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The Chinese tend to take the long-term view.
They do things differently in Old Cathay.
A thousand decades, almost to the day,
have come and gone. There’s really nothing new.
While foreigners fixate on Fu Manchu,
The Eastern mind sees things another way.
While we pervert, prevaricate, parlay,
the “chink” prefers to chew, review, construe.
“Since Revolution’s what you like to do,”
some western wag asked Mao in sixty-two,
what of the French?” (Vendée, Charlotte Corday,
the sans-culottes, et cetera.) “Your view?
A triumph, or disaster?” Like Sun-Tzu,
Tse Tung replied, “It’s far too soon to say.”
T he birds have been around for centuries.
H ow sweetly singing, winging on their way,
E vanescent as a summer breeze. . .
B ringing bliss supreme; then gone one day.
I n your bloom of youth, one bird appears.
R adiant, you’ll soar to splendor’s height,
D runk with joy till passion disappears.
S tung by love undone, you’ll face your plight.
A las, your bird has turned into a bee.
N aïve no longer, you have felt love’s sting.
D evoted love you’ll seek as remedy!
T hough you’ll wish to hear a new bird sing,
H eartache may await. You must recall
E ventually sweet passion’s birds become. . .
B ees! How can you know real love at all?
E yes open, you must seek a faithful one;
E phemeral are the birds and yes, the bees.
S till they will persist for centuries!
FOR PD's Acrostic II Contest
We ball then bawl
We rode the lone road
as dears that dare
each goading each's gold
up devil's stairs we stare
out to red herring's sea we see
waves of rungs that wrung
like killer bees we be
tung twigs slipping his tongue
he's a heel that's never healed
spouts the whale and her wail
but as bees spill more spiel
she becoming pale kicking his pail
she took pain from his window pane
tears dropping the glass tiers
till she reigned his clouds of rain
no longer his deer poke or dear
misery's won and they're back to one
what's don is now done?
connie pachecho
4/25/17
Long ago, in the land of Kangleipak ( present day Manipur)
lived a demoness called Lai Khutshangbi
( means the deity with long hands).
Fierce in form, a most feared being in Meitei Mythology,
her mouth gaped wide, her tung hung long,
hands dragged below, with fingers sharp as talons.
This demoness besides stealing livestock,
would slip her hands through cracks in bamboo walls
snatching away young children from afar.
There was a man and woman with their only child
called Shasi (or Naocha ) living in an isolated house near a forest
where Lai Khutshangbi dwelled.
That fierce demoness longed to seize the child,
yet feared the father-fierce and bold.
But when Shasi's father was away her chance came.
Then one night she came and asked the mother
voice deep, " Is Shasi's father home tonight ? "
Frightened the mother whispered, "Yes he is here awoke."
Night after night the demoness came and left deceived.
The father at last returned.
Hearing from his wife what happened a trap he set
his blade in hand to cut the cursed hand that plagued the land.
Again the demoness came-crafty close,and sly.
her voice a hiss she asked, "Tell me, is Shasi's father gone ?"
The mother as planned replied, "Yes, he has gone."
Happy, the demoness thrusted her hand through the earthen wall.
Swift as lightening the father's sword chopped her hand.
The demoness wailed and rain through the fields.
"Shasi's mother you liar, you cheat ! " she screamed in terror
as she fled, her other hand dragged through the soil
of the darkened land.
The father followed,blade held tight and with one swift strike
the other hand gone.
Screamed she in pain, her blood raining down the cane.
So red patches on it timeless still remains,
the sugarcane still bearing the mark.
After that in Kangleipak children played fearless day and night.
Blues clouds weeping pink rain
Skipping over puddles of pain
Headed to the apartment plastered with joyful stains
I just can’t complain when I’m with you every day it’s like the sun is playing my favorite jam
With strawberries in your hand
My fingertips sticky from whipping your lips
A kiss is never enough
Your hips just make me wanna touch
Drizzled by your mist
A mist full of bliss
I can’t hide the way you make me feel
Let's go back out into the tropical wild
Can we just dance out here for a while?
Blue clouds gushing out yellow rain
Will you be my love today?
The hours on the clock burst into confetti
Looks like there is no such thing as time
So in the meantime, I need you to fly with me to catch those stars aligned
The moon is magenta
This heart will never leave ya
This tung will always lick ya and never lie
You are the butterfly and the bee
The Matilda and the magic
The red rain and purple clouds
A dream I want to repeat
Blue clouds and loving rain
Lazy grass and a hand I can sustain
Potent flowers with rainbow veins
Hallucinations and feet rubs
Bubble baths and candle lights
Fantasies I just want them right
This colored rain set me free tonight.