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Preface*.\u00a0Campus\u2019s Ode to Tomorrow<\/a><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

As new leaves unfurl and grow,
\nA towering palace greets birds in tow.
\nThe sky enfolds spring’s gentle trace,
\nWelcoming a world with a tender glow.<\/p>\n

Love surrounds, and fears abate,
\nOur hearts and minds can liberate.
\nThough yesterday’s shore beacons recede,
\nHope’s beacon in our hearts won’t be swayed.<\/p>\n

From dreamy realms to lands we ferry,
\nClouds descend, the weary to carry.
\nMelting ice from the promised shore,
\nBlooming flowers in peace, a scene so merry.<\/p>\n

I cherish the wind, so boundless and free,
\nRoaming the earth, without dread or decree.
\nA companion to all, the wind does enthrall,
\nEmbraced by the land, it dances with glee.<\/p>\n

As stars claim the night, and all come to rest,
\nIn quiet repose, we hope for the best.
\nNostalgic wings carry dreams far and near,
\nOur destination, a tomorrow to quest.<\/p>\n

Ivan Zhanhu Feng
\n3\/15\/2023
\nAt UCLA Campus<\/p>\n

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XXXIV. Plaza\u2019s Gift<\/strong><\/p>\n

Yesterday\u2019s dream infiltrates,
\nThe last gifts falling from time\u2019s gaps.
\nMemories of fog arise,
\nCalling the starlight of tomorrow.<\/p>\n

Infinite snow twinkles afar,
\nIn the evergreen sky of solitude.
\nA free dark night wanders near,
\nColorful trees bearing blooms of childhood.<\/p>\n

Like the moon, there must be one,
\nFamiliar spirit gleaming in the spotlight.
\nWhere the warmest grace beckons a dream,
\nBlooming peace of winter\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

When eventide\u2019s echoes call,
\nThe land\u2019s fantasies are going home.
\nWrapping the first trace of music,
\nGolden fragrance has filled the breeze\u2019s sky.<\/p>\n

New Year\u2019s Eve, 2023
\nAt Jerry Moss Plaza<\/p>\n

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XXXIII. Do you remember?<\/strong><\/p>\n

At the crossroads of the two pasts,
\nRests a warrior awakening,
\nWith the brightest star.<\/p>\n

In this land\u2019s beckoning grace,
\nMoonlight\u2019s last beam shining,
\nAwaiting the lost breeze\u2019s delight.<\/p>\n

Grand emptiness swirling,
\nDispersing an ethereal melody,
\nEmbracing the eternal tolerance.<\/p>\n

Dec 31, 2023
\nAt the Conrad Los Angeles Hotel<\/p>\n

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XXXII. To the Moon<\/strong><\/p>\n

Walking in phantasy
\nNature is blending the trail
\nIt\u2019s been a year
\nI\u2019m still wandering to the moon<\/p>\n

The sunshine has been entirely blocked
\nYet the trail has never ended
\nEvery step is a miracle
\nAs if walking in a dream\u2019s sky
\nThe town and the world have surrendered
\nMore sinuous and steeper
\nAbsorbing the mysterious moonlight
\nFinding the lighthouse
\nCarrying a touch of the gentle breeze<\/p>\n

Trapped at a summit
\nWhere there are no paths
\nInto the uncertain realm
\nWith stars glowing above
\nThe destination still beckoning
\nWhatever leads me to the darkest space<\/p>\n

When the moon sends a beam of consolation
\nFighting the trap, finding the trail
\nWith a sense of connection
\nYet lost in the world\u2019s maze
\nIs the moon still guiding me?
\nThrough the shadow of trees
\nI behold the eternal light once more<\/p>\n

Christmas Day, 2023
\nAt Griffith Park, Los Feliz<\/p>\n

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XXXI. Moonlight of Christmas<\/strong><\/p>\n

The moonlight of Christmas quickly lightened the land,
\nLike a dream wandering in the sky.
\nEvery beam is singing the most tolerant mirth,
\nRushing toward the promised shore where dreams find.<\/p>\n

Is that the same dream beckoning from the past?
\nA luxurious rebellion is awakening.
\nAre they still lost in the enchanted town?
\nSolitude hibernating, moments of grace linger.<\/p>\n

Walking through the tunnel, a union stands.
\nTo the unknown, fragrance rises.
\nThe same palace gleams with different lights,
\nFading to the breeze, sweeping to the skies.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s already dusk again, on the holy eve.
\nDarkness falls from moonlight\u2019s embrace.
\nNocturne\u2018s hope echoes through serenity,
\nAwaiting our renewed dawning.<\/p>\n

Christmas Eve, 2023
\nAt the Westin-Bonaventure Hotel<\/p>\n

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XXX. In Memory of Professor Robert Sacker<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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No more, will I ever see your amiable face.
\nNo more, can I ever hear your caring voice.
\nA shadow gradually walked away,
\nUntil the silent land that I can\u2019t reach.<\/p>\n

Every time I remember you,
\nStars glowing in the sea of hearts.
\nTornados swirling from the direction of past,
\nBattling warm memories guarded by a dream.<\/p>\n

Like the pine in the valley\u2019s darkness,
\nFighting the altering tides and seasons.
\nA moment of eternity, over six decades,
\nProudly standing, a passion never faded.<\/p>\n

As a meteor lightening the tapestry of night,
\nFlowing rivers carry its glow to the sea.
\nFlowers bathed in moonlight\u2019s silence,
\nGently farewelling yesterday\u2019s embrace.<\/p>\n

Ivan Zhanhu Feng
\nDec 24, 2023<\/p>\n

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XXIX. Nocturne\u2019s Secret<\/strong><\/p>\n

When summer leaves whisper a secret,
\nThey awaken the stars in my heart.
\nWhen winter rains dance in dreamy songs,
\nWhy do they have to drift apart?<\/p>\n

Every night, a figure appears in my dream,
\nAs if a memory from the long-lost past.
\nThere the river reflects the moon\u2019s blemish.
\nWherever you are, connections will last.<\/p>\n

A lark calls for the morning glory,
\nWith a childlike purity and desire.
\nFlowers unfold the most beautiful rhyme,
\nWhat a shame they can\u2019t be together!<\/p>\n

How did you tempt the heart of mine?
\nAt the most enchanting moment of grace.
\nA wall stands, diverging eager paths.
\nYet innocent memories stay, time will never erase.<\/p>\n

Dec 23, 2023
\nAt Fairmont Apt, LA<\/p>\n

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XXVIII. When there\u2019s laughter, there\u2019s hope.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Far away, there\u2019s laughter,
\nAs if from yesterday, as if from a dream.
\nRemember, echoes from the end of a destination.
\nThe world has found its home.<\/p>\n

Ribbon rising, journey pausing,
\nSnow trapped in darkness,
\nThey are parallel, swaying in fantasy.<\/p>\n

Paths entwined, nostalgia split,
\nYet the song still flies over Yesterday Garden.
\nCarefree clouds are awaiting their lost twilight.<\/p>\n

Dec 17, 2023
\nAt \u200e\u2068Burns (Robert L.) Park\u2069<\/p>\n

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XXVII. Like a Sigh<\/strong><\/p>\n

Like a sigh from the past,
\nA trace of memories sleeps so aghast.
\nIs it yesterday\u2019s dream gleaming afar?
\nEchoes of love awakened a dreamlike star.<\/p>\n

Let there always be thankful light.
\nUnfurling the memories glimmering in the night.
\nGentle Breezes still holding mirth,
\nUniting the auroras across the earth.<\/p>\n

Thanksgiving night, 2023
\nAt Edison Trails Park, Monterey Park<\/p>\n

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XXVI*. Thanksgiving Trilogy (Villanelle)\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

(i)<\/p>\n

Underneath the holiday sphere\u2019s bright gaze,
\nThrough beckoning streets we find our cheer,
\nWhere Thanksgiving magic sets the night ablaze.<\/p>\n

Past shops where lights and laughter interlace,
\nA giant ribbon wraps the season dear,
\nUnderneath the holiday sphere\u2019s bright gaze.<\/p>\n

The tree adorned with baubles marks the space,
\nA gathering of joy, year after year,
\nWhere Thanksgiving magic sets the night ablaze.<\/p>\n

The urban pulse unlocks a softer pace,
\nAs Yuletide\u2019s spirit draws us ever near,
\nUnderneath the holiday sphere\u2019s bright gaze.<\/p>\n

Though nightfall drapes its velvety case,
\nThe shimmering d\u00e9cor denies the dusk\u2019s premier.
\nWhere Thanksgiving magic sets the night ablaze.<\/p>\n

Let us in this moment sweetly laze,
\nAnd hold the urban festive heart endear,
\nUnderneath the holiday sphere\u2019s bright gaze,
\nWhere Thanksgiving magic sets the night ablaze.<\/p>\n

Nov 22, 2023
\nAt FlGat7th Shopping Center, DTLA<\/p>\n

(ii)<\/p>\n

In MacArthur’s realm where memories gently sleep,
\nBeside calm waters reflecting skies so grand,
\nThere lies a whisper of times both sweet and deep.<\/p>\n

A half-turn round the sun, the seasons keep
\nTheir silent change, yet hearts can understand,
\nIn MacArthur’s realm where memories gently sleep.<\/p>\n

The gulls that soared, the shadows long and steep,
\nEcho a yearning for that same bright strand,
\nThere lies a whisper of times both sweet and deep.<\/p>\n

Nostalgia\u2019s touch, still so tender yet steep,
\nFor every laugh, each moment that was planned,
\nIn MacArthur’s realm where memories gently sleep.<\/p>\n

The city’s hum, a lullaby to weep,
\nFor days gone by, for the past’s soft demand,
\nThere lies a whisper of times both sweet and deep.<\/p>\n

Thanksgiving comes, and though we may not leap,
\nWe feel the pulse of nature’s timeless hand,
\nIn MacArthur’s realm where memories gently sleep,
\nThere lies a whisper of times both sweet and deep.<\/p>\n

Nov 23, 2023
\nAt MacArthur Park, Westlake<\/p>\n

(iii)<\/p>\n

In silence ‘neath the tower’s ghostly gleam,
\nI walk the trails where laughter once did flow,
\nEntwined with shadows of a vanished dream.<\/p>\n

The echoes of the past, a whispered scream,
\nWhere friends and festal lights once cast their glow,
\nIn silence ‘neath the tower’s ghostly gleam.<\/p>\n

Nightingale’s voice, a distant, fading beam,
\nThrough time’s relentless march, a softened blow,
\nEntwined with shadows of a vanished dream.<\/p>\n

The clasp of hands, the shared hopes that did teem,
\nNow lost like whispers of the winter’s snow,
\nIn silence ‘neath the tower’s ghostly gleam.<\/p>\n

The joy of union, a forgotten theme,
\nReplaced by nostalgia’s unyielding tow,
\nEntwined with shadows of a vanished dream.<\/p>\n

And here I stand, where past and present seam,
\nThe heart recalls, though faces cease to show,
\nIn silence ‘neath the tower’s ghostly gleam,
\nEntwined with shadows of a vanished dream.<\/p>\n

Nov 23, 2023
\nAt Edison Trails Park, Monterey Park<\/p>\n

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XXV. Halloween Nocturne<\/strong><\/a>
\n\u2014 In Response to a Student\u2019s Poem for Me<\/strong><\/p>\n

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When calculus and dreams intertwine,
\nA rainbow subtly touches the sunshine.
\nThe afternoon\u2019s sun, why are you shining so bright?
\nLike a canvas where grace and sentiment align.<\/p>\n

Breezes are sweeping leaves of gloom,
\nEchoing connections composed of graceful bloom.
\nAll Hallows\u2019 Eve, what lingers still in a ray of hope?
\nLove unleashed free in a cosmic flume.<\/p>\n

As the lofty dark falls to dream\u2019s foresight,
\nEvery shadow of echoes sleeps so tight.
\nWandering in the unknown, two souls resonate.
\nRebellious wings arise under fate\u2019s twilight.<\/p>\n

In our KAP hall filled with joy and love,
\nHearts take flight as stars repose above.
\nNumbers\u2019 dance ensues, through nocturnal embrace,
\nAwaiting dawn\u2019s call for the carefree dove.<\/p>\n

Your Math 226 TA,
\nIvan Zhanhu Feng<\/p>\n

Halloween night, 2023
\nAt Fairmont Apt, LA<\/p>\n

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XXIV*. The Math 226 Trilogy<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

(i) A Post-Midterm Ode to My Students<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

In the quiet space where hopes intertwine,
\nCalculus III unfolds, line by line.
\nVectors, with direction, life\u2019s guiding thread,
\nPointing us forward, to where dreams are led.<\/p>\n

When dot products merge, two journeys unite,
\nEchoing connections, with pure-hearted might.
\nFinding cross product, the plane\u2019s north star,
\nRising as normals, guiding near and far.<\/p>\n

Clairaut whispers, mixed partials\u2019 dance,
\nIn harmony they stand, as aspirations enhance.
\nCurves unveil tales, where destiny sighs,
\nParallel to life, with lows and highs.<\/p>\n

Walking through a night, when stars are lost in blue,
\nWe\u2019re here with you, with a love forever true.
\nThough tests are daunting, they can\u2019t bring you down,
\nFor you\u2019re talented, with a spirit that won\u2019t drown.<\/p>\n

In the quiet aftermath of midterm\u2019s night,
\nYour efforts and dreams shine so bright.
\nMuch more than a grade, it\u2019s the spirit I see,
\nIn each one of you, a future bursting with glee.<\/p>\n

Your friend in time of need,
\nIvan<\/p>\n

Oct 2, 2023<\/p>\n

(ii) An All Hallows\u2019 Eve Calculation<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the chamber of calculus, on this All Hallows\u2019 Eve,
\nWhere equations are spells, and theorems deceive.
\nVector fields dance in a nocturnal array,
\nChanting, \u201cGreen\u2019s Theorem will show us the way!\u201d<\/p>\n

A Lagrange multiplier, stern yet sublime,
\nWatches over maxima, arresting their climb.
\nAs double integrals haunt like ghosts in the mist,
\nRemember, my scholars, they\u2019re solved with a twist.<\/p>\n

May Friday\u2019s ink bring forth answers divinely true.
\nHappy Halloween; may good fortune ensue.
\nThis evening of pumpkins, candy, and fright,
\nEchoes with wishes for exams you\u2019ll ace outright.<\/p>\n

Oct 31, 2023<\/p>\n

(iii) A Sonnet for Calc 3 Scholars<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

(Notes link)<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

As Calculus\u2019s dreams ensue, gradients subtly arise,
\nLike unruly signposts, they point the steepest way.
\nDirectional derivatives gently apprise,
\nIlluminating paths where maxima lay.<\/p>\n

Yet saddle points may loom, a shadow cast,
\nBy second derivatives we seek to know.
\nFear not, for they swiftly shall be passed,
\nNew peaks await where D is greater than zero.<\/p>\n

Constraints, Lagrange\u2019s sighs, may yet bind our stride,
\nNo matter how constrained, the optimal we\u2019ll find.
\nLike rivers flowing with an unseen guide,
\nWe shall reach the sea, our dreams entwined.<\/p>\n

Through Green\u2019s serenade, line turns to double\u2019s grace,
\nUnifying diverging paths, where stars and love embrace.<\/p>\n

Nov 3, 2023<\/p>\n

(iii+)\u00a0A Final Calculus Poem for My Students<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

In the gentle embrace of calculus’s call,
\nWe wandered together, through spring and fall.
\nNow as the final formula’s echo departs,
\nCongrats on mastering calculus arts!<\/p>\n

In this final chapter, as we part ways,
\nI cherish the memories, like sunlit days.
\nThough we bid farewell, our paths entwined,
\nIn the world’s great mosaic, beautifully aligned.<\/p>\n

In life’s vast canvas, paint your story bold,
\nIn strokes of courage, in hues of gold.
\nIn my<\/span> heart, you’ll always have a place,
\nA chapter of grace, time can’t erase.<\/p>\n

You’re not just students, but<\/span> stars<\/span> in my<\/span> sky,
\nShining brightly, as time passes by.
\nIn this bittersweet parting’s embrace,
\nYou’ve touched my<\/span> soul, a feeling I’ll forever chase.<\/p>\n

In the calculus of life, may you find your way,
\nWith the knowledge and memories that always stay.
\nWith dreams as your compass, and love as your light,
\nIn the tapestry of time, you’ll shine forever bright!<\/p>\n

Your friend in time of need,
\nIvan<\/p>\n

Nov 31, 2023<\/p>\n

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XXIII*. <\/strong>A Birthday Sonnet for Jonathan<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

\"\"(Photo by Anna Sajan at Jonathan\u2019s house 2023)<\/p>\n

Awakened in a garden of yore\u2019s embrace,
\nThe nightingale sings a ballad, pure and prime.
\nGolden horizons herald a fresh grace,
\nStars from yesteryear, softly they chime.<\/p>\n

Candles flicker, casting myths of old,
\nWhispering of days filled with mirth.
\nGifts wrapped in tales, in hues of gold,
\nCelebrate the day, his cherished birth.<\/p>\n

Amidst rolling memories, legends are spun,
\nOf joy, challenges, and triumphant song.
\nEach birthday candle, lit by morning\u2019s sun,
\nMarks victories, grand and strong.<\/p>\n

In the dance of morning, atop life\u2019s slope,
\nCheers to Jonathan, and his endless hope.<\/p>\n

September 30, 2023
\nAt Fairmont Apts.<\/p>\n

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XXII. Coastal Symphony<\/strong><\/p>\n

Climbing a mountain
\nLost in the old fountain
\nThough no dreams will be set free
\nThe soldier must still reach the sea
\nLong-lost sanctuary
\nBirds without boundaries are so merry
\nSunset is guiding consolation
\nGolden lark in shining isolation
\nThe past beacon appeared once more
\nKnocking at the shore’s front door
\nNever again will the cloud be seen
\nRolling sands refreshing the dreamy scene
\nTimeless waves are still chasing the shore
\nUntil their last force is stemmed by the floor
\nDon’t take away the pride of the dream from the beach
\nA dreamy sunrise, the seagull will always reach
\nWhen will the sailing ship be back?
\nSongs of yore have never yet cracked
\nYonder lights didn’t get tired of shining with mirth
\nPeaceful breezes sending wishes to the dreams’ birth<\/p>\n

8\/19\/2022
\nAt Manhattan Beach, Marina del Rey<\/p>\n

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XXI. Dreamy Beacon<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dream glides through a bridge of yesterday
\nEndless tides are waiting for peace of the shore
\nRolling mountains stand and watch their legend
\nUncertain land is writing stories in a dream<\/p>\n

Look at the valley of intoxication
\nDetached sky sending quivering winds down
\nHow pure is the rainbow from the seagull\u2019s heart
\nInnocent clouds accentuate quiet optimism<\/p>\n

Fly in a firmament with unruly candlelight
\nAs sunset hues disperse the rainbow\u2019s charm
\nLike a serenade, a warrior\u2019s footsteps strand
\nRolling leaves awakening the beacon of promises<\/p>\n

Land of tomorrow, take to the skies
\nTwilight of memories finding garden of Proteus
\nYonder tales unfold, find their beacon
\nMoments are wild, rushing to the shore of Triton<\/p>\n

Aug 18, 2023
\nAt HSC campus<\/p>\n

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XX. Reading Flowing Years<\/strong><\/p>\n

Under a lamp,
\nI open a book.
\nWords greeting sunset,
\nStars\u2019 eyes glow.<\/p>\n

Closing my eyes,
\nI sit still.
\nBreezes turning pages,
\nA moment of poise stays.<\/p>\n

A simple song plays,
\nCups undulating liberty.
\nVapor surges to the past,
\nAwakening unfettered grit.<\/p>\n

Under the lamp,
\nI flip the pages gently.
\nWords flowing nostalgia,
\nStars sleep tight.<\/p>\n

July 31, 2023
\nAt Fairmont Apts.<\/p>\n

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XIX. <\/strong>Resting Seagull<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

Where dark sands roll,
\nWaves sweep the drowsy goal.
\nA warrior seagull rests,
\nLooking for his soul.<\/p>\n

Black world stands,
\nStars his bands.
\nSinging out hope,
\nOminous will strands.<\/p>\n

Waves chase the shore,
\nAwaiting the seagull\u2019s soar.
\nConquering the black unknown,
\nHe\u2019ll rise once more.<\/p>\n

July 10, 2023
\nAt USC Village<\/p>\n

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XVIII. Nocturne\u2019s Lament<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Hark! The bird has lost the strength to fly.
\nIn a realm filled with the foolish,
\nIn a sky composed of disguise,
\nDwindling wings fall, trapped in the bluish.<\/p>\n

A child of the eventide,
\nDestined to the winter,
\nI love the eyes of starlight,
\nChasing shadows of ember.<\/p>\n

Have you found the vast eternity?
\nRemote figures dance like echoes of glee.
\nHave you risen from the uncertain destiny?
\nBut hold on, just wait for me.<\/p>\n

Hark! Darkness is claiming the sky,
\nEager to recur its elapsed lament.
\nThe bird is trilling in serenity,
\nWaiting for his moonlight\u2019s advent.<\/p>\n

Jun 30, 2023
\nAt USC Village<\/p>\n

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XVII*. Echoes of ‘Lost in Los Angeles’: A Year’s Reverie<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the march of years, I’ve strived to see,
\nHow swift the stream of time can fleet.
\nOne year since I set inked thoughts free,
\nPenned “Lost in Los Angeles” on this street.<\/p>\n

It feels mere days since ink has flown,
\nWitness to the altering tide.
\nFrom youthful dreams where imaginations have grown,
\nTo a rebellious doer with fearless stride.<\/p>\n

I, unaltered, harbor an everlasting zest,
\nIn heart a rebel, with dreams so wild.
\nOf a sober mind, I’m passing the test,
\nAn untamed spirit, freedom’s proud child.<\/p>\n

Still, hopes vast and pure embark,
\nTo love, unruly belief forever at heart.<\/p>\n

Jun 25, 2023
\nOn South Flower St, LA<\/p>\n

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XVI*. A Father’s Day Sonnet for Dad<\/strong><\/p>\n

Where eagle wings hold up the sky so grand,
\nA zephyr stirs on heart’s sea, soft and light.
\nWhispering through trees, they embrace the land,
\nGuided by the moon, they brighten the night.<\/p>\n

The mighty pines, steadfast in epoch’s blow,
\nUnfurl the tale of strength that time imparts.
\nA river’s journey, love’s enduring flow,
\nMirrors in golden sunrise, uniting hearts.<\/p>\n

Memories whisper in the stillness of night,
A silhouette, carved by mountains’ solemn grace.
Faith gleams, even in shadow’s blight,
With morning’s first light, hope shows its face.<\/p>\n

Where sky meets sea, under the eagle’s trace,
\nEchoes of love, bathed in the sun’s eternal embrace.<\/p>\n

6\/18\/2023
\nAt Fairmont Apt.<\/p>\n

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XV. Awaken in Los Angeles<\/a>
\n<\/strong>(A poetic tribute, this poem carries on the lost echoes of ‘Lost in Los Angeles’ from last summer.)<\/p>\n

Are you lost?
\nI’ve been back to the land.
\nDid you see the brightest star’s light?
\nIt’s a beckoning sky, all right.<\/p>\n

Are you lost?
\nBustling town with endless plights,
\nNameless flowers blooming restless sights,
\nIn their aroma all fantasies strand.<\/p>\n

Are you lost?
\nTolerant palace is standing tight.
\nColorful trees stowing memories ahead,
\nNoisy bonfire disturbs the cunning night.<\/p>\n

Are you lost?
\nThere’s a dreamy path to tread.
\nIf you’ve strayed from your way,
\nWhy aren’t you enticed by the unknown’s stead?<\/p>\n

Are you lost?
\nMelting breezes soaking faux delight,
\nSerenading tender hearts with no dread,
\nLet the most valiant spirit stay nigh.<\/p>\n

Are you lost?
\nWhen you walk through the night,
\nAre you afraid of the star’s might?
\nIt’s a beckoning sky, all right.<\/p>\n

Memorial Day Holiday Weekend
\nDowntown LA<\/p>\n

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XIV*. Moments in Green (Villanelle)<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

In verdant leas where moments are dreamy and wild,
\nA tale unfolds, with golden flowers twirled,
\nWhere creatures find their solace reconciled.<\/p>\n

Chasing elapsed time, carefree and mild,
\nAs memories of yesterday come whirled,
\nIn verdant leas where moments are dreamy and wild.<\/p>\n

A pavilion stands, where dread beguiled,
\nA blend of peace and melancholy swirled,
\nWhere creatures find their solace reconciled.<\/p>\n

From twilight, a trail of echoes is compiled,
\nHopes intertwine, a beam of dreams pearled,
\nIn verdant leas where moments are dreamy and wild.<\/p>\n

Through mist, to tomorrow, liberty smiles,
\nEndless hopes emerge, a world of romances curled,
\nWhere creatures find their solace reconciled.<\/p>\n

In endless trails, golden flowers are exiled,
\nRushing toward unknowns, flags of hope unfurled,
\nIn verdant leas where moments are dreamy and wild,
\nWhere creatures find their solace reconciled.<\/p>\n

May 14~17, 2023
\nAt Kenneth Hahn Park<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

XIII*. A Mother’s Day Sonnet for Mom<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Upon the breeze that graces leaves so green,
\nIn May’s embrace, a vibrant memory starts.
\nWhere dreams and warmth of springtime intervene,
\nAnd kindle glowing candlelight in hearts.<\/p>\n

The carnations dance, their fragrance gently flows,
\nAs sunset’s hues disperse through night so clear.
\nWith joy, a rose in brilliance grows,
\nAnd dew-kissed birds in elegance appear.<\/p>\n

As thoughts of light entwine the silent night,
\nA silhouette, like rainbow, gleams with grace.
\nA streak of brilliance in the dark takes flight,
\nDawn’s glow wakes, with charm in place.<\/p>\n

In emerald pathways, the sun’s light aligns,
\nIn floral realms, love’s melody forever entwines.<\/p>\n

5\/13\/2023
\nAt Fairmont Apt.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

XII*. The Math 129 Duet<\/strong><\/p>\n

(i) A Midterm Poem for My Students<\/a>
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

To my students who are feeling down,
\nYour midterm may have caused a frown.
\nYet there\u2019s more to you than just one grade,
\nYour potential cannot be weighed.<\/p>\n

Sequences and limits can cause some pain,
\nBut with L\u2019Hopital\u2019s rule, you\u2019ll not be in vain.
\nPartial fraction decomposition may be a chore,
\nBut with practice, it\u2019ll soon be easy to adore.<\/p>\n

Trig substitution and integration by parts,
\nCan feel like a maze that twists and starts.
\nPlease keep going, for it\u2019s just a test,
\nAnd soon you\u2019ll be among the very best.<\/p>\n

Just don\u2019t let tough problems bring you down,
\nFor you are talented, don\u2019t let the spirit drown.
\nEmbrace all mistakes with open arms,
\nThey\u2019ll pave the way to prevent future harms.<\/p>\n

So keep your head up and your heart strong,
\nNever let any setback take away your song.
\nKeep learning and growing, and with time you\u2019ll see,
\nCalculus will soon become a breeze for thee!<\/p>\n

Your friend in time of need,
\nIvan<\/p>\n

(ii) A Final Poem for My Students<\/strong><\/p>\n

The\u00a0Final<\/span>\u00a0Day<\/span>\u00a0is drawing near
\nMy fellow scholars, I wish you cheer
\nMay problems be met with ease
\nAnd solutions emerge like a breeze<\/p>\n

Rise and prevail, one and all
\nYou shall triumph, big and small
\nShow your knowledge with limitless pride
\nAnd may your good luck forever abide<\/p>\n

Your friend in time of need,
\nIvan\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

XI*.\u00a0A Retirement Ode for Ms. Amy Yung<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Dear Ms. Amy Yung, in splendor true,
\nA rose amidst the thorns you grew.
\nA star aglow in night’s embrace,
\nShining bright in Math Department’s space.<\/p>\n

Your kindness, like a dulcet song,
\nSerenades our hearts, to which we throng.
\nA gleaming beacon amid storms\u2019 wrath,
\nSteering us through doubt’s aftermath.<\/p>\n

With emails swift as lightning flies,
\nYou answered queries, cleared our skies.
\nCultivating wisdom, growing each mind,
\nInspiring dreams, with hope we find.<\/p>\n

Embracing retirement, a new journey’s start,
\nAnother adventure for your elegant heart.
\nIn a life well-lived, a spirit adored,
\nA legacy that time shall forever record.<\/p>\n

Apr 28, 2023
\nAt USC Village<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

X*. Celebrating\u00a0Silver Jubilee\u00a0Birthday<\/strong><\/p>\n

(i) A Birthday Poem for Me (Version I)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Still on my way, I want to sing with my heart,
\nEmbarking upon a journey, a quarter-century’s part.
\nThrough gusts and gales, memories dance and swirl,
\nSilver threads illuminate a tale from the start.<\/p>\n

In a fragrant land, where carefree moments played,
\nMerriment abounded, a haven for joy portrayed.
\nThe birth of hope began, bathed in a merry lair,
\nAn eaglet yearned for skies, vast and unafraid.<\/p>\n

A liberal house, made of love and kindness rife,
\nA yard woven from poetic verse and life.
\nThe best of times condensed in blooming flowers,
\nLaughter and hues bringing solace from life’s strife.<\/p>\n

Storms threatened, chaos sought to interfere,
\nMocking waves crashed as challenges drew near.
\nDark clouds aspired to eclipse the sun’s warm embrace,
\nA maverick warrior stood, courage conquering fear.<\/p>\n

Head held high, the sun’s glow reclaimed its place,
\nResilience shining through, a testament to grace.
\nThough poetic dove soared to realms of solace,
\nLasting rhythms hum, in memory’s warm embrace.<\/p>\n

Still on my way, I want to sing with my heart,
\nA quarter-century lived, each year a work of art.
\nMemory’s breeze whispers as crossroads blend,
\nNavigating wishes, the next tale’s journey to start.<\/p>\n

On March 31, 2023
\nAt Fairmont Apartments<\/p>\n

(ii) My Birthday Ode: A Second Rendering<\/strong><\/p>\n

Still on my path, I yearn to sing with my soul,
\nEmbarking on a journey, a quarter-century’s role.
\nThrough winds and tempests, memories waltz and twirl,
\nA breathtaking view, where life’s hues console.<\/p>\n

In a scented realm, where carefree moments danced,
\nJoy overflowed, a sanctuary of happiness enhanced.
\nHope’s genesis emerged, cradled in a blissful den,
\nAn eaglet longed for skies, boundless and unchained.<\/p>\n

A generous abode, where warmth and care were brimming,
\nIn vibrant petals, precious moments captured dreaming.
\nA garden woven from heartfelt rhyme and love,
\nHues seemed to forever abound, untouched by shadows looming.<\/p>\n

Tempests threatened, chaos aimed to intrude,
\nJeering waves broke as obstacles accrued.
\nSomber clouds endeavored to obscure the sun’s embrace,
\nA defiant warrior stood, bravery vanquishing the feud.<\/p>\n

Head held high, the sun’s glow reclaimed its throne,
\nResilience shone through, a testament to grace shown.
\nThe poetic dove ascended to serene heights,
\nCaring melodies resonated; in harmony, they’ve flown.<\/p>\n

Still on my path, I yearn to sing with my soul,
\nA quarter-century lived, each year a masterpiece to extol.
\nWhispers of memory breeze as crossroads merge,
\nNavigating dreams, for forthcoming fables to unroll.<\/p>\n

On March 31, 2023
\nAt Shoreline Aquatic Park<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

IX*. A Warrior\u2019s Melody<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

In a tune from the past, we find
\nTo dreams’ shore, our hearts are assigned
\nA soldier of hope in the night
\nFrom the waterfall, emerges to fight<\/p>\n

Swans upon peaceful waters glide
\nPalm trees, the lake’s green pride
\nSunset’s hue, birds take to flight
\nReflections shimmer in twilight<\/p>\n

At life’s crossroads, a warrior rests
\nBraced for the journey and its tests
\nNature and peace before him blend
\nIn harmony, their union has no end<\/p>\n

Moments fleeting, memories return
\nNostalgia’s tides, our hearts discern
\nEmbracing smiles with passion’s flame
\nThe shore of tomorrow, we shall claim<\/p>\n

3\/25\/2023
\nAt Echo Park Lake<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

VIII*.\u00a0A Soul’s Sanctuary<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

In slumber’s realm, where dewdrops gleam,
\nWe waken to a dreamer’s scheme.
\nA grand palace calls us near,
\nTo lost souls, a refuge clear.<\/p>\n

Nostalgic spirits alight once more,
\nIn realms where dreams and hearts explore.
\nHere legends rise, like phoenix grand,
\nTheir tales echo through this enchanted land.<\/p>\n

An escalator, patient and kind,
\nIn tolerance, a solace we find.
\nFour towers brave, on clouds they tread,
\nA courageous path, ahead they’re led.<\/p>\n

Best of times in stillness caught,
\nA tableau of memories, lovingly wrought.
\nWithin these walls, our dreams reside,
\nOur spirits soar, on wings they glide.<\/p>\n

Awaken now, let memories entwine,
\nIn this sacred place, where dreams align.
\nLost souls find solace, hear the call,
\nIn the grand palace, standing tall.<\/p>\n

3\/17\/2023
\nAt the Westin Bonaventure Hotel<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

VII*. Tomorrow\u00a0Beacon<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

In yesterday’s garden, trapped and confined,
\nA path to tomorrow, we struggled to find.
\nThe world, ever-changing, before our eyes,
\nAs memories vanished, like mist in the skies.<\/p>\n

Clouds beckon and whisper, new hopes they unfold,
\nAs they carry the promise, of stories untold.
\nLost in the labyrinth, where past shadows play,
\nA bird, once in slumber, awakes to the day.<\/p>\n

From a nightmare unending, the bird finds release,
\nA newfound resolve, as the darkness does cease.
\nYet, a quest lies ahead, to uncover the way,
\nTo the land of tomorrow, where dreams never sway.<\/p>\n

Is he ready to take to the skies?
\nTo seek the horizon, where destiny lies?
\nWith hope as his beacon, his heart’s guiding light,
\nHe’ll never be lost in the blackness of night.<\/p>\n

In the twilight of memories, as the sun starts to set.
\nNo threads of regret, as new journeys we beget.
\nFor the bird found his way, with our love as his guide,
\nIn the garden of tomorrow, forever, he’ll reside.<\/p>\n

3\/16\/2023
\nAt Fairmont Apt.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

V*.\u00a0Timeless Tides<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Dreams drift upon the ocean’s gleam,
\nSongs of yore, now free to stream.
\nIn pursuit of time, the waves do chase,
\nTill eternity embraces its final grace.<\/p>\n

Yearning for the sun’s tender touch,
\nInfinite heavens time cannot clutch.
\nA Seagull’s dream is yet to start,
\nForever living within the heart.<\/p>\n

Towers reach for clouds above,
\nIn search of joy and boundless love.
\nThe pigeon soars, the sky its lair,
\nContentment found in the boundless air.<\/p>\n

As the sunset warms each beaming face,
\nThe world finds solace in a serene space.
\nBreezes whisper of carefree tomorrows,
\nAs endless tides chase shores, in joy and sorrows.<\/p>\n

3\/13\/2023
\nAt Santa Monica Pier<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

IV*.\u00a0Chasing Peace among Seagulls<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Hark! Seagulls of the past, they return,
\nAs though the tides from yonder skies churn.
\nThe surge that never comes to an end
\nLeaves us with but a single peace to fend.<\/p>\n

For boundless bliss, we toil and strive,
\nTo find that peace and keep it alive.
\nBut oh, how fleeting is that moment dear,
\nLike sand through fingers, it doth disappear.<\/p>\n

Yet still we press on in hope and faith,
\nThat one day we’ll find that peaceful wraith.
\nAnd though the seagulls come and go,
\nOur hearts still beat with hope aglow.<\/p>\n

3\/12\/2023
\nLifeguard Tower 28<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

III*.\u00a0Water Garden<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

In a water garden, still as glass
\nEchoes of a memory, like a fleeting flash
\nNeat trees lean in, eager and free
\nAs the quiet sunset shares a tale with glee<\/p>\n

Merry birds take flight, into the night
\nAwaiting dawn’s call, with all their might
\nWeird trees ponder, unruly light
\nAs the tranquil square keeps watch tonight<\/p>\n

When will the phoenix come to play
\nIs it the same bird, lost in yesterday
\nTime has flown, oh so fast
\nBut wait for him, he’ll come at last<\/p>\n

Everything now is calm and still
\nTime freezes time, as if by will
\nBefore the dreams begin to soar
\nFind their purpose, find their shore<\/p>\n

3\/12\/2023
\nSanta Monica Water Garden<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

II*. Journey to the Unknown<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

On the journey to the unknown
\nA bird has lost the will to soar
\nHe’s accustomed to weeping alone
\nWith sky’s embrace, he feels forlorn<\/p>\n

Golden sunrays light the way
\nA beacon of hope in his heart
\nGuiding him through each day
\nWith strength he won’t depart<\/p>\n

Fellow birds have long since flown
\nLeaving him with taunts and jeers
\nEchoes of their wings in flight
\nWhispers of their songs remain<\/p>\n

Where did the echos reside
\nWho will send him back to tomorrow
\nA place where he can freely glide
\nA world of bliss and no sorrow<\/p>\n

Yet a fiery spirit, he has shown
\nDefiant, he’ll conquer his fears
\nThrough the trials, he has grown
\nAnd overcome the falling tears<\/p>\n

With a heart full of passion and might
\nHe marches forth with his head held high
\nFierce determination shining bright
\nAnd a steadfast spirit that won’t die<\/p>\n

For he knows he was meant to fly
\nTo reach for the sun’s blazing fire
\nHe must explore the vastness of the sky
\nFor he never lost the strength to desire<\/p>\n

His journey continues on
\nThe star’s light beckoning bright
\nIts glimmer shall never be gone
\nA sky ablaze with endless light.<\/p>\n

At MacArthur Park
\nPresidents\u2019 Day, 2023<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I. Sunset<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

When we are together
\nWatching the sunset at the pier
\nWith merry seagulls fluttering
\nWars and conquests shall never appear<\/p>\n

Hope we’ll dream together
\nOf a sky more blue and clear
\nHope we’ll walk together
\nOn a land with love and care<\/p>\n

Shall we bring peace back
\nTo a better home shared by every creature
\nShall we bring empathy back
\nWith love shining everywhere<\/p>\n

When we are together
\nHope and peace singing in the air
\nWith all living things on the planet
\nDesires for tomorrow are still here<\/p>\n

1\/29\/2023
\nAt MacArthur Park<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/div>\n\n\n <\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n\n \n \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

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Last update: Sep 2, 2024<\/em><\/p>\n

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