need tears to wash away the dust
Be summer rains and clear the skies for autumn gold
Even with the east wind shut outside and seasons small
We still know time and still grow old and feel how sorrow turns
Still the sowers, gardeners, sweepers
Still the faded fruits, the ashes and the earth
Declared plainly by those that know not thee of whom this present world was not worthy Their cries still being heard how long Oh, Lord They were were slain with the sword
of stones of hangings Of Crosses and Stakes Brazen Bulls and Iron Beds they where baked racks and wheels screws and vices iron maidens and all other evil devices
Lit candles lighting the gardens of cruel kings Tortures and Torments but they still sing unto blood shed men of valor showing God's Love consistent of lion's and lamb's eagle's and dove's Courage and strength to put tens of thousands to flight instead suffering servant's showing mercy like Christ Surely they have won the battle not lost for they follow the One counting the cost What manner of death Glorifying God Loving the brethren when they would not as Valiant as they can be the world to come they seek Overcoming this world for another for the Love of God and brother - Based on the Word of God ,Fox's book of martyrs, Tortures and Torments of the Christian Martyrs'', itself a photographic copy of an earlier, rare folio published by William Brendon & Son in 1904. - and HE WHO WOULD VALIANT BE Who Would True Valor See the Words: John Bunyan, Pilgrim’s Progress, 1684; modified by Percy Dearmer in The English Hymnal (London: Oxford University Press, 1906
Tao clears mind myriad
Hears gurgled stream trickle
Rejuvenating ease of river
Impels an outlook simple
Verdant steppes imperial
Embrace ouroboros cycle
Joined tail to mouth control
Overcomes chaotic combat
Yin Yan hug in completeness
Temple of self empty vessel
Approaches each hour in Wu Wei
Jaws of serpent ensure return
Iteration eats its tail
Tadpole twirled stronghold
Unhurried harmonious spiral
February finding out
Richard is a wheelchair sprinter,
Also a middle distance competitor,
Who sometimes races along side,
David Weir, so he’s had it hard.
He was born on the 11th November,
In the disco year of 1981, England,
With spina bifida, and trains strong,
At the Harlow Athletic Club busy.
At the BT Paralympic World Cup,
In London in 2012 he won the gold,
And then that same year, Emirates,
Sharjah in the Persian Gulf, T54
Richard, at the close International
Open Athletics Meeting, a bronze.
He’s No. 1 in the UK in his class,
In the 100m, and also in the 200m.
In Grossetto in Italy, in year 2016,
Which held the IPC Europeans,
He collected 3 silvers and 1 gold,
In the 100, 400, 800m, and 200m.
But sadly at Rio he did miss out,
On a medal position, came forth,
When he won a time of 47.17 secs,
Because of wheelchair problems.
He only came short by 0.10 secs,
Came behind China’s Yan Liu,
Tunisia’s Yassine Gharbi quick,
And Holland’s Kenny Weeghel.
He made up much, lots of ground,
On the final bend, he pushed hard,
To finish with his head held high,
And absolutely nothing to regret.
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poem By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
A dragon may have many heads, but only one soul,
Before China was one great country, its many warring states took their toll,
And a kingdom becomes a great empire, through its ruthless past,
In the end, one great country is destined to last.
In any war there are heroes on both sides,
The effort of human lives rises to turn the tides,
And a hero is revealed through the arduous journey of even a single man,
And Heaven send its warriors according to divinity's plan.
A man from Qin, Zhao, Qi, Han, Wei, Chu or Yan,
Can have many disparate flaws, till his tempered soul brings forth his Master's plan.
And legend tells of his footprints in the sand,
As the monument he builds elevates his name throughout the land.
An empire rises from beneath the sea,
A land worth its measure, from whence the world is grateful, even for tea,
China, once a land greatly divided, comes into focus a vapour now set to stone,
And forever grateful, the people thank Heaven for its rightful throne.
Dapper Yan was born in Sudan
in the back seat of a van
his mother's name was Ann
His father's name was dapper dan
and little Yan had a sister named Maryanne
All together there is a 100 in the clan
They were spread all over the land some in Spokane
A couple cousins in Iran
And every year Dapper dan
would take his son dapper Yan
with some of the clan on a caravan
to visit his uncle Chan can in Japan.