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The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
—Sylvia Plath (Tulips) 1:1, 6:1 & 5:2
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Heavily laden boats, rectangular sails billowing
Under seas of low cloud, braving the fierce Yangtze;
Held between snowcapped mountains, earth and sky
Indistinguishable from steaming mist and rolling fog;
A long drawn straggle of Grey Geese plummeting down
From breathless, rarefied air to stumble awkwardly onto
Plum coloured mudbanks; an unrestrained, excitable
Cacophony of frenzied honking! Then wild monkeys
Provoked into howling each side of the river.
There, at the juncture with Longjin Brook, stilted homes,
Half-hidden by bamboo groves, crouch at the waters
Edge; maidens will come to wash clothes
Whirling wooden batons, twittering like golden swallows;
Fragrant wildflowers enhance their sweetness.
At drab, pale, first-morning light, fishermen cast
Nets over the cooling, placid blue waters;
The fish that swim here are said to be the finest
In the province.
We will exchange Black Carp and Blunt-Snout Bream,
Wrapped in moist bamboo leaf, for glutinous rice
With the clans that tend the terraces inside the fertile
River valley...
Does not the Emperor insist upon good commerce?
If you are dissatisfied as a peasant
You can take the ancient "old tea horse road"
And burden your back with heavy bales stacked high
On a rail;
The road will take you all the way from Zigui
To Tibet...or even further perhaps,
And sombre ravens will soar overhead and taunt your
Every footstep.
But I will remain where I am, in the
Village On The Water
Nestled deep within the Three Gorges;
My life, the endless horizon stretched beyond,
Held in balance as if it were Shaseng
The Shadow Play Stone;
And each new morning awakening to slow,
Chiming bells.
A love letter to mother nature
Nature's fury bellows
Reminding all exactly who's in charge,
Aggressive and noisy wind, mother's
personal thug, acting all big and large,
Though, for all her wrong doing and her faults,
she also does a lot of good, like the beauty always shown,
Filling this world with such awe and wonder,
I have quite a few examples of my own,
Daffodils start to poke their heads out after their
yearlong nap, perfect shades of orange and yellow,
The branches of ancient, wise trees
made to frantically smile and wave hello,
Graceful, beckoning hills ripple throughout
the land, expanding for all to see,
While excitable rivers splash, dance and play around
their rocks, gushing towards the sea,
From melting sunsets, gorgeous
blends of magenta and peach,
Skies filled with sparkling stars,
I so long to stretch my hand out too reach,
Although our mother may sometimes be callous and fickle, causing immense torment with storms and quakes, She also generously gifts us rainbows, forests and other sources of magic, despite how much she takes,
So when you're feeling like this world is nothing
but misery, pain and people's constant drones,
Just try to remember, every once in a while,
to take a look up from your mobile phones.
A letter lay on the kitchen table
where did that come from? I don't know
there's no name on the envelope
I can't see ink at all it doesn't show
But when I decided to open it up
the paper inside spoke like a voice
it really was so excitable and full
so clear and precise no clattering noise
This voice said I'm from heaven
came down to tell you I'm ok
my time on earth had been done
as this voice had no more to say
It's all glorious in my mansion
everything's made fit for a king
so many bright colours like a rainbow
feels I've a perfect voice when I sing
There's no time at all being eternal
Jesus is wonderful my all in all
one day you'll also join me too
we'll be a complete union forever tall
( A imaginary letter from heaven from one having left earth to go there sending it to their partner still on earth who's missing her/him most loved one.)
The elementary teachers praise Student C.
Student C is compliant, calm, competent and composed.
She is marvelous, wonderful, a favorite.
She wins awards and trophies, and I mean a lot of them.
Student E is exasperating, on their last nerves.
She is easily excitable, enthusiastic about eels and elephants.
They speak ill of her in the student lounge; she is difficult to teach.
She never places or wins an award in elementary school.
Student C gets married, stays home, raises compliant children.
These children raise compliant, cautious children.
Student E is a visionary, an entrepreneur, a trendsetting CEO.
She develops a foundation to encourage innovative students.
She honors students who have a keen interest in something.
It could be eels or elephants, or it might be ESP and space travel.
Student C’s complaint children try to get into Student E’s school.
They are rejected, for they have not developed their thinking brain.
Of course, they do comply.
They do follow the rules.
They are calm, and they still win the trophies.
Hopefully that will be enough.
We are plain yellow chicks in my barnyard, my family and I
Well, we were, until the birth of my younger brother, Guy
He is the most excitable chick we had ever hoped to see
Getting enthusiastic to the utmost degree
When his feathers begin to turn from yellow to pink
And then blue and red, we know what to think
When purple comes out, and then a bit of green
We run away from him, for he tends to get mean
The more emotions that come out of little Guy
The less he can control them, he does not even try
When he is in full blown mood explosion we stay away
Luckily, he usually sleeps away the entire next day.
Oh What A Christmas Tree
Mistletoes, poinsettias, holly, and pinecones, stimulate their confidences regarding passage,
Tenuous fancied is the Norfolk pine, object facing, particular noble fir, and unique blue spruce trees,
These choice picks are amidst the well-bred evergreen trees variety fulfilling unspecified housed ambiance,
Detonates invariable sanctioned jubilation that a tree augmented during this festive holiday pageantry,
Well-kept treasured amassed souvenirs concerning marvels, embellish the excitable anticipant,
Venerated ostentatious amusements that sparkle in changeable glassed colorful bulbed shades,
While delicate precious keepsakes in attic cluttered boxes, issued in periods fording the annular flake catwalk,
Together with tinseled and snow-sprayed intensifications to ring in a most blessed Christmas vision,
In the whole grandeur, unwrap gifts escapism within overindulged pupils, a halcyon sweet surrender.
2019 December 25
Waiting, waiting, anticipating
Wanting, wanting, loving relations
Days, weeks and months the day has arrived
To the airport we'll meet desiring our strive
To me she walks, closer she becomes
My heart now beating like a thousand drums
A gentle kiss is shared whilst starry eyes meet
For our waiting is over amidst emotional greet
To the hotel we travel with small talk and kisses
Knowing of what's ahead our desiring of wishes
Music now plays into our evening we head
As we await our moment loving minds will be read
Slow dances, touches, our hands in command
My mind now images her body so tanned
Champagne now flows, down curves of she
As I lap in lust this excitable he
Entangled, entwined, we make loving fun
For today's our day, together we became one
The tulips are too excitable, it is Winter here.
—Sylvia Plath (Tulips)
Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes,
bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs.
—Thomas Moore
Roses propose to plentiful hearts, but my soul
rushes headlong into a waterfall of tulips.
—Quote by Poet
*Rachel Ruysch - most acclaimed tulip painter
of the Dutch Golden Era
ODE TO TULIPS
tulips a treat, with trippy leaves,
a fan over roses, a relief from grief.
this delightful Dutch-y sends me.
blotched sepals amidst pastels
of Spring, in perky pink,
purple pleasure, youthful yellow.
this dandy, fellow of a flower,
full of power to please, or Plath.
Sylvia’s sentiments, a nod
of regret, blinding, grieving.
opposite of my pet. my perpetual
love knots binding me in happiness,
romantic rendering sealed with a kiss.
vainglorious leaves sans thorns,
luscious darlings to stroke. effervescent
brilliance in a clear vase of water.
ostentatious presentation of Ruysch.*
florid field of treasures appeal to my eyes,
a sea of tulips as far as the eye can see.
Dutch-y draw near, your ship overflows,
in Miss Universe’s arms, cradled in a bride’s.
A nice prescription of sleep
I took when the day proved awry
And found myself when I blinked
In a dreamscape so wide.
Tho' it was hard to believe -
I saw a meadow without end;
My crying stopped to think
Of where the Tiller went.
I saw in hues I'd never seen;
The sky emoted rest.
I searched the horizon -
Sure that there were secrets.
And of time? What did it mean
To the birds above the field?
To the excitable bee
Nourished by a fallen tear?
And then - I startled -
And facing a morning sun -
Felt my heart's wound dulled -
Almost like it'd never happened.