A Chinese Sonnet
The fog glides softly over the river' sigh.
A fisher heals his net of dreaming;
He knows the star is not for catching.
A heron curtsies where the water bends.
Its wings remember the spirits of ancestors.
Each ripple replies softly-''All ends,And yet
nothing truly ends''
The oracle rests alongside the current,
Perusing stillness,not words in the flow.
'' Truly'',she says ''is what the heart concedes,
not what the tongue commands?''
Dusk moves down,beacons shiver on the river.
The river keeps the mysteries of those who listen.
We love those church bells,
do we not? Such chimes, such rings!
Are you a churchy type?
Or, like me, are you not?
Those bells we hear here
do have a rather angelic sound
(though, as we know, there are no angels).
But what a voice they have, those bells.
You don't do church, then -
like me and so many others?
But almost supersonic, those rings -
chimes that are quite a joy.
And they do bring to us
a historical flavour.
It enters our ears and hearts,
enters our ears and minds.
You have no religion, then -
that old-fashioned, out-of-date stuff?
Yet those bells send a sweet tang, zing,
almost a poignancy - sometimes sorrow, often happiness.
Ah, yes, we stand at that west end,
absorb those bells, that zing, that flavour.
We almost drink them, wear them -
yes, cherish and wear those rings.
(30 Dec 2022)
cooling tang
upon my palate-
eucalyptus leaves
sleep comes-
a one-track mind’s
exhausting
nature’s way
is the best-
fine dining
Mommy Tang
she so funny
she so smart
Mommy Tang
has the best of hearts
she wiggles and moves
with the speed of a tiger
sometime she laughs
like love is taking
her so much higher
and If she takes
time from out her mothering day
then we all get to
come out and play
her voice is, so lovingly loud
she makes us all so
damn proud
that someone so great
would come teach us
what to put on our
dinner-less empty plates
so here to Mommy tang
you make me want to be
a better everything...
and in the words of Mommy Tang
"Go be happy"Go be happy"
P.S. someone has got the bestest friend in the world!
aka:lyricvixen
Houston, We've Got A Thang....
Bang Bang, Rush It Through The House
Where's My Butt Hole Mouse ? How Mow Brown Cow
Black Cinderella, With Her Tic Track Fella Singing Acappella
Do We Have An Accord Take It To The Board I'll Be Your Lord Horde
Miss Piggy And His Ziggy, Stardust She's A Must With This Bust Bed Time
Red Line Where's My *uckin Mouse Chorus Boris Blue Light Tender Thighs United Lies.
Drink Tang,
dang what
a bang!
As early as C.629 a Chinese monk Xuanzang of Jingtu temple
Motivated by the poor quality of translations of Buddhist scripture
Undertook a hazardous journey to bring the original from India
Despite the border being closed at the time due to a war.
He travelled through Gansu, Qinghai and Tian Shan mountains
And crossed what we call Kyrgystan. Uzbekistan and Afghanistan
Reaching India in 630 and touring Indian subcontinent for 13 years
Visiting Buddhist sites and studying at ancient University of Nalanda.
He left India in 643 arriving in China in 646 with the scriptures
Establishing a monastery translating the scriptures he brought.
The spirit or third eye perceptions of Xuanzang to see the world
Was the true spirit, his body being the vehicle or craft merely.
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* Inspired by Spirit eye or third eye perception contest by Rick parise.
This poem is second one.
Sometimes days drag on
I look for solitude within the masses
trying to blend in, with the fishes
Unfortunately, too colorful.
Hues that dialate pupils upon peering
Even in darkness, simmering, Incandescent
Impossible to slumber.
Don't know much about myself
Look like everyone else.
We swim together, in all elements
We are inseparable.
With every new idea revealed
My colors fade
Alone in body, keen in mind
I forge through with lone eye.
Now see things in a new light
My light, look what i've made
From inside out AND outside in
Functional, in touch again.
It's not lost if one has it
Colors will never fade
'Just get buried and compounded
Underneath all the Gray.
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