Short Yin Yang Poems
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There’s no shadow without a light
No shallow without a height
No love without a fight
No wrong without a right
No Yin Yang without black and white
In the essence of soft shadows in hindsight
Walking around,
looking down and see a pool of Light.
Getting a closer look,
and notice a little piece of Darkness.
Turn around,
and see a pool of Darkness.
Getting a closer look,
and notice a piece of Light.
Stuck in the middle,
nowhere to run.
Where my yin meets my yang
I hear a dissonant clang
My physician traced it back
all the way to the ‘Big Bang’
Seems I hopped aboard an asteroid
went for a wild ride
Hit my head on a comet
blasphemed, ‘God damn it!’
More than a little bit transient
except when I look in your eyes;
My soul frozen by your cement
grounded by faith my spirit flies;
Balance is what you emphasize
without a ‘you’ there is no ‘me’;
Our lows are the flip side of highs,
the yin yang of apostrophe.
Pete
The family dog is a yin yang
Two faced in black and white
Lives his life on a log chain
Likes to play with his bite
Pearly, ivory, toothy fangs
Partial faced in the moonlight
His Pyrenean bark is like a big bang
His bark is worse than his bite
~ Leonard Napierskie
One doesn’t stand on the Bongo
With roller affixed to the floor,
But sway as a reed in the wind
Or risk finding oneself thrown o’er.
A lesson from this childhood game:
Our center is found only with change.
The path to an equilib life
Is balancing our yin and our yang.
Diametric …
art and commerce
Twining symbols
colors adverse
Yin & Yang
divergent segues
Each stigmatic
bloddy payday
Fraternal image
Louvre / Montmartre
Black tie bidding
cobbled heart
A poor man sings
a rich man vies
On bartered canvas
—truth defies
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
SUN/MOON
Enraged flaming sun,
engulfing all he can see,
throughout our toil.
Passive the moon glows,
chilling all she can caress,
so softly we sleep.
Sun and Moon live on,
destined by the hand of time,
Yin-yang forever.
Contest: HAIKU HODGEPODGE ... TRIO ...
24/1/2012
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Dearest angel of the winds
Better part of the yin yang twins
Light of another day
I wish you wouldn't wonder away
Soul of the sea
Forever blissful in sanity
With me for now
In heaven forever
Loving heart pounds in thy chest
Cheating nature's test
Forever beautiful
Eternally young
Your love is forever
Mine has only just begun
Chinese myth is about Pan Gu
First god who kept Yin-Yang true
Earth was made of Pa Gu’s prone corpse
His eyes became the sun and moon of course
His blood formed the rivers, all thousand and three
Sparse hair grew into China’s plants and trees
This god as much a legend as Greeks and Romans claim
Chinese god, Pan Gu is his mighty name
Reflecting on times, ones perfectly certain,
Without shadows of doubt on the mind,
As though shining, waiting by black or white curtains,
As though truth were so easy to find,
So clear now it seems, contrary to say,
Such clarity is not in the slightest,
As black, surely, but one dark shade of grey,
And pure white, just another, the lightest.
Only in darkness
I see light
I see stars
Twinkling in the sky
I see
The moon
Gracing the firmament
In sickness
I see health
In hunger
I see food
When downtrodden
I see joy
When alone
I seek companion
When hated
I seek love
Yin and Yang
That’s the way life is.
Thank, God
Humanity is moving
More toward Yang
The Light
Listen to poem:
How often a story ends, amen
but embers get revived.
Just when attention shifts
and talk wanes and subsides
Up pops a little 'and then'
An off we go again.
How often 'then' marks a turnabout
A sneaky unexpected kiss
A spiel for some new deal
A U-turn or swing around
So beware and prepare
For yin yang, flips and flops
Now and then, again.
Holy Trinity!
There is no complete
Dark or light, we have twilight
Holy Trinity!
Crucified Jesus
In the middle of two thieves
Holy Trinity!
Yin - Yang Complement
each other, moving as one
Holy Trinity!
There is Heaven - hell
We live in the perfect mist
Holy Trinity!
Not Two, there is Three
Balancing polarities
Holy Trinity!
I
digits through nine
faith came easy
enter zero - infinity
II
God had to go
God would fill all space
creation is born
III
space is his disguise
like zero, it's No-thing:
No thing, not nothing!
IV
Euclid gave us wins, loss -
Curves have no points
Logic boxes us all
V
Oceanic thinking, now
More needed than ever
yin-yang, not in and out
When we are dreaming here - we are awake there;
When we are awake here, we are dreaming there...
When we vanish here, we appear there;
When we appear here, we vanish there.
The cycle is balanced, the Yin Yang is fair.
It's all a Mirage.. cant grasp it - thin air.
The only thing real is dreamless deep sleep;
Parcel delivered! - It's yours now to keep.
the silence that listens -
the stillness that anticipates
what is one
becomes the other
Earth spins
from yin to yang
- dark to light
- death to growth
what is one
becomes the other
infinite duality
less than grains of sand
in a mirror that reflects nothing
but a fleeting conscience
- seeds from death
that grow in the light
black is white and...
The world is a dichotomy,
The Yin Yang of life’s experience,
It is simultaneously banal,
And mysterious,
Happy and sad,
Exciting and bland,
Without small,
There would be no tall,
If there is no up,
There can be no down,
With no us,
There is no them
If you can’t be right
You will never be wrong,
So, stop being obsessed singing the notes,
While forgetting to sing the song.
If you've a yen
(it's not zen)
you may bet your bottom dollar
while integrating yin yang cosmology
Chinese philosopher and scholar
Dong Zhongshu
(good old you know who)
favoured heaven worship results
over and above traditional cults
altho' a man well-read
he often wrote instead
yet to avoid confusion
knowingly said, 'Jump to assumption,
arrive wrong conclusion.'
Morning delight
Fiery sunburst;
Elegant conversation
This paradox
Black upon white;
Yin-Yang contrast
Busy street corner
Each person alone;
Crowded solitude
Mall spectators
Browsing and looking;
Yet not seeing
I style a smile
To greet a stranger;
Sparkling sunburst
Valentine shoppers
Seeking to buy;
Love now barters
Leon Enriquez
13 Feb 2014
Singapore
I wasn't long in Hong Kong,
before I saw my first tai chi,
and it gave me the strangest notion,
the exercisers, advancing all in a row,
were line dancing in slow motion.
They put their left hand in,
right hand out,
in, out, in, out,
waved them all about
and, set to soothing, soulful music,
the male practitioners suggestively sang,
"If you show me your yin,
I'll show you my yang."
COPLA SESENTA Y CUATRO: This Bad Guy World
No one denies Life’s stunning rich
What we all have to put up with:
Stark sacrifice
Spite of beast in Man or the Witch
Brains soar limitless heights or width:
As gods we rise
Bad Guys drag us down ugly depths
Role Good Guys must accept as fun:
Who stands to blame
Yin-Yang conflicts not shibboleths
From dying bored stiff keeps Man:
The crying shame
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
COPLA VEINTITRES : This Bad Guy World
For the sake of the argument
Let’s admit Good-Bad thrives in self
Does it matter
Without Yin-Yang predicament:
Conflict bound in the self-same self
Makes life matter
Yet in this Day-Night lantern show
Light and dark flit through like shadows
Who plays the roles
The pain is real when laid low
Good Guys stung by banderilleros
What hurts in souls
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Yin Yang,
black white,
draped with,
dark light.
Glad sad,
so hue,
souls spews,
true blue.
Death life,
in tune,
rise up,
new moon.
Sun rain;
heals pain.
War peace;
sweet grief.
Love hate,
that too,
off sets,
me you.
Two thoughts,
twins part
as one,
in heart.
The End.
March 6, 2016.
For contest "United Colours: Black and White"
sponsored by, Silent One.
An awesome power without form
In silent atoms slowly drawn
Sometimes pure and innocent
Or total evil, malcontent,
Its opposition holds it fast
Like Yin & Yang
Or Light and Dark
This presence in a sunrise felt
In friendship's smile or anger's wrath
In mountain's height or oceans depth
The in and out of every breath
In every wind that stirs a leaf
And every life, however brief
The constant earth, the shifting sand
All feel this mighty, gentle hand.
Suzanne Delaney