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Xuefeng Pan Poem
I saw you were seating in the car park
In the wooden chair, no one I saw there
And you expected no one there by heart
But I crossed your path by a similar idea
We met unexpectedly in a place called "park"
Since all rooms were taken by busy hearts
And all the streets were filled with running cars
We are forced to park here, the place we share
Could this meeting up last for thousands of years?
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2019
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I am vaporizing in your eyes slowly
Noiselessly, clearly, and helplessly
Am I willing to be absorbed as steam?
No! my feeling is no but wordlessly
I am vaporizing in your eyes helplessly
As immediate as I saw you saw me
You turned me into steam softly
What should I do immediately?
Seeping into your soul completely?
Or hiding into the cloud urgently?
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2019
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The rest of me is categorized as others
Including "It", "him" and "her", they're me's peers
The philosophers have said it rather smart
That all "it", "him" and "her" are similar to "me''s physical traits
But differ a lot in interests and ideas:
The democratic politicians insisted that they are politically equal
And the human populationist believed: they are alive as a whole
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But something has long confused "me" is that
Why so many of "it", "him" and "her" that "me" never knew
(in any sense, such as meeting in person
Or any relationships could possibly be existing)
I personally reckon that "me" is a unique soul
And "it", "him" and "her" are duplicates as "me"'s shadows
Because of the blood in me could never possibly be immortal
Once "me" is gone, "it" or "him" or "her" will come to continue
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Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2020
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Everybody is walking alone on the road
Only me standing here with a barren eyeful
I can hear that they are singing or weeping
Silent, silent only I have to be silent
With this solitary life
I cannot see the reason behind my existing
I seem to have no specific mission,
So, I have to think this is a failing
I can see that everyone is passing aside
I heard also their sound or sing or cry
Silent, silent only I have to look ahead
I guess overall this must be a beautiful mistake instead!
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2016
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Should n't I feel so sad, when my father is dead
Should I feel Like others? Clearly knowing their fathers dead
They were truly happy at each moment I saw them,
It seemed that their fathers would not die ever
This made me jealous, felt no funny by too hard to accept
The fact is that everybody dies and everybody is born with a cry
Cry, cry for appearing and cry for goodbye
Until no seen in nowhere, out of eyesight,
Left a father be felt by heart, even without sunlight
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2018
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Materials are arranged into an element table
As complete, clear, reasonable as possible
All they have been most ideal
So, heat balances and explosions stop off
Slowly come the wind and the sounds of
Flowing waters, birds, and people
Mixing up the fragrance with invisible
And the mechanisms set to be mysteries
As boundless and complicated as the Stella
The stars in the sky are either dim or bright
The earth is therefore successfully born
The Creator was worried a lot
Human beings acting as ignorant kids
Who may Happily dismantle their home
That's to date not actually impossible
So before went out for a tour
He crushed the mysteries of nature
And spread the pieces into people's mind
Left no one could restore it as a whole
The mechanisms still remain though
None of a piece could easily be told
To acquire knowing the essences of nature possible
Only is no one ignored and free speech restored
No matter what they say as long as they say cordially
It should have listened and carefully mapped out
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2019
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I don't know how could I wake up automatically in the morning
Without any assistance by an alarm set and or by a personal calling
I automatically wake up again in the morning, Huh, I have a new day,
Something has been waiting for me for a long time, I will do it today
The old things are still stacked in my head, but I have to work with new things
How difficult for me to turn my memory machine a bit towards them?
In fact, I am still dreaming something about but I have to be moving
Without a clear direction, an idea, a solution how bad Today in its beginning
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2018
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Love is a thing that likes to bloom in eyes
No any words can make it be described
It moves often through the heart to the heart via eye
Absolutely not from mouth to ear instead
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2016
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Sunshine comes from heaven, breaking up clouds in the sky, and dispelling the winter coldness to land the world a Spring
The smiling comes from eyes, breaking up gloom in the heart, and bringing warmth to put on the Sunshine additional bright
(syllables 28 and 28 in each unit )
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2019
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Christmas celebration is not fully banned
Cheers! Governments explained to the locals:
For whatever reasons, that would be impossible
For Anyone gonna have a Street or public show
Finally, they haven't forgotten to overemphasize
To the young people, never forget, they said:
Christ is a Western deity, not a Chinese and
Christmas is a western festival, NOT our Traditional
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2018
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