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Wing Chuen Yu Poem
Year after year, each year's like a white veil --
Green days were tarnished and made a white cast.
Sometimes amazing scenes are like a gale --
Blows off the veils, relives the far, bare past.
Warm winds hailed my ship in the boundless Nile.
Beneath the diamond sky I laid down:
Once 'bove the beach, the stars gave us a smile,
When we thought that "Youth" was our proper noun.
The lamplight's gold foil buoyed by Cam's dark stream.
Eyes closed -- breeze, grass scent -- just my every sense:
I saw Xu Zhi-mo punt towards his dream,
I saw us punt towards our future tense.
The last veil drops: at the O'camp you danced.
Years fled; skin wrinkled but the bond's enhanced.
Copyright © Dyson Yu | Year Posted 2007
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Wing Chuen Yu Poem
No alps nor seas could come between you two
No tongues could bring a babel to your world
A shining new life is awaiting you
A grand dawn hints deep bliss graced with clouds pearled
The moon is destined to surround the earth
A timeless love of twin souls knows no bounds
Routine food spiced with love yields luscious mirth
And whispering in your ear gives sweet sounds
Your innocence is such a sparkling gem
Your truthfulness exudes a charming calm
May you shield this pearl tulle with a strong hem
And hail it with your sons without a qualm
Please have us in mind and forget us not
For we all live on the same pale blue dot
Copyright © Dyson Yu | Year Posted 2019
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Wing Chuen Yu Poem
My brain fast forwards but my heart remains
With you, who have inspired me every day.
Years of acquaintance won’t go into drains:
Like a good aftertaste that’s here to stay,
An emptied glass is not the story’s end.
I still remember the times we first met:
From just a name on paper, oft mispenned,
To chance encounters never to forget.
Still and all, the tide rises, the tide falls —
We’re shooting stars whose paths crossed only to
Spread out as wandering and blazing balls,
Not knowing what our next pursuits will brew.
But I know this by heart: my fate line will
E’er mark this very night when time stands still.
Copyright © Dyson Yu | Year Posted 2021
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Wing Chuen Yu Poem
Intention
Invention
Intervention
—Inferno or supernal?
Tons and tons of perilous water roaring to the ocean
Thanks to fission without vision—
Is it time to reverse the chain reaction?
Utopianism
Skepticism
Consumerism
All kinds of -ism
But where is
Optimism?
Neon god
Chat god
We are God
Who else to tell us
We are flawed?
God willing, not until
the next invention
Copyright © Dyson Yu | Year Posted 2023
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