I thought trees one,
time looked like ,
giant broccoli because-,
of their leafs that shoot
from their trunk after
reading Radical Mycol-
ology then I thought years ago when I was still mobile I thought trees,were related to fungi in the days,
of yore then I found fungi
helps trees grow when
looking the tallest trees
on earth,being red-
woods and giants,
sequoias finding
them to be thous-
and of years old
I started to see
trees as antenna
to the universe
receiving and
sending info
to the Cosmos,
then man be,
gan to chop
them all down,
Earth looks
bald.
My friend my friend
Supporting me anywhere
Acting like my mom
Caring me anytime
My friend my friend
Sharing your feelings
Solving the problem
You are always my family
[GAN YUKI - SERI JUBLI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL MALAYSIA]
Where did they put all that sand
When they dug out the land
To create the Blue Med Sea.
Where on earth could it be?
Well they dug a big pit
And they just and buried it;
Course it caused a big bump
A gigantic type of hump
Which looked just that bit strange
Until disguised as the Himalayan range.
Hence we got Everest.
They did do their best,
But on contract renewal day
They gave the next job away;
So a firm from the planet of Gan
Landscaped the Sea of Japan,
And as the contract said they must,
Created the moon from all of the dust
Anyway, when they dug out that land
That’s where they put all of that sand
Her name was Nola
From Hispaniola
She liked to get her fix
On Coca-Cola
She liked to coochy-coo
With everyone she knew
But when she blew her nose
Then all her friends withdrew
At Corona
Corona virus
It's the hottest spot
North of your sinus
At Corona
We fell pell-mell
Ah ah ah
Don't feel so well
Ah ah ah, ah ah
His name was Lu Gan
He came from Wuhan
He liked to dance all night
As much as you, man
He liked to socialize
With all the girls and guys
But since he caught the bug
His mouth is catching flies
At Corona
Corona virus...
Her name was Betty
She was a free spouse
She liked to play all day
In someone's tree house
But she could not survive
When you turn sixty-five
You run a higher risk
That you won't leave alive
At Corona
Corona virus...
Her name was Miley
A human virus
I guess that's why she clogs
The human sinus
But when she caught the flu
She spread her germs on you
A way to make you sick
And make you angry too
At Corona
Corona virus
It's the hottest spot
North of your sinus
At Corona
We fell pell-mell
Ah ah ah
Don't feel so well
Ah ah ah
BUT YOU CAN'T TELL
Ah ah ah, Ah ah!
holding an upside
down cast iron
pan over my
head it be
gan to
rain
a
bit just
drizzel a
little olive
oil and keep
an eye open so
if you see chopped
onions start to dance
as the rain falls heavier
so becomes my make
shift umbrella but if
i saw myself from
the opposite side
of the world it
would be i
turning
down the
heat so as
not to burn
then take the
minced meat you
created from the brain
the rain now sizzling
sauteing cracking
open a cloud as
an egg don't
break the
sun or
yolk
as told in an old
public service
announcement
this is
your brain
this is
your brain
on drugs so
rise and shine
can you see the
rainbow
i'd written
and thought
hidden several
drafts but cheers
to the last
pint that has
me with frothy
mustache over my
hairy but
beware of
the tickle to
come when i
down
the last
draft and
laugh and
say gan bei
cin cin salud
prost and skal
but after awhile
i'm
lost in
translation
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China Spies and Lies
Concentration camps in the north
disappearing book sellers in the south
Chinese spies hunt one and all
Army of thieves , worldwide
Zhao Ziyang, where is he?
erased from Chinese history
where is the brave young man
who battled one thousand tanks?
Xu Jiatun, where is he?
erased from Chinese history
truth has no play in China today
only death and propaganda reign
Xi Jinping, crimes against humanity
Lu Shaye, propogandist to the core
Leaders of a revolution long dead
corruption their cause, their only rules
Coal plants and cigarettes
Keep your silences
even you may lose your breath
This is China, spies and lies
Jailed Activists
Ai Weiwei
Bao Tong
Bao Zunxin
Cai Lujun
Chen Pokong
Cheng Jianping
Gao Zhisheng
Guo Quan
He Depu
Hu Jia
Huang Qi
Ilham Tohti
Jiang Lijun
Jiang Rong
Jiang Yanyong
Jiang Yefei
Li Hai
Li Zhi
Liao Yiwu
Liu Di
Liu Xiaobo
Qin Yongmin
Shi Tao
Tan Zuoren
Tang Baiqiao
Wang Bingzhang
Wang Dan
Wang Quanzhang
Wang Xiaoning
Wang Youcai
Wei Jingsheng
Wu Gan
Xu Zhiyong
Yang Jianli
Yuan Hongbing
Yue Xin
Zeng Jinyan
Zhao Changqing
Zhao Lianhai
Queen Elizabeth was called Lillibet when growing up
And she called herself Tillabet because Elizabeth was too hard
And Prince Phillip calls her cabbage after the French non petit Chou
Prince William called her Gary when he was small as Granny was too hard
Then his son George calls her Gan Gan affectionately
So apart from the name “The Queen”
She has a number of names seldom seen.
© Paul Warren Poetry
You must remember this, the way the young French waiter
pronounced her name, Sarah Vog-gan
singing "April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,
This is a feeling, No one can ever reprieve..." And how
on a small balcony in Paris where God spends His
summers, a baguette blessed with supper wine is holy.
How Green is the property of street-lined sycamores,
bursting giants of June. And, Blue, the divine province
of Bleu de Paris, a sky gold-kissed in a sly embrace until
no one misses the sun behind summer's spun-sugar
clouds. And, pray you then, think of those mysterious
shape-shifters in the Ebouie' fountain when bereft
of seas, rivers, crystalline mountain streams,
the softly heard roaring of their leonine songsters
took us to a place where the salmon leap,
their hearts bursting for home.
Last Dance
It was a beautiful day
A day of celebration, a day of thrill
It was the day of my sister’s 18th birthday
The most waited day of a girl to be a lady
and I? I was a girl that time and all I have to do is to
Observe and cooperate
And it was our most anticipated moment
To witness that celebration
and to witness our dear father
as the first dance of my sister
who was missing us for many years
because of separation.
Yet we didn’t know that, that would be the
first and very last day of the year that we’ll see him
His body was so thin
His face looks sickly and heartbreaking
He looks so different
But he remained calm and at ease
Michael Gan the first rose,
He stands and overwhelmingly danced for my sister
They turned and sway
They dance like it was the last
He was overjoyed
Filled with different emotions
Happy, touched, sad, missing us, and regretting
His heart jumped over him
He tries to catch his breath touching his own chest
We hasten him to the nearest sickbay
To salvage his life
His precious life, my father
Battling from death, loses his fight
His eyes wide open, no air
No movements, no smile because...
It was his last dance
Phrases.
Well I never.
Eee by gum.
Well I go to the foot of our stairs.
Gan away wi yu.
And many more.
Are said, out door.
Quite a bore.
Up North.
Spoken with relish.
And verbosity.
Resound in the closetry.
Maybe they have nowt to say.
And these phrases make their day.
Maybe they never went to school.
Or learned what to say.
When you say them.
They make your day.
.............................................
By a Jordy.
The thriving carnage reigns over the land
with A chaos tortured brand
on top of the Abyss in which it stands
Along the side it taints the mist
Where the var gan lays quist
A tower of the mardend pulootion
wearing the scare of it's alootion
I prasie it's uptight quiff landing
Upon the dare the darkness grows
A woumped it skialivise's it's understanding
A place noted black where the quarrel's flow
The floor shifting the shipped fool in motion
In a rooom spiting tenthly death's devotion
All houses pertained in dark narshaw
Seated in moggy filled courtyard's ashamed flaw
The bird blindingly snaring it's setting moutain peek
Seeing the window panes narrow in pale
As the nightingale sings it's call uni did pa real
Then comes to this decisions it feels
Once stored it was ready to unfold it's possessive glave
A nor-ct feared Appering face
All halls filled with noise
opening the coffins mace
while the welder posted his poise
The break in deaths tower sets in his spirit
The nightingale sitting bluntly watching
Sing bird why have u called on me