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Towards Tomorrow
While most still linger along in twilight
Some are hopping among fires of gun
Others are dying of hunger, & still others
Are crying voicelessly over pain and loss
All in the heart of darkness stretched by tonight
But once the sun rises among the glows of
Tomorrow, we’ll start flapping against a new world
So gaxy, so peaceful we can fly together with angels
Each with wings feathered with hope & happiness
Human Histoire
Hitting heavy in human history
Myriad bowing tree branches have all
Witnessed
Every drop of blood shed in the traffic
They may say nothing in the court of
Calendar, except perhaps nodding, or
Waving in front of an audience
But they will keep in the heart of their rings
Each & every human malice
Some Day
The gunfire will finally stop, and this
Evil war will come to an end
When the bloody scenes are all
Replaced by parties of laughters
Some day the sun will fight its way
Out again and disperse every
Dark cloud and shadow, driving
This rainy season beyond our wet nightmares
Some day this heavy smog will be
Torn away by numerous angry hands as
Fresh air comes to fill in all the lungs
And blue shades inflate the whole sky
Some day they will discover or invent
The right recipes for these diseases
Plaguing young and old, restoring wellbeing
To both humans and animals; yes, some day
Slowly in Peace
Let us take all the long time we need
To wake up from our overdue dreams
Get out of the bed, and stretch our
Limbs as far as possible for a new morning
Let us take all the long time we need
To listen to the first song of the birds
Watch the rise of this summer sun, feel
The breeze combing each tree with tenderness
Let us take all the long time we need
To enjoy being together with our beloved
Exchange a smile so that they can stay with
Us just a few seconds or even minutes longer
Yes, let’s take all the long time we need
To drink this tea, to chat about this weather
To look back at the road we have travelled along
To think, to cry, and to die in lingering twilight
Soft Medium: A Wishful Whim
If, if everyone could
Use love instead of money
As the only medium
Of exchange, who would
Choose to declare bankruptcy
Or rob an old lady right after
She withdraws her hard-saved
Cash? Who would jump
From a tower or bridge
Because of his recent losses
In the stock market? Who would
Go to bed hungry in the heart of
Darkness? Who would rent her body
To a male animal? Who would try to
Accumulate riches at the cost of
His conscience or character? &
Who would kill or start a war?
In particular, who would
Trade his soul with the devil?
Indeed, who would refuse
To exchange love for love?
Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving China. Currently, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include ten Pushcart nominations, eight chapbooks (most recent one being East Idioms [cyberwit.net, 2020]) & publications in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17) & BestNewPoemsOnline, among 1639 others across 44 countries.
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While most still linger along in twilight
Some are hopping among fires of gun
Others are dying of hunger, & still others
Are crying voicelessly over pain and loss
All in the heart of darkness stretched by tonight
But once the sun rises among the glows of
Tomorrow, we’ll start flapping against a new world
So gaxy, so peaceful we can fly together with angels
Each with wings feathered with hope & happiness
Human Histoire
Hitting heavy in human history
Myriad bowing tree branches have all
Witnessed
Every drop of blood shed in the traffic
They may say nothing in the court of
Calendar, except perhaps nodding, or
Waving in front of an audience
But they will keep in the heart of their rings
Each & every human malice
Some Day
The gunfire will finally stop, and this
Evil war will come to an end
When the bloody scenes are all
Replaced by parties of laughters
Some day the sun will fight its way
Out again and disperse every
Dark cloud and shadow, driving
This rainy season beyond our wet nightmares
Some day this heavy smog will be
Torn away by numerous angry hands as
Fresh air comes to fill in all the lungs
And blue shades inflate the whole sky
Some day they will discover or invent
The right recipes for these diseases
Plaguing young and old, restoring wellbeing
To both humans and animals; yes, some day
Slowly in Peace
Let us take all the long time we need
To wake up from our overdue dreams
Get out of the bed, and stretch our
Limbs as far as possible for a new morning
Let us take all the long time we need
To listen to the first song of the birds
Watch the rise of this summer sun, feel
The breeze combing each tree with tenderness
Let us take all the long time we need
To enjoy being together with our beloved
Exchange a smile so that they can stay with
Us just a few seconds or even minutes longer
Yes, let’s take all the long time we need
To drink this tea, to chat about this weather
To look back at the road we have travelled along
To think, to cry, and to die in lingering twilight
Soft Medium: A Wishful Whim
If, if everyone could
Use love instead of money
As the only medium
Of exchange, who would
Choose to declare bankruptcy
Or rob an old lady right after
She withdraws her hard-saved
Cash? Who would jump
From a tower or bridge
Because of his recent losses
In the stock market? Who would
Go to bed hungry in the heart of
Darkness? Who would rent her body
To a male animal? Who would try to
Accumulate riches at the cost of
His conscience or character? &
Who would kill or start a war?
In particular, who would
Trade his soul with the devil?
Indeed, who would refuse
To exchange love for love?
Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving China. Currently, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include ten Pushcart nominations, eight chapbooks (most recent one being East Idioms [cyberwit.net, 2020]) & publications in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17) & BestNewPoemsOnline, among 1639 others across 44 countries.
Lotus Image & License: Depositphotos_32738103_s-2015
