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  153.     

Travel Taiwan Haiku - Sun Moon Lake

Sun Moon Lake
gently, gracefully in the breeze
a chinese painting lesson

Sun Moon Lake
casting their nets over the water
two giant spiders

Sun Moon Lake
gently, gracefully dispenses
a chinese painting lesson

Sun Moon Lake
a scroll of Chinese painting
breeze, hills, water come alive

Sun Moon Lake
the water takes my soul
the mountains my breath

art imitates life?
life imitates art?
the answer echoes
clear in its crystal clear water
Sun Moon Lake

The Sun Moon Lake near Taichung is really a sight to behold. From the Plum Garden you can see the large expanse of the lake and the mountains around. It unfolds water and greenery of the hills around
a scroll of Chinese painting comes alive. It would be a great miss if you visit Taiwan and do not come here to cruise as well as take in the breathtaking view.
 
john tiong chunghoo

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  154.     

Sun, You!

I should explained that my face was burned for a sun
I should explained that my eyes was failing for a sun
I should explained that my back was scarred for a sun
I shpuld explained that my body was festered for a sun
I should explained that my leg was paralyzed for a sun
I should explained that my heart was broken pieces for a sun

Then...
I should explain that the sun is you! !

That you made my face burned of missing you every single minutes
That you made my eyes failed of being freak to love you
That you made my body festered of being hurt hoping you
That you made my leg paralyzed of being tired cathching you in dream
That you made my heart broken pieces of keeping this love seed!


You! ......You! .......You! ........You!
 
dian hayati

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  155.     

From Dawn To Dusk

The tenebrous tiring tipsy night strutted away,
As the sun tarried to commence its dynamic day.
A bluish beam lingered in the air,
But something amidst the bluish beam,
Let out farrago fervour of euphoria.
The sun rose up like an incensed inferno.
The first scarlet rays opened the beautiful buds,
And the rest that shadowed opened my eyes.

The sun raised in the cerulean skilful sky.
And feathered friends flitted high.
Clouds, as if a featherbed,
With scarlet outlines of the sun's rays.
Wrapped up in ethereal liberal light,
The stars in deep dry slumber.
The town's all yellow and ablaze,
After the dismal discordant night.

The sun's all up, barbarous like a ferocious fire.
And since morn, it's gone up higher.
The tree's considerate canopy is a parasol,
But the daylight reflects its hazy hue.
Everything and anything, everyone and anyone,
Is scorched and sweltered!
Felt as though the powers above are in wrath,
Uttering curses through this waspish warmth.

The Sun departed and the ambience changed,
The Sun and stars rearranged.
The Sun sparked off to set now,
Downwards and downwards, seemed like a yellow bowl.
The bluish beam lingered again and awaken were the stars.
The divinity has considerably calmed down, for the waspish warmth decreases!
Awaken like the stars, was the town from siesta!

The Sun had now gone black.
The brightness seems to lack.
Twinkling were the stars,
And the bluish beam from the mesmerising moon.
The day's over and yet the Sun will approach,
To convey another dynamic day.
The moon makes dark, contrary to the Sun.
The buds close and so do some eyes, the town's all lighted now.

The tenebrous tiring tipsy night strutted away,
As the sun tarried to commence its dynamic day.
The sun raised in the cerulean skilful sky,
And feathered friends flitted high.
The Sun's all up, barbarous like a ferocious fire,
And since morn, it's gone up higher.
The Sun departed and the ambience changed,
The Sun and stars rearranged.
The Sun had now gone black,
The brightness seems to lack.
This is how the day lumbers, after night the day the night.
From Dawn to Dusk!
 
Devanshi Khetarpal

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  156.     

The Plough-Hands’ Song

NIGGER mighty happy w’en he layin’ by co’n—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
Nigger mighty happy w’en he year de dinner ho’n—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
En he mo’ happy still w’en de night draws on—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’ des ez sho ’s you bo’n!
En it ’s rise up, Primus! fetch anudder yell:
Dat ole dun cow des a-shakin’ up ’er bell,
En de frogs chunin’ up ’fo de jew done fell:
Good-night, Mr. Killdee! I wish you mighty well!—
Mr. Kildee! I wish you mighty well!—
I wish you mighty well!

De c’on ’ll be ready ’g’inst dumplin’ day,
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
But nigger gotter watch, en stick, en stay,
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
Same ez de bee-martin watchin’ un de jay,
Dat sun ’s a slantin’;
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’ en a-slippin’ away!
Den it ’s rise up, Primus! en gin it t’ um strong:
De cow ’s gwine home wid der ding-dang-dong;
Sling in anudder tech er de ole time song:
Good-night, Mr. Whipperwill! don’t stay long!—
Mr. Whipperwill! don’t stay long!—
Don’t stay long!

De shadders, dey er creepin’ todes de top er de hill,
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
But night don’t ’stroy w’at de day done buil’,
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
’Less de noddin’ er de nigger give de ashcake a chill—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’ en slippin’ down still!
Den sing it out, Primus! des holler en bawl,
En w’ilst we er strippin’ deze mules fer de stall,
Let de gals ketch de soun’ er de plantashun call:
Oh, it ’s good-night, ladies! my love unter you all!—
Ladies! my love unter you all!—
My love unter you all!
 
Joel Chandler Harris

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