Tag Archives: Poetry
Wish, a Poem
In memoriam of those who’d died in the derailing of the trains to Taroko on April 2nd, 2021 at 9:28:47, translated… I Wish that the Crimson Colored Dreams Don’t Feel Any Pain The Mingling of the Tides Below the Chingshui … Continue reading
Scratch Paper, a Poem
How sitting still inside those four walls with the white or blackboards, don’t do squat for our knowledge in life that came later…translated… We’re Not Allowed to Take it Out of Class The Scratch Paper We Used for the Math … Continue reading
The Masks of Autumn, a Poem
The major events in this country at the bottom half of the year 2020, translated… Written for the March of November 22nd of 2020, for Freedom’s Sake Translate… We’re All Already Under the Chill Effect Sealing Up the Unawakened Voices … Continue reading
Trekking Solo by the Seashores, a Poem
Meditating, on that rock, by the oceans, finding that calm…translated… The Past Life of the Clouds, are the, Waves From the Erosions of, the Nightmare Karmas The Nirvana of Thought, with the Waves from The Bitter Seas, Raging, Rushing, Eroding … Continue reading
A Brand New Rat
A Brand New Rat For Us to Dissect Where to Do Our, Very First Cut Straight Down the Thorax The Way Jack Ripper Had Done Perhaps? A Brand New Rat look, it’s, a G-I-R-L!!! Photo from online With the Former … Continue reading
What’s Without, is Real, a Poem
Feeling in synchrony, at one, with the outside world, in nature’s, arms, translated… The Scenes from the Distant Mountains, the Nearby Trees, Fields They’re All, Real Projected onto My Windows With the Stories that They Told Every Day, I’d, Lived … Continue reading
Jazz, a Poem
The Others Used the Multi-Colored Clay to Mold You Picked it Up, and Cut it in Half Other Children Played with the Bamboo Dragonflies Sending Them Flying You Used it, as a Baton to Conduct the Music Other Children Want … Continue reading
At Bigga, a Poem
As a member of the community, watching everything going crazy around you, translated… At Bigga Island, Marianne, I Saw them Using the Newly Built Airports, the City Hall to Cover up The Memories of Riots of the Colonies. I Saw … Continue reading
Snow, a Poem
how death becomes, covered…photo from online On the meanings of death, of being, gone, translated… Finally, I’d Come to Understand That Sort of a Cold that Could Never be Melted Seeping Out from the Bottom of My Heart Covering … Continue reading