Best Ying Poems
Here I am without a moonshine
in a room painted in black and white
Cursed and Blessed
Abandoned Caressed
I smile ... I cry...
With two halves of my brain interwined.
Hush -Hush I Silence the voice
Hush -Hush I do not have a choice
Do not sing a song or Do play along
Hush-Hush Hush-Hush.
The yang within me still swirling with passion
The ying shadows my heart
Be gentle Be strong
Be right Be wrong
Depart or Belong.
Cursed and Blessed
Abanoned Caressed
I smile... I cry...
Rain is falling in his front porch
Clouds have covered my sky
Sunset thoughts have drifted with stream flow
Dreams have shifted into sleepless nights.
But Suddenly Was it meant to be?
Outside my window paper -lanterns rise -up high
All emotions are turning in cartwheels
As time keep passing by.
So very soon a new dawn will follow
All alone I face it's light
I feel its warmth Its rainbow colours
Once again a fairy spell
will make our lives shine bright.
The ying within me still swirling with passion
The yang shadows my heart
Be gentle Be strong
Be right Be wrong
Depart or Belong
Silence my voice
or sing me a song
Where life does flourish,
In the heat of the jungle,
Death always follows --
Raising souls from the nether;
Reborn in starry ether.
THE YING YANG OF LIFE
The Ying and Yang of Life
requires that some do what they are born to
while others create the opposite venue.
We live in a world of duality
One cannot exist without the other
I tasted the fermentation of one
and got intoxicated with the result
of living in a cloud of sadness.
The pendulum swings and now as
the motion slows, I find that wisdom
ticks and tocks on both sides of an erratic clock.
Kept by a timekeeper who looks askew
while continuing to create destiny.
cak 12-4-2014
What a wonderful setting beside a small forest
When autumn arrives with it's colourful chorus
Then surprise to us all
The leaves start to fall
And we're up to our ying yangs with a clean up abhorrent
© Jack Ellison 2015
When I was beaten down at a new low
she lifted me up from the depths below.
When I fell quite ill she was always there
with a helping hand, giving love and care.
Tho each different, our moods would collide,
but down deep, our love we could never hide.
When from time to time we would live apart
we always kept each other in our heart.
And now we live together once again,
in our old age, let the patience begin.
We’ve learned to let humor temper it all
with a kind word if the other might fall.
Sisters made stronger, as if we were one
from our first breath, the connection begun.
In the old woods did yang jump and laugh
For the weather was good for the fish he sought
In the ornate mansion did ying fret and cry
For wealth was the reason her parents fought
Deep within, she hoped she had a bit of yang’s peace
The hook was bad and yang hoped for a bit of ying’s wealth
To mend the old hook the fish incessantly did tease
The best did ying have but still suffered a fragile health
In a corner somewhere, yang knew something was missing
But simply dismissed the piercing idea of the impossible
Somewhere far, ying had that special feeling again teasing
But simply dismissed the piercing idea of the impossible
A fortnight in that picturesque made a deep mark
Which differences helplessly could not efface
The hybrid was strong and nothing did it lack
For it will take more than death for the mark to erase
The ying-yang was no respecter of time and place
It simply brought the dispersed pieces together
And carefully taught the proud to be mild and meek
In total obedience to the power of the love they seek
Like magic, it carried the two to the world they searched
For the odds of life and principles of man it defied
Creating a quintessential world where the duo perched
With only the strength and power of their love to be relied on
Like a lock and key, the pieces fitted exactly
Incomprehensibly making the impossible possible like a dream
Like an enzyme and substrate, ying-yang together grew perfectly
With its infectious power flowing about like a stream
Silently granting anyone willing the complete healing
Ready to free anyone from the rancor celibacy could not mend
It shows itself blatantly to a duo with a common feeling
And rewards those who listen with a jewel they can’t lend
A jewel meant for and only worn by two destined to wear
A jewel that tells a sad and happy story of a once blind pair
Who were deaf to the cries and screams of some power within
Instructing them with a map, to find their destined true love
End of November and STILL no sxxx
As we sing hallelujah, it's Canada you know
Don't rock the boat
But keep handy your coat
Soon we'll be up to our ying yangs... quite apropos!
© Jack Ellison 2015
We've got snow up to our ying yangs
Where is one's ying yang you might ask
It's just above our hoohaws and a bit below our zinkledorfs
Also our winklepuss sometimes becomes rigid
And doesn't soften up again until late spring
What are you thinking, you naughty people
How far down is that mind of yours going?
You should all be totally ashamed of yourselves
What kind of depraved soul do you think I am
I'm really just this sweet old grandpa dude!
And if you can believe that... !!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
(Ying Yang)
Stagnant was his life;
Her capricious habits grew,
His ying was her yang
Yang
My lighter tang
The half of me that I
Supposedly maintain
Insane
How you can act like a color
Or how I act I guess is
Nothing like my mother.
Yang
An exclusion from yin
And sometimes claiming my other half
Is looked at as a sin
Where do I begin?
Slavery and thick skin
Masters and rich men
Dan in a lion's den
Shouting from all ends
A rivalry from when?
Followed by
Yin
A "darkness within"
When I showcase the hood roots
My mother was born in
By speakin'
The tongue of my own home
Tongue from which a love grown
This broken English I've known
But is supposedly for the yin alone
A culture to which I can't subscribe
Because I'm not dominated
By my yin side
No pride
One part is denied
Because I display the characteristics
Of two contrasting sides
Yin and Yang
Two opponents in the same game
Two brothers with different names
Two lovers from opposing gangs
Different but the same
Repel yet meet
Contrast yet complete
In theory at least.
In their constant rotation
Constant struggle and frustration
The battle never seems to
Cease.
The leader of this country is a ying-yang.
He rules from the city of Pyongyang.
After sixty years of uneventful peace,
this xenophobic jerk wants it to cease.
He is willing to wage war with the south.
Some unintelligible words come from his mouth.
He is too young to know what the first war was like.
His countrymen should tell him to take a hike.
From a news story found on AOL.com
I sit in an endless field with him beside me .Him in all black beaten and bruised ,I in my white
dress molested and used. We were raised differently and never met before ,but when together
we bring destruction to the world.I am a pure bred , tamed and gay. He a mutt, simply a stray.
Yet here we lay in each others arms, loving ,understanding one another's harm.My name is Ying
and his is Yang.And together we are not meant to be!
Helpless yet secure
Calm but exited
Salty then dulcet
Hot rushes turn cold
Tousled when delicate
Perfect harmony
Our love is two sided.
One side dark and cold.
Broken and rough.
Sad and tearful.
Full of negative energy.
The other, exciting and intense.
Naturally flowing and brilliant.
Deep and harmonious.
Magical and full of love.
When you put the sides together you get something balanced and beautiful.
You get us.
Is life an ever fight of yang and ying ?
a path of desire and aversion
of love, lust, passion and of repulsion
and do we have to choose with everything ?
I wish that want and craving could just cling.
When faced with disgust I seek conversion,
hate sends me on a silent excursion.
Can the way be_ let go of things that sting ?
Desire, loath, crave, dread, devotion, dislike
when ugly turmoil roars I take a hike,
and when rapture whispers my soul will purr _
In my life garden only flowers grow,
I breathe a breath, relax and take life slow
and all hostility fades to a blur.
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September 27, 2022
Poetry/Sonnet/of yang and ying
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1490-761-27
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Dante's Sonnet abbaabba ccdeed - 14 lines
Written for the Premiere contest, Desire and Aversion
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/11/2022
Third Place