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Best Poems Written by Yehoshua Yochanan

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A Serpent on My Path

On my way back home
Whilst walking the straight clearing 
Made by trampling over grass
By human feet, creating a path without greens.
I walked this way many times already,
And many times
I came back home safe.
I thank my ancestors for making a path.
Its kept clear, flowers will not bloom
Not on that pathway, 
Nor will shrubs and bushes
Scratch my legs.
I love this path!

My legs! It bleeds from four deep and small holes!
Blasted snake! Really had to walk my way!
I hear the crows loud and clear
While in my head, a Gyroscope that lost its spin.
I never realized
That I stepped on a snake’s tail.

It never hurts to be cautious and not complacent on things that are long before existing and known.

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My Moon

(a reply to my poem entitled, "A Moonstone")

You glow with the sun,
You float in the sea of stars,
In darkness, still beautiful.
I will adore you myself,
Even if he never would.

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All To Be Reminded

“Do me well,
Do me no harm.
Do me well, 
Treat me like no stranger.
Do me good,
Don't make me sad.
Do me well,
Forget me not.”

I painted worth gold to be stolen,
I gather the thieves to my mind.
Desperate enough just to be reminded,
For what I have found I cannot find.

It was an orange marmalade,
A tea for a throat, to impress.
Yet, it was also a bitter gourd,
My aching head when distressed.

Colors find it apealing to stick onto,
Music does the same too.
It was when my feet was walking with another pair,
It was a treasure chest I somehow placed down somewhere.

Oh, but I am excited to see it again,
I need no longer thieves for my sake.
I need locksmiths to see a painful friend,
One who breaks my heart when it spake.

Oh, how painful it is to feel once again,
The prickly fruits I ate, and the tears I drained.
It was my treasure, my ‘was’, ‘is’, and my ‘were’,
A golden poison no one knew it could be shared.

All for a nugget of gold, I once again suffered.
All for pain I wish not forget.
For I feared that if not felt, then not remembered,
And so, for it, I was again am wouded and bled.

Just for a coin of a happy face,
Just for a key to a solemn place.
Just for shoes that once ran in chase,
Just for a lovelorn warm embrace.

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Faintly, Smiling Faintly

I tell the world of you,
Your smile and your glow.
The fondest embrace you gave
Made a mask full of lies fall off,
And gave tears to a dry set of eyes.
I say, “Nevermore, will I plead
For a burgundy hue to cover me.
Nevermore will my hand scrape for dust.
Nevermore will pain be inflicted 
In my beating heart," I say.
But, a sound of silence
Eyes that stares at each other
With interests and fondness,
A gesture of friendship so pure
And a conversation of anything,
Broke past my iron walls.
So beautiful, the eyes and lips.
So beautiful the smile, such bliss
It makes a darkened sky weep with light.
But oh, not mine, not mine
Never ever might be mine,
Never ever could be mine.
Say, should words confess
Its true desires, its long yearning,
Will it happen that your ears would listen?
Will your eyes look at mine, 
In the same way mine looks at yours?
Will I ever get a chance,
Or will I just look at you,
Forever smiling faintly?

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Old Couples

Do you remember the time,
When we used to carry only a dime,
No gold, no dollars,
But the world were like yours and mine?

The bliss, together we share,
We comfort each other in every despair.
The fondness that seems unending,
Our love that's bound, unyielding.

But oh, how can we not fight against time?
In its power, we can only resign.
Your long black hair, now silver white,
Now your eyes, and it's degrading sight.

We both fear that every morn and evening is our last.
That's why we wish not to fall asleep too fast.
Everyday is like meeting you for the first time “Hi!”.
And every night is like saying a painful “Goodbye”.

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Child Inside

I worry for the child every night,
And every night brings forth another fright.
I worry for the child in every way everyday,
“Do not stumble, don't get hurt”, always I would pray.

It's harsh, the way I existed, that is,
In a blink of an eye, I was just there.
Staring at myself, yet I know I'm someone else,
Watching my life unfold, all pain, all sorrow, all unfair.

I know in myself, that I am part of what's whole,
That in this life, a harsh part is my role.
I must step in before I cry, hide the tears, mask my face,
All alone, while I am weeping inside, all alone with no embrace.

I look with no remorse, I stare with cold eyes.
I look like death, walk like death, that nothing can revitalize.
All I want is his smile, 
Or should I say, “my” smile.

I speak like two, it's always been us two.
One is true, and one is made to hide what's true.
One is strong, bold, emotionless, and woke,
While the other, a pleasant one, filled with hope.

I write, on behalf of him who protects me, Black.
For he doesn't know how to shed a tear.
He bore my pain all throughout those years,
He took my sorrow, took my grief, he shouldered my fears.

I pity him, who is myself, and cherish him be.
I try to be strong on my own,
And flourish in ways I've known,
But the path, I just cannot see.

We call upon each other, embrace our own warmth.
I cry on my own shoulder, while he stays inside.
There are times I won't let him out, for I fear I would change.
But at times he won't let me out, for he fears I would fade.

I see and I hear everything from deep within.
Although I cannot relate, I know that he feels.
His unending pain, ocean of tears, his long suffering,
He hides them all, and it's my job to keep it sealed.

But please! Not anymore! I cannot bear to see you hide it anymore!
Open that jar and release the dust you collect!
Although I'm different I am still you and it pains me so,
To see myself limping and dragging whatever that is left.

This is for you, White, who is also me, Black.
I care for you more than you could imagine.
And without tears I cry for your sake.
Stop your suffering now, stop before it's too late.

Left by time. Severed by the flow. 
Still it clings and holds onto hope. No. It strips my hope. 
I must go back to before. 
Cover my past with fantasies I yearned for. 

Overwriting everything I've endured, all I've felt... everything. 
However, must I? Will I be alright? 
Will the moon still shine its true beauty at night? 
Tell me, should I kill the child inside?

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I Wish to Leave

It came ever so interesting how tears are spoken by sound from tiles,
I see weighing stones aloft.
I get to swing alone in the scale,
Unbothered by no feathers or gold...
Just myself, against nothing.
I have stories prepared for my own undoing,
Ready to take place through ink and binding.
One that could be told for others as past time,
Or could it even be?
That, I knew not.
So long had wonders of a different dream flooded on top my own waters of reality,
Long have I dreamed of another,
One where I would not feel the urge of leaving.
I find it hard to be in tears,
For in fear I may be not liked.
Indeed, the world knows how to shut an already mute mouth,
How cruel.
Not a chance given
Not a chance taken
“Not a chance, young man!”
Yet, the world cannot be blamed.
That, I believe.

And so, I learned talking indirectly,
Through songs, stories and poetry.
I learned the hard way how to go around things,
Like “life” I was never taught about.
The need to see first if my words are allowed,
If walking in a different way is not a sin,
Or just basically like,
“Would breathing be alright?
I won't be a bother, right? I hope not.”

It's silent, always.
Aside from arrows pointed at me
Or eyes piercing my skin.
No strong horse for a mount,
Not even a trusty sword as a companion.
Yes, not even a carrier pigeon from long ago...just, silence.
I wish to leave home.
Yes...
I wish to leave.

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When Gone Again, I Sigh

When glancing at the shine
I see your face,
Morning dews like crystal gems gleam
A rainbow reflection to your cheeks.
When birds sing, I hear another tune
That was yours, a hum so pure.
I feel at ease 
Even when storms knock me down,
You were like a rock
Where I rest my back.
When silence strike
Begins from you,
I try to shout between mountains
Pleading for rain to fall.
"Ah" I say, I sigh,
Your presence is gone again,
I am alone again tonight.

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A Moonstone

Words caved in darkness,
Heart, torn apart every time,
I cry without tears.
You adore that sweet flower,
Too bad, I'm just a Moonstone.

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Immortal Elves

(~Boast~)
A year is but a mere blink,
A century is just a sigh.
We dream awake, we sleep to think,
Let time pass, long enough for trees to dry.

(~Confusion~)
Centuries old, young for our eyes,
Led by pride, beauty, and doubt.
When all seems done we stand confused,
Of what we've been doing; of what is truth.

With lives so infinite, and time unmeasurable,
We know the beginning but know not of the end.
Vast knowledge rendered invaluable,
With deathlike gaze, we know nothing at all.

(~Enlightenment~)
This life is both a curse and a blessing,
A story that's fun to tell.
Bring not a clouded mind for tomorrow,
Leave it in your pillow and sleep well.

Embrace the warmth, the chill, and the breeze,
Be one with the forest, it's birds and trees.
Enjoy the smiles of those with fleeting lives,
Protect the beauty of such colorful dyes.

(~Lamentation~)
But beware, do not wander far away alone,
Do not stray into lands unknown.
For even if you have passed enlightenment,
Your Immortal soul have enough room to lament.

We walk with mortals with undying flesh,
We see the birth, and the early deaths.
We made bonds with both soul and heart,
To a mortal being, but watch it lay to rest.

Thousands of years, and all are meant to leave,
We are forever alone, once we stray away.
If we chose to live among the mortal's realm,
Not in Joy, but in sorrow, we'll be overwhelmed.

To see the passing of friends and foes,
Is a grief that only we could bear
Left behind are the smiles of once we hold dear,
Left behind are us with our silent cries, and dry tears.