Your voice is my beloved ocean blue.
Your love makes my aura glow every hue.
You always show me how our love is true.
Like a tide, you wait for me to come to you.
You're my moon, guiding thick and through.
You are the night gently holding me, too.
I am a shooting star granting wishes for you.
Like our love, our souls: timeless and true.
Your eyes and smile make me feel less blue.
Your tenderness brightens my aura's hue.
You've stayed whenever I was in deep rue.
Like the Earth, you orbit me, and I orbit you.
Your patient, forgiving soul reminds me too:
I as well can be just as deeply loving as you.
Your love makes me want to follow through
With all things our souls are set out to do.
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.
unsouled seem I as binary star
a twin forever separated in time
space holds ace yet cause and effect
must harvest its dues, no tasty stew
breathed as one by the One
masculine to ground feminine
to sky ~ high is low, mirroring sows
east ties west, four feet be blessed
hearts entwined for missions divine
dualistic artistic to be realistic
black with white etheric swirls
through aeons timelines twirled
union within is goal to achieve
like worker bees we do believe
yin-yang is Almighty's conceive
unsouled we weave to finally
c l e a v e ~
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Honorable Winner Poem
Allpoetry Contest: Theme : unsouled
May 26
Long sought-after, cosmic connection -
In your embrace - love.. protection.
* 'A Romantic, passionate, or sad Crystalline Poem' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
* Entered on: 2/1/2026
Born and bred in the empire
Does it prove that I’m bad
Always fit to what’s required
With my pride down in the gut
I’m deceptively serene
You are falsely agitated
I’m your yang and you’re my yin
We are Chinese belated
From the era of the sari
Beads and flowers in the hair
Our empires need to vary
So you’re gone, but still I care..
Iconically perceived bipolarities,
like receptive nuts round assertive bolts,
are all so orthodoxically well
Yet not nearly as paradoxically swell
as ironically received dipolarities,
like liberated convex pleasure poles
consummating concave passion holes.
He’s got me reeling
All gas and no brakes
I can’t take my eyes off him for my own soul’s sake
My hearts got this ache
My mind’s wide awake
I wanna take a dip inside his eyes of blue lakes
I’m already drowning
But I don’t mind the deep
I wake up in dreamland, he’s there in my sleep
I’m acting so shy
He’s acting so bold
My feelings are hot, his gaze is so cold
The yin to my yang
The venom to my fangs
I thought I could catch up but I guess I can’t hang
I’m caught in the current
I’m lost in the chase
But I’m guided by his aura and the smile on his face
I’d rather be lost
Than find my own way
He’s the fire that freezes, the sweet kind of pain
I’m playing with fire
My heart’s drenched in wine
I’m just hoping one day that his pulse matches mine
Yang is determined to boost Yin’s confidence
He knows there is a warrior woman inside her.
Weeping is not what she should be doing.
She should be rejoicing, a victor, a comrade, a queen.
He begins to plot and plan how to bring her personality forward.
He loves Yin; understands her strengths, reveres her.
He wants the best for her.
She is his other half, his better half, his rock, his world.
He begins building her up little by little.
Not wanting to frighten her.
Wanting her to be the best she can be.
Yin rises to the occasion.
New eyes slowly open,
White light softly greets them.
New life will be copin',
Am I uhh...Her...or uhh...Him?
Mother's milk...suckled sweet.
Tasty! But a little crude!
An arching stream floods their feet,
Guess I came out...uhh...Dude!
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."
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.
Blaze of dawn ascends,
Fire dances in the sky,
Strength in every breath.
The yin and yang
Of heavy heart
Orange female tiger
Male azure dragon with spark
Jubilant jaded laugh
Inside jaundice jokes
One can follow one’s path
Face what lies ahead with hope
It cannot be helped
You must weather storm
Life isn’t always fair
Always be in true form
Let go and let God
Grannie sings with faith
Be sure to guard heart
Save for rainy day
Do you learn white wisdom
From elegant emerald elders
Are you led by mission
Experience of life a welder’s
Fire to flaming silver steel
Molding you into amethyst art
However you may fuchsia feel
For growth we need light and dark
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!’
Life is a mixture of contrasts and opposite polarities
North-south east and west
Sadness and pleasure
Winter and summer
Empty pockets others full of treasure
Female and males
Dark and light
Kittens with whiskers and puppies with wagging tails
Hot and cold
War or peace
Living or dead
Young and old
They claim that variety is the spice of life
A sweet love song
Or a lament
A kiss or a bite
Truth or a lie
A laugh or a thrown
Day and night
A winner or a loser
A serious person or a clown
A hunter and prey
A full cake or just the crumbs
A sunrise and sundown
Love and hate
A labour of work or a holiday
Chalk and Cheese
A full or an empty plate
A clear road ahead or something blocking your way
Some people sin or keep on the right track
Some people are strong other's weak
A bad or good day
A success or a failure
A double or single bed
A hundred miles or just a breath away
No matter how we differ
To me we are all brothers and sisters
Under the same moon stars and sun
Things are not what they were supposed to be
But my dream would be love harmony peace and forgiveness
In a paradise united as one.
They do say opposites attract.
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