Where South China waters churn heavy and wide,
A widow rose up with the ocean's own tide.
No emperor’s decree could govern her hand,
She ruled forty thousand across sea and land.
Her laws were of iron, her word absolute—
No plunder unshared, and no thief with his loot.
With hundreds of junks bearing canvas of red,
The empires of Europe beheld her with dread.
The Qing and the Portuguese launched their attack,
Yet her fleet in the bay drove the battle-line back.
She outfought the crown and she outmaneuvered the state,
Till they offered her peace at the emperor's gate.
She surrendered her sails, but retained all her gold,
A pirate supreme who grew peaceful and old.
Though dynasties crumbled and admirals fell,
The terror of Canton lives on in the swell.
Serenity enters upon her hem
Toting attentions like needful puppies
Eager to submit every breath
Ponce' bathes in her fountain
Halcyon depths purifying his soul
Isolated pristine - Qing porcelain
Simmering sensuality produces
Admired luster of a Kashmir sapphire
Genuflected I yearn to become
Obsequious of all necessities and
Desires of her bestowed repertoire
Delving into her aura coaxing
Effervescent essence pour over mine
Songstress serenade inner de Bergerac
Siren silently saturate mine self
I wait for a woman
Who has the heart of Li Qing Zhao.
Do I wait in vain?
A woman who sits upon the mountain
Just to watch the cherry blossoms bloom,
A woman who finds the greatest pleasure in life,
Drinking wine and drinking poetry
Hours into the night.
Northern style with whirling a momentum kept
Southern style quicker and hidden short n sharp
Ref.Kung-fu styles
The Southern style was not based on Mantis movements at all.
But called such to confuse the Qing government –it was actually Chow Gar.
I bet that’s bored you all a little !
Carry on with your burgers !
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