A full moon
Robert Chung
Once in the lunar month
A full moon stops by,
Telling us something, tacitly.
We do not perceive it, but
Marvel only at her brightness.
The wild dogs on the hill
Howl knowingly.
They are touchy-feely!
nights for stars lovers
in desert, end lunar month
the greatest calm sight
End of lunar month
many stars are whispering
In a summer night
feel so closed you want a touch
gentle lovely summer breeze
The last lunar month rings in the Minor Cold,
The magpies begin to build new nest mold.
Some look for food along the river banks while
Up on treetops others carry wisps of hay to pile.
Wild geese start to fly northward;
Pheasants commence singing from now onward.
Although it is still rigid winter,
The first lunar month of spring approaches nearer
(tran.)
SPRING CHAP GOH MEI
Subtle spring fest as earth awakes,
Prompt thus the surge of vibrant feel;
Rich flavours nest in ample takes,
Intense the urge of nature's will;
Note how joy hurls such fragrant times,
Glimpses of grace moves fertile soil.
Calm vivid swirls accord warm chimes,
Here in clear trace busy hands toil;
Abide fond cheer wise touch of hope,
Peace spreads a glow of poignant truth.
Gain worthwhile spheres as love sculpts scope,
Observe the flow of visual truth;
Health now flings tints of blessings grand.
Meet precious voice in wholesome space,
Embrace bright spring that fashions trends;
Imprints of poise now syncs kind grace.
Leon Enriquez
26 February 2018
Singapore
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(Note: The words "Chap Goh Mei" is a
phrase in the Chinese dialect Hokkien,
and means "Fifteenth Night" of the 1st
Lunar month in Spring, when the
Chinese New Year begins.)
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Lunar New Year brings blessings bright:
Affluence now cheers our spirits right.
Goodies galore with sure good health:
So much and more with ample wealth.
Time moves most brisk with bounty's range:
We live fine risk as fortunes change.
So much to do as plenty sums:
For me and you with grand outcomes.
The moon aglow this 15th day:
Valentine shows true lover's way.
Chap Goh Mei rhymes that Luna gaze:
Seek to court times in hearty maze.
Chinese New Year brings happy spring:
Here's to good cheer and precious things.
May all our dreams bring happy thoughts:
May love's fond streams bring healthy lots.
Live faith and hope as love seeds grace:
Work your grand scope with cheer you trace.
Leon Enriquez
11 February 2017
Singapore
(Note: 'Chap Goh Mei' means "15th Day" of
the lunar month in Hokkien, a Chinese dialect
with origins in Fujian province in China.)
The freak accident
of a paranormal mystic, begins
a telekinesis in the dark room
to internalize the chopped off
obsession of sex.
You will be needed as a
fugitive now, in the
muddle of passions. There was
a complete lull before the storm.
A pindrop silence.
An anxiety starts, of-
becoming nothing, in the comfort
zone. The roots look up
at the lunar month, to bail out
the loner, convicted of sedition.
Satish Verma
A full moon is known for making people do things that are weirder and weirder. It only appears at night, even when the Earth rotates and stuff. It happens on every 14th of 15th of the lunar month. The full moon is so whole, but so scarier, it's like staring it right in the face. Everybody also knows that when people turn into werewolves (just like the werewolf movies), they most likely howl at the full moon. It may be a real myth and a real folklore or whatever, but All full moons are still making people do weird things. It seems that the Earth's been rotating around the sun, even when the day's over. But when it comes to a full moon and werewolves and stuff, they're basically from movies and Greek mythologies and stuff, in which they're a bunch of awesome folklores. And if the full moon continues to appear at night and people continue to do weirder things, thereby making people do weird things, there's no telling what weirder thing might happen next, even on another full moon.
Peace at stake,
it worked.
Withdrawal of rubber dolls
playing with fire.
Empty bowls in lunar month.
Concords were flying very high
noiselessly crossing the peaks
of great grudges.
Pure golden hair –
of grief.
It really was miracle.
Bald eagle was waiting.
Enough time to steer a murder.
The irresistable desire
to rub with a paranoid.
Extracting a genius from mediocre genera.
Life had become too genteel.
SATISH VERMA