with you
love was simple
effortless
without doubt
straight
and immediate
that was all
love needed to be
to answer your love
was easy, it was pure
from some place
called the heart
it asked for nothing
but gave everything
and still it is the
same doubtless love
uncomplicated
and has remained
as easy to replied to
as twenty years ago
Tag: poetry
Original poetry and translations of poetry. © Warren M Tang.
cubism
not necessarily blocks
different facets
in view, visible
unnaturally folded
like paper then unfolded
creases can never be uncreased
frozen colours shades shadows
the painter’s shift shown
delineated merged into
something called cubist art
picasso
blue cubic
lovers
unfold easily
creased flesh
of beauty
he knows
how to show
a secret
we now
understand
all too well
Originally published in 2013.
inseparable
you three
are inseparable
as it were
from the very
beginning and until
the very end
as dramatic as it sounds
take away one and the world
will come to an end
a triangle
like no other
their names –
matter
space &
time
Love is not a thing
Love isn’t a thing.
It’s not a
you-either-have-it-
or-you-don’t thing.
It is what you do.
And it is what
someone does to you.
Go do love. Go love.
Go get loved. Be loved.
Then you will understand
what love is. Love is
not a thing.
Just love.
no more love (poems)
to you
it’s the world,
your world,
a kind of
definition
but one day
you will know
it cannot
define you
or even love
(Originally published 22nd November 2013)
lucien freud
they sat for you
waited for you
craved for
your attention
as much as
those numberless
lovers did
that was
your other art —
seduction
and now
they tell their stories
about your genius
and their pains
among other things
(Originally published 14th October 2013)
sand dune
the rain has stopped for you
as you lie there gleaming white
beneath the once more ancient sun
across my wide-field of vision
and people walk all over you
like men in gulliver but still
you lay there lazy
under the strange
grey summer sky of
two thousand thirteen
our day’s trek a daze trek
daughter and son
climb the steepest
part of you while we take
the easy route up
your naked young leg
perfect for black & white art
sexy as the grains
of your worn down
washed up pristine earth
Karate #haiku revised
Children trade punches
As parents trade gossip
In the stifling gym heat
walking with the dog
i walk the path
that many have walked
for a millennium
watched over
by the green life
the network
beneath my soles
the quiet over sphere
the pulsing
under the surface
connecting but
separating us
all at once
led by my dog yet
constrained by my lead
i am now convinced
she knows infinitely more
about the world than me
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