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!
deep in the underbrush of the ying ying forest
there is a path of posies and a faerie named Norest.
Norest has prettied up her home with window boxes, each with a lily.
Her home has fluffy comforters, warm tapestries, and a parrot who is silly.
Once a year she holds an autumn tea for her favorite people.
They play finger games like “here’s the church, and here’s the steeple."
Norest is a hostess who bakes tasty pies, scones and fruitcakes.
Sometimes she adds banana splits and berry power shakes.
No one wants her smoothies, they are orange and green.
But if we are going to honor a hostess, in Ying Ying she is the queen.
Unfortunately, her parrot can be beyond silly, sometimes he is mean.
Often her guests run out screaming, never again to be cherished or seen.
Silent as the dusk,
Moonlight whispers to the trees,
Balance in the dark.
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.
I live in a small condo
with a unit upstairs,
and there resides one
very temperamental bear..
He has a darling wife,
so bubbly and fair, but he
can be so dark and moody,
spreads his gloom every where..
At times he hears my footsteps,
although I live below, so I take
off my shoes and walk on tip toe..
I slept in my guest room where
above he goes to bed.
He claimed I banged the ceiling
but it was all with in his head..
How can his wife stay positive?
She has to be a saint, so many
days he's doom and gloom,
no vibrance in his paints..
When the yang is cloaked with
ying and opposites collide,
it takes a lot of angel wings
to keep an even tide..
There was a boy who had a toy
But had no place to play
He met a girl who loved to twirl
And play with boys all day
Toes in the sand he took her hand
And placed it on his toy
The little girl would twist and twirl
And the boy swelled with joy
Most every day he loved to play
With the little girl next door
With little doubt his toy now out
Though sore he asked for more
Now up and down and all around
The game went on and on
Though quite a blast toy didn't last
So the little girl was gone
We've got snow up to our ying yangs
Where is one's ying yang you might ask
It's just above our hoohaws and below our zinkledorfs
Also our winklepuss sometimes becomes rigid
And doesn't soften up again until late spring
What are you thinking, you naughty people
How far down is that mind of yours going?
You should all be totally ashamed of yourselves
What kind of depraved soul do you think I am
I'm really just this sweet old grandpa dude!
And if you can believe that... !!!
Is life an ever fight of yang and ying ?
a path of desire and aversion
of love, lust, passion and of repulsion
and do we have to choose with everything ?
I wish that want and craving could just cling.
When faced with disgust I seek conversion,
hate sends me on a silent excursion.
Can the way be_ let go of things that sting ?
Desire, loath, crave, dread, devotion, dislike
when ugly turmoil roars I take a hike,
and when rapture whispers my soul will purr _
In my life garden only flowers grow,
I breathe a breath, relax and take life slow
and all hostility fades to a blur.
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September 27, 2022
Poetry/Sonnet/of yang and ying
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1490-761-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Dante's Sonnet abbaabba ccdeed - 14 lines
Written for the Premiere contest, Desire and Aversion
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/11/2022
Third Place
Without struggle there would be no progress
Without failure there would be no success
Without hurt there would be no love
Without below there would be no above
Without pain there would be no pleasure
Without work there would be no leisure
Without shadows there would be no light
Without death there would be no life
I wear a smile
I wear a frown
I’m feeling up
I’m feeling down.
I think of joys
I think of sorrows
I have my past
wait for tomorrows.
Words I’ve said
things I’ve done
things I’ve lost
things I’ve won.
Had my solace
had my pain
life is yin
life is yang.
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Spending most of my days on the dark side of the moon.
Trying to remember where I've been.
Lost, hopeless, alone is where I had been hiding.
Not knowing on the other side was this colorful world hanging in the darkness.
I look on in amazement, how did I not witness this before?
Why did I force myself to this prison of darkness?
When all I had to do was change the scenery, and see the hope.
Hope of the life I see.
Hope of the love I see.
Hope of the happiness I see.
Hope of some form of universal unity.
Hope in a truth that sets us free.
Won't you come with me, and travel the galaxy and all it's amazements?
It's ok to be stuck on the dark side of the moon,
even flowers need to be in darkness to grow into something beautiful.
And that's ok, we all grow into something beautiful at our own pace.
Just know, when you're ready, I'll be right there to enjoy your beauty,
the beauty you were always meant to be.
Our love is two sided.
One side dark and cold.
Broken and rough.
Sad and tearful.
Full of negative energy.
The other, exciting and intense.
Naturally flowing and brilliant.
Deep and harmonious.
Magical and full of love.
When you put the sides together you get something balanced and beautiful.
You get us.
When I was beaten down at a new low
she lifted me up from the depths below.
When I fell quite ill she was always there
with a helping hand, giving love and care.
Tho each different, our moods would collide,
but down deep, our love we could never hide.
When from time to time we would live apart
we always kept each other in our heart.
And now we live together once again,
in our old age, let the patience begin.
We’ve learned to let humor temper it all
with a kind word if the other might fall.
Sisters made stronger, as if we were one
from our first breath, the connection begun.
It's December 8th in Ontario, still no snow
Maybe the gods will spare us, ya never know
A blessing that would be
Since sitting on Santa's knee
Up to my ying yang was nothing nouveau
Yang
My lighter tang
The half of me that I
Supposedly maintain
Insane
How you can act like a color
Or how I act I guess is
Nothing like my mother.
Yang
An exclusion from yin
And sometimes claiming my other half
Is looked at as a sin
Where do I begin?
Slavery and thick skin
Masters and rich men
Dan in a lion's den
Shouting from all ends
A rivalry from when?
Followed by
Yin
A "darkness within"
When I showcase the hood roots
My mother was born in
By speakin'
The tongue of my own home
Tongue from which a love grown
This broken English I've known
But is supposedly for the yin alone
A culture to which I can't subscribe
Because I'm not dominated
By my yin side
No pride
One part is denied
Because I display the characteristics
Of two contrasting sides
Yin and Yang
Two opponents in the same game
Two brothers with different names
Two lovers from opposing gangs
Different but the same
Repel yet meet
Contrast yet complete
In theory at least.
In their constant rotation
Constant struggle and frustration
The battle never seems to
Cease.
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