Solace and Search
By Kuo-Pen Yung and 戈筆揚
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You probably have never heard:
such sorrowful stories, stunning epics,
suffering loves, stupid logics.
You probably have never learned:
such sordid images, sour musics,
stingy feelings, strange wisdoms.
- Nova Saintsigh, All Fool Babble-n-Boast
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Solace and Search - Kuo-Pen Yung
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Transplants from the Author’s Website
Invitation to Visit My Website
Introduction to My Website
Introductions by My Old Friends
Purpose of My Poetry Page
Here Are My Poems
I . LOOK
The White Cloud Is Gliding
The Last Flower
A Struggling Cockroach
Two Turkeys Are Fighting
II . LAUGH
An Official’s Laugh
My Laugh
Albert’s Law
Laugh My Pants Off
Happy Surgery
III . LOVE
An Encounter
The Recollection
The Dimpled
Talk about Old Capital and Spouse
Letter to a Lucky Guy
Teen Girls and Jeans
What Is Love
Lost Love
Gift Fruit (I)
Gift Fruit (II)
IV . LIKE
To the Girls
The Sweet Earth
Some Spring Submissions
Dream Poem
The Poet’s Tree
Poetry Worm
V . THOUGHT
GORY GLORY
1. The Hero
GORY GLORY
2. The Statue
GORY GLORY
3. What a Difference
GORY GLORY
4. So? or Not So?
GORY GLORY
5. After Words
Talk about the Wonder of Words
Talk about Doomsday
Bad and Good
Happiness and Human-evil
VI . HOPE
To My Coming Child
My Son Goes to School
To My Mentor Christine
To a Friendly Stranger
Can’t You Find Another Method?
For Children’s Sake
A Bag of Pomegranates to the Bride
A Basket of Peaches to the Bridegroom
Letter to the Editors (I)
Letter to the Editors (II)
A Hope to Heaven
A Hope for Humans
The Mighty Smiles
My Treasures Are On Sale
What Is Justice
Every Person Can Be a God *
When the Red Lilies Bloomed
A Poet’s Oh’s and Hopes
Little Alan on the Beach
War No More
VII . HATE
I Don’t Think We’ll Be Sorry
The Chief Reason Is I Hate
What a Frantic Fight
What a Fickle Leader
A Rascal Was Re-elected
Nine-in-One Election
Alas and Ha Ha
National Business
VIII . SIGH
To a Graceful Gal
From a Grateful Guy
Come for a Comparison
Falling Flower and Flowing Water
IX . PHILOSOPHY
Daydream
This is Not a Dream
Peony and Juniper
Heaven and Humans
Redesigned Zodiac Signs
Gods and People
Fathers and Children
Temple in My Heart
Natural Disaster and Human Massacre
Source of Turmoil
Rain and Human
Save Our World Save Our Lives
Righteous Heart and Good Deed
X . FEELING
Trees in the Rain (I)
Trees in the Rain (II)
Summer Sun at Noon
First-Rain Comes in May
Farewells to General Yu and Yang
An Apology to Julie
Japanese Are Coming
I Hold a Seashell near My Ear
The 2008 Sichuan Earthquake
The 2008 Beijing Olympic Game
Winter Night
Spring Morning
His Name Is Ciccio
Wife of Crime
Poem on a Rainy Night
Poem on a Rainy Night
Apricot Blossom
Sour Grape and Sweet Grave
Why Do Not
XI . SEX
Do You Think I’d Like Her?
Do You Think I’d Let Her?
Stupid Marriage
Excessive Sex
XII . MYSELF
A Small Flower
The Strange Globe
Wandering Folk
In the Poet's Belly
Tree and Flower
Aloe Vera and Rotten Mouth
Jet Lag
Look Long and Talk Loud
Five Photos for the Queen *
A Verse-Cake
XIII . WONDER
The Starry Night
A Strange Bird
Leaders and People
Marriage and Sex
Happy Second Birthday of Second Life
Happy Centenarian Birthday
Let’s Look at the Ocean
Why We? How We?
XIV . SORROW
A Spring Outing
An Autumn Meeting
The Escape
The Sacrifice
After Words
My Soul Is Already Away
Do You Allow Me?
An Elegy for Aunty Yi-Ming
An Eulogy for Uncle Ze-ching
High as Mountains Deep as Oceans
Blue Sky and Yellow Flowers
The Pain of Dependent Parents
A Letter to Lesnor
Talk with a Friend (I)
Talk with a Friend (II)
A Mother-day Card
On Father’s Day to My Father
Great Grace and Bloody Blubbering
Forgive and Cultivate Wisdom
Meet My Life-Saver in Siesta
I Crashed My Car
We Lost Our Trees
Pick up Our Spears
What a Tragic Trade
A Man Left His Woman
A Woman Left Her Man
He and She
She and He
She and They
They and They
He and It
Mother and Daughter
Teaching
Love Seeking
Poor Dog
Precious Poems
An Autumn Sentiment
Flower Dream
Country and House
The Present of Pest
The Winner
Six Friends Break Prison
XV . SEARCH
Children Laughing
The Blue Mountain
Really Real
Seek Perfection
Keep Sweeping
Move High
Enjoy Fly
XVI . DELIGHT
Someone Is Whistling
The Crisp Morning Hurry
Success of the Third Plenary Session
Reconciliation
Carpe Diem
A Gain at Year’s End
The Enjoyment
The Thanks
EPILOGUE
Please Don’t Laugh
Let Us Rejoice
APPENDIX
If you like
Join Is a Joy
Giving Is a Blessing
Transplants from the Author’s Website
Invitation to Visit My Website
Only if we have the lot and luck
might gather under one roof
Welcome to my humble home
to read my precious poems
Are you another dumb nerd
or basically a poor boob
Too many boring versers
tried to bait and hook
Please first take a seat
then take a cup of tea
I like some cool coffee
or Coca-cola or Pepsi
How about a cold beer
besides some hot booze
Anything is hot and sweet
They can’t be readily brooded
Feel free to bring this poem back home
You can use it as a cup to serve drink
or as a vase to boost flowers to bloom
Introduction to My Website
This is a poetry website which is very queer
It is built by a poetaster who is very weird
You may read it with laughter and tears
Or may raid it with slashes and sneers
The owner of this corner is actually a Chinese nerd
He uses English words to write his Chinese work
Some are truly awkward and really absurd
Many are half-cooked and harshly-flavored
If you are willing to savor its strange sapor
please take a seat then read it with care
or take a taste then kick him with curse
Please visit often for changes and updates
Do not forget to bookmark this page
Thank you for your visits and tastes
08/06/2011
This is the author’s website for his English verses
www.PoetryPoem.com/kuopenyung
This is the author’s website for his Chinese verses
www.blog.udn.com/Y282686
Welcome to be their visitors
Introductions by My Old Friends
Hello!
World Folks!
You probably have never read:
such stylish stories, striking epics,
steaming loves, stupid logics.
You probably have never witnessed:
such splendid pictures, spiritual musics,
stimulating feelings, strange wisdoms.
You probably will:
applaud your palms bruised, cry your hearts out,
grit your teeth broken, laugh your jaws off.
Simon Saintsigh, Real Fool Babble-n-Boast
Please hurry to hug, dig, but not hurtle them.
They are prime and pricy with pride, though no yet prize.
Shirley Shakespirit, None Neo Tonic-n-Taste
Purpose of My Poetry Page
Welcome
Dear Madam and Sir
for your coming here
to be my reader and commenter
Many thanks
for not being a scorner
about my literary errors
and willing to endure my odor
However
let out not laughter
for anything here is absurd
It is a work of our ludicrous world
Moreover
conceal your tears
They can’t make things better
Blame all of those cruel evildoers
Is it right
Ever wondered why
Can’t the wrongness be rectified
Cannot things are foolish become wise
Let us all rise
Tell people what is right
Establish justice eradicate vice
Pervade peace and prosperity worldwide
There is another thing more fertile and vital
The pursuing for a higher and happier level of life
Here Are My Poems
Here are
My poems
Some are boiling
Some are cold
Some are boring
Some are bold
Some are bogus
Some are true
Some boast
Some rue
Some are sweet
Some are sour
Some spicy
Some sore
Some are colorful
Some are cool
Some sorrowful
Some stool
Sweeties And Smarties
THERE ARE MORE
08/06/2011
I . LOOK
Look with our eyes closely closed,
So we can see more clearly.
Look with our eyes loosely closed,
So we can’t be more crazy.
The White Cloud Is Gliding
Ah! What a wide white clouds is gliding!
Down the super high mountain!
Very, very slow,
very slow.
Like a colossal but calm cataract!
Or a great glacier!?
Like cotton?
Or snow?
"Why do you climb up?
And glide down?
Up so high!
Down so low?
"How can you
be so massive?
Magnificent!
So beautiful!
Peaceful also?"
"……………..
..................…"
"……………..
……………."
Walking on the same way,
going to my factory,
for more than forty years,
almost every day.
This is the only time I’ve ever saw
such a colossal white clouds,
so quietly gliding down
the South Dawu Mountain,
in Taiwan’s southern region.
A rare opportunity.
A really spectacular view!
of a proper combination
of huge clouds and rising wind.
No camera at the time,
so photo it with a poem.
* * *
What a wonderful imagination
to combine a photo and a poem?
What a wonderful combination
to image a photo from a poem?
A picture is better than a thousand words.
A thousand words can be better than a picture.
Would you please try to savor this verse,
and see what kind of a picture can you produce?
This poem is translated into Chinese by the author:
Entitled 白雲下高山.
Printed on戈筆揚著, 撫惻與探索page 8
The Last Flower
A stem of red chrysanthemum
(perhaps it’s really a purple daisy)
which is comparatively more vivid,
(maybe it’s merely not very fady)
has been once more selected
to adorn the green china vase,
once again closely placed
beside the blue lamp shade.
While its variant companions
(together for several days)
wither under the moonlight,
quiver in the cold breeze,
perish in the garbage dump,
decay with dirty waste;
outside the open window,
at a side of the dirt street.
The vase’s waist is long:
too long for this species, short and slight.
And its mouth is wide:
too wide for a single piece to keep upright.
The flower has to stretch her leg,
to fasten her foot at one point of the vase’s belly.
She has to strain her spine,
to brace her body at one side of its neck.
Her back is against the lamp,
trunk terribly crooked.
Her head is away from the light,
eyes tightly closed.
Is it because she dislikes the lamp,
or fears the light?
Is it because she feels sad,
or feels tired?
She is half sleeping
when I first look at her.
She becomes half conscious
as I continue looking at her.
She is frightened and awakened
when I try to straighten her.
She starts to gasp and tremble
as I blow and sniff at her.
When I stop looking at her,
once more she bows her head.
While I resume my work,
again she closes her eyes.
Once more I stop writing,
shake my head, softly sigh;
then I reach out a finger
to touch her chin, lift her head.
One, two, three, four, five.
She has five blossoms open:
three are larger, in full blooms;
two are smaller, somewhat broken.
One, two, three, four? five?
She has three little buds:
two with slightly red tips,
one but a small green stud.
I tilt the lampshade
to reveal her original color.
I take up the lamp stand,
to make the light angle proper.
I see her pistils are yellow,
still vividly golden bright,
but some are pale and wilting,
some are brown and dried.
I see her petals are red,
or a kind of purplish scarlet,
but some are pink and withering,
some are crumpled and violet.
Putting down the lamp,
pushing my paper aside,
I lean back, look in the room;
then look at the sky and outside.
All is quiet,
and all is silent.
Soon l feel cold,
also lonely and sullen.
My eyes return to the flower,
the flower now is also quiet.
Suddenly a flurry comes through the window!
She is startled -- shudders and shivers slightly.
One of the blooms shamefully lowers her eyes.
Another one gratefully bows her head.
Why do they so react?
One of the blooms forcefully turns her face.
Another one loftily lifts her head.
They are hurting their necks!
The green bud pricks her ears.
She listens curiously.
She seems devout.
A red bud opens her eyes.
She stares furiously.
She seems defiant!
The third bud tilts her head.
She tilts … skeptically.
She looks hostile.
Another bloom cocks her eyes.
She cocks … scornfully.
She looks horrible!
One blossom faintly nods her head.
One feebly wobbles her head.
She tries to smile.
She tries to smirk.
One crazily shakes her head.
Two quirkily jerk their heads.
Some, snort.
Some, snicker.
Two straighten up to laugh!
I hear some one loudly sign.
Some bow their heads to weep.
One raises her fists to cry!
They all weep and laugh.
All laugh and cry.
They all scream and laugh!
All cry and cry!!!
This poem is translated into Chinese by the author:
Entitled 殘 花.
Printed on戈筆揚著, 撫惻與探索page 10
A Struggling Cockroach
I saw a rather big cockroach
in a very busy restroom,
lying with its legs in the air
on the filthy floor.
It strived and struggled,
exerted, endeavored,
but couldn’t get up
or turn over.
I saw it strive there
in the morning,
exert there
at noon.
Still struggling!
In the evening!
When I last went
to that room.
Translated into Chinese by the author:
Entitled 掙扎的蟑螂.
Printed on戈筆揚著, 撫惻與探索page 14
Two Turkeys Are Fighting
Two turkeys are fighting at roadside.
Many people are passing by.
Some people stop to watch them.
No one wants to stop them.
They thrust up their snoods and beaks,
strain their necks and legs.
They wag their heads in even beats,
move their feet in rapid steps.
They chirp and step.
They wag and snap.
One catches the other’s caruncle head,
twists him with all his might,
makes his head awry.
The other one shakes him off,
pecks his enemy madly,
seals his one-side eye.
More people stop to watch.
More people still pass by.
One snaps the other’s flap snood,
presses his head low,
twists his neck crooked.
The other pulls himself away,
counter-attacks furiously,
tears open his wattle throat.
Many people frown their brows.
Many watch with much delight.
Now they are tired.
So they rest a while.
Flaunt their feathers.
Circle to show might.
Once more they face each other
and curse with gobbles.
Once again they charge
and engage to fight.
They snap and wag.
They snatch and drag.
One flaps his wings helplessly
and gasps with closed eyes.
One pushes the other comically
and toddles with dizzy head.
Blood on their beaks,
blood on their heads,
blood on their backs,
blood on their necks.
Blood on the ground,
spattered around.
Feathers on the ground,
flying around.
Still they bite.
Further they fight.
Some people still come,
stick their heads to look.
Some people back out,
wave hands and go.
They turn.
They lurch.
They step.
They stagger.
They chirp.
They flap.
They gobble.
They gasp.
More people pass.
No one stops.
All observers
shake heads and disperse.
Two fighters
cock heads and stare ….
Translated into Chinese by the author:
Entitled 兩隻火雞在路旁鬪.
Printed on戈筆揚著, 撫惻與探索page 15
II . LAUGH
Laughing
can be an:
enjoyable thing,
regrettable thing,
horrible thing,
laughable thing.
Translated into Chinese by the author:
Entitled: 笑.
Printed on戈筆揚著, 撫惻與探索page 18
An Official’s Laugh
For those who are above me,
for my superiors,
likewise I should be
a good inferior.
Maybe I should
more grudgelessly offer.
Mostly I would
further shamelessly flatter.
I can’t know whether
they like or dislike it.
I don’t care how I am
disgusted -- detest it!
I’d follow the manner
without any honor.
I’d pursue my purpose
with enormous effort.
It’s because I also desire authority,
I too love and require money.
I need them to nurture my mistresses,
to win honor to my family.
That’s the only way I can approach,
then to snatch and catch them;
yet the only way I can firmly hold,
then freely handle them!
I’d honor my bosses as gods,
be subservient as a dog or servant;
hold out my highest homage,
submit my servilest service.
Wag my tail to entice their glance.
Roll on my back to get their praise and pats.
Kiss their hands to beg for errands.
Bring them slippers to earn bones and scraps.
Let them pull me by my ears,
sometimes spit in my face.
Let them hit me on the head,
or kick me in the ass!
Hear them talk nonsense.
Watch them commit sins.
Listen to their orders through their noses.
Read their directions by their chins.
Yes, sir.
You’re right.
You’re all mighty.
You’re all wise!
Yes, sir.
I’ll do it right,
with much delight,
with all my might!
However, they’re not gods.
Anyway, they’re still men.
It’s not that they’re big so they’re divine.
The bigger they are, the more inhuman!
They too are dogs.
They too are servants.
Only they belong to some bigger bosses,
obliged to attend some meaner errands.
They’d wash their masters’ pots,
wash their mistresses’ lingerie;
blink their eyes, sniff their noses,
and declare, ‘They’re lovely!’
They’d lick their masters’ feet,
lick their mistresses’ seats;
cock their heads, smack their lips,
and proclaim, ‘They are great!’
Every day after those plays:
those ironic, bitter plays;
I the actor, also the spectator,
trudge back, tired and late.
My heart is mortally sick,
body is limply weak.
My belly constricts with nausea,
head splits with ache.
Feebly I clamber onto my big bed,
still wearing my shoes and hat,
lie there for quite a long time,
utterly silent and