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Robert Chung Poem
At Waikiki
I love to catch much of an ocean breeze under the palm trees
To greet ‘Aloha’ to the rising sun on east Diamond Head
To sip a cup of senior discount McCafe on a street-side bench
To join a citizen tossing crumbles for fish’ and birds’ snack
To gaze on sluggish cargo ships offshore and buzzing flights in the sky
To admire a herd of maroon surfers on the silvery surges
To walk alongside with Ala Wai canal chiming the crew rowing a canoe
To brush drops on the head of a sudden shower in broad daylight
To draw a colorful rainbow spanning the misty valley beyond the sea
To sniff the plumeria of lei in the stalls by Kalakaua Ave. and Kapiolani park
To relish a creamy dish of poi and a heaped spoonful shaved-ice
To print my steps on the sands and disperse the foam on the beach
To look on the hula dancers with waving hands and singing Alohaoe
To have a sweet chat with curious tourists from all over the world
To be a romantic promenader in couples strolling along the seashore
To revel in a tone and tempo of strings pricked of ukulele
To bid farewell to the gorgeous sunset over the horizon
To watch splendid fireworks on every Friday event in Sheraton
To stroll around for touting window-shop till the mall opens
To count elysian, bright stars in the full-moon night
To have a dream in dreaming islands of Oahu, Hawaii
I love to exclaim “Mahalo, Waikiki!”, most of all
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Robert Chung Poem
A teeter-totter of the pair
All saying
Goodness is not all good.
Good things should be acceptable.
Not being good is not due to badness.
Badness is not all bad.
Bad things should be atrocious.
Not being wicked is not goodness.
A duel of Love and Happiness,
Root for either one.
Which side is jumping higher?
Clap, clap, cheer, cheer.
I'd stand by the latter
'cause of no shadow to follow.
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Robert Chung Poem
The days of Corona
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In Corona season
What is it like to kill a day,
Short or long
It is like flipping a page after page,
Fun or ho-hum
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Robert Chung Poem
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The sun to rise and set,
The soul and body to play game
I perceive, though.
For no meaning
I skip a pebble across the river.
Without any goal
I cast a line fishing in the stream.
With no reason
I kick off empty cans clattering.
Don't say
Where I am in a dense fog.
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Robert Chung Poem
Tedious season
This spiky summer is ready to leave slowly
for the snow-covered mountain retreat.
It has to adorn its weird clothes with maples
and cross the chilly river on the way.
I wish the stream is many fathoms deep
and to meet the following easier summer.
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Soul and Body
The body holding its head up
Welcomes the sun rising above the east
The body with the head down
Bids farewell to the sun setting yond the west
The soul nods at Phoebus,
Coming from the east
Going to the west
All-day long, keeping the eyes on
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