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Preface.\u00a0Cunning Stars<\/strong><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Cunning stars accentuate a judicious mind,
\nCasting glow on lands pretentious yet behind.
\nInexorable darkness abnegates egotism,
\nDimming tired eyes with quiet optimism.<\/p>\n

Zealous skies edify detached eyes,
\nWhere rampant souls weave their lies.
\nSanguine clouds gaze upon indebted spunk,
\nWhich frowns upon the elusive chunk.<\/p>\n

Flying in celerity exhibits callow insouciance,
\nAvian stamina deters daunting indifference.
\nWhat outshines a dismissive penalty?
\nIt’s tenacious wings with their unruly proclivity!<\/p>\n

Beneath the clouds hides a sagacious spirit,
\nWhich quirky mavericks inherit.
\nCarrying ingenuous affection and heart,
\nThey reassure a poetic yet restless guard.<\/p>\n

Unfasten the latch, setting feelings free,
\nTeeming with the endowment right before me.
\nIntrepid steps never hold their sway,
\nInasmuch as your footprints never delay!<\/p>\n

Embark upon a fervent adventure,
\nStanding by whatever sterling future.
\nCasting off obstinate puzzlement,
\nChildlike hearts always reflect the blue firmament!<\/p>\n

Ivan Zhanhu Feng
\nJuly 25, 2020<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

VIII. Night Sky<\/strong><\/p>\n

The boundless night wanders in the firmament,
\nSupporting an immortal, starry sky.
\nCountless lights rise and whirl,
\nSprinkling into the surging, uninhibited sea of souls.<\/p>\n

Remember? Under the stars,
\nThere is fearless hope calling;
\nThere is blurred light sleeping.
\nHow much poignancy has been drowned in the blue night?<\/p>\n

When looking up, meteors cross the bright moon.
\nUndulating clouds reappear with rhythmic shadows.
\nWhat is it that fades in the starlight,
\nYet still flows into tomorrow with equanimity?<\/p>\n

But why? The bygone shadows can be found nowhere.
\nOn the horizon looms yearning; In the wind, parting diffuses.
\nFaint halos overlap,
\nBidding the long wait farewell with perseverance.<\/p>\n

See? Eternity is at the end of the sky,
\nFluttering the shadows, trembling the future.
\nCountless memories condense here,
\nContinuing to probe concealed sanity…<\/p>\n

Since when has the boundless night been silent?
\nWaiting quietly with the breeze and tree shadows.
\nLonging stars pass through the dreams,
\nSprinkling into the peaceful, unbound sea of souls.<\/p>\n

Dec 27, 2021<\/p>\n

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VII. Sashaying Trilogy<\/strong><\/p>\n

i)\u00a0<\/strong>Superseding<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Should there exist another way,
\nMy presence would still remain;
\nBecause at the end of the sky,
\nLies intrepid creation, and unruliness without limit.<\/p>\n

There is no alternative,
\nOnly tall and rolling hills;
\nThe sun is strong over the peaks,
\nLike heat radiating from a hot oven.<\/p>\n

Roads and dreams that cannot be smoothed,
\nStand by the sky and murk;
\nNo stars exist overhead,
\nBut the light of dawn remains hidden.<\/p>\n

ii) Separating<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Come on, you crazy people.
\nPick up pens in your hands.
\nWrite down indignation and fortitude.<\/p>\n

A journey unfolds, unlimited dreams separate in the air.
\nGather them! Looking at one hoop,
\nA hundred thousand enthusiasms shoot into your heart.<\/p>\n

Countless waves are churning.
\nCountless departures are blurring.
\nCountless intrepid hearts are calling.
\nCountless pens quiver uninhibited.<\/p>\n

What time? Still can’t resist looking back.
\nBut why? When opening my eyes again,
\nI’m unable to see you, nor my shadow, nor the firmament.<\/p>\n

How many years? How many dreams are trembling.
\nHow many clouds are laughing innocently.
\nHow many clear skies are no longer clear.<\/p>\n

But you know what? I will still be the last figure;
\nPride never leaves and will always stand by.
\nNo matter what, never separate.<\/p>\n

Life is short, but stubborn.
\nJourneys are long, but broad.
\nGo on, till the last dusk.<\/p>\n

iii) Dawning<\/strong><\/p>\n

Running in downfall and despair,
\nRacing with the stars and gloom.
\nSetting out from twilight,
\nAt last, he sees the dawn.<\/p>\n

Still remember? How many times,
\nWandering amid infinity and eternity,
\nSauntering between nightfall and daybreak.<\/p>\n

Once aware? He never quits.
\nThe eagle flies towards the sunrise,
\nEngaging the firmament,
\nAccompanying the thin clouds.<\/p>\n

June 30, 2021<\/p>\n

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VI. 2020 Short Poetry Selection<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

(I) Broad-Minded Pride<\/p>\n

With an open mind like a sturdy pine,
\nI stand high, overlooking the world\u2019s shine.
\nThrough turbulent waves, I remain calm and strong,
\nMy heart, like a jade pool, reflects the azure throng.<\/p>\n

(II) Unrestrained Rebel<\/p>\n

Unyielding and fierce, breaking free from all binds,
\nSteadfastly standing alone, the unruly spirit finds.
\nNever following the mainstream\u2019s tide,
\nI forge my own path, unswayed and dignified.<\/p>\n

(III) Contented Melodist (Duet)<\/p>\n

(i)
\nPlaying with puppies, teasing cats at play,
\nSorting out thoughts, hanging on tree\u2019s sway.
\nDriven by joy, chasing winds across hills and streams,
\nLetting the playful heart soar to celestial extremes.<\/p>\n

(ii)
\nPlaying the guitar, blowing the flute\u2019s tune,
\nSinging to the sunset, descending the dune.
\nCarried by the wind, the melodist sneaks into the night,
\nAccompanied by stars, finding contentment till daylight.<\/p>\n

(IV) Indomitable Flame<\/p>\n

The flame of righteousness never knows chill,
\nEmbracing universal love, never standing still.
\nDemocratic savior, bringing joy to all men,
\nWith strong noble bones, piercing the blue sky\u2019s den.<\/p>\n

(V) Embracing Hearts<\/p>\n

Like the vast sea embraces countless rivers,
\nFriendly and kind, embracing diverse talents and givers.
\nDemocratic hearts, joyous and bright,
\nNoble souls soaring with unyielding might.<\/p>\n

(VI) Uncontainable Childlike Heart (Duet)<\/p>\n

(i)
\nFilled with joy, playing hide-and-seek on hillsides,
\nInnocent laughter echoing through the skies.
\nPassing by the pavilion, whispering softly,
\nNot disturbing the dream of the clumsy little cat.<\/p>\n

(ii)
\nSinging like a child, facing both heat and cold,
\nReforming youthful folly before growing old.
\nAmidst worldly concerns, vast and wide,
\nA simple heart remains pure until old beside.<\/p>\n

(VII) Dream Chaser (Trilogy)<\/p>\n

(i)
\nProudly standing at the forefront, defying the waves,
\nScattering youthful joy, singing as the heart craves.
\nTraveling across seas, indulging in leisure and pleasure,
\nRefining true self, never allowing time to measure.<\/p>\n

(ii)
\nA dreamer faces spring again, enthralled,
\nThe journey clearing, dreams gradually unfold.
\nCountless wishes by your side, delighted to share,
\nYearning deepens, with head held high in the air.<\/p>\n

(iii)
\nRadiant pearls gleam, reflecting dedication and zeal,
\nGreat names standing tall, supporting the stubborn gold seal.
\nBright sun illuminates the field, intoxicated by the mirage,
\nChallenging proud cranes, a dream pursued regardless of age.<\/p>\n

Self-Mockery (I) \u2014 Contradictory Soul (Duet)<\/p>\n

Sometimes confident, boasting with pride,
\nBut soon ephemeral, like drifting tide.
\nSharp and arrogant, overlooking everything,
\nYet lowly at heart, as deep as the sea\u2019s spring.<\/p>\n

Self-Mockery (II) \u2014 Stubborn Determination<\/p>\n

Headstrong, charging forward without care,
\nUnique thoughts making everything seem fair.
\nOthers may laugh at the dreams I devise,
\nBut I stand firm, like a never-falling prize.<\/p>\n

Self-Mockery (III) \u2014 Poet of Two Worlds (Duet)<\/p>\n

(i)
\nClumsy poems and awkward verses fill my desk,
\nBoth old and new, I adore them, grotesque.
\nIn my prime, I proudly try to spread my wings,
\nClaiming to be a poet of dual poetic springs.<\/p>\n

(ii)
\nCarelessly regarded by toothless readers, they mock and jeer,
\nEvery day I wield my pen, writing the passing years.
\nFirmly holding to my dreams, like a hermit with a staff,
\nMy lofty ambitions set in distant lands, beyond the autograph.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

V*.\u00a0Serenade of the Dawn<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the morning light, there’s little melancholy,
\nThough tardy thoughts flicker, like candles lowly.
\nSwinging shadows welcome the break of day,
\nPast sorrows dance, then flutter away.<\/p>\n

The rosy dawn arrives, by the poet’s side,
\nAnd lingering thoughts, like lamps, still abide.
\nLike a song, memories of youth take flight,
\nSoft emotions flow, like a dream at night.<\/p>\n

Love and tears blend, soothing dreams with care,
\nGently flowing through familiar air.
\nEverything appears in a different hue,
\nMore passionate, more sentimental too.<\/p>\n

Fragrant blooms seek out memories of old,
\nReviving tales from childhood’s hold.
\nThe past dissipates with the morning breeze,
\nAs the sunrise resounds with a song of ease.<\/p>\n

In the cool air, there’s no grand desire,
\nJust dreams and light, crafting a springtime fire.
\nA new day begins, with the same joy in store,
\nEternal sunshine in our hearts forevermore.<\/p>\n

9\/18\/2020<\/p>\n

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IV. Your Way<\/strong><\/p>\n

On the sofa, no one’s here;
\nIn the yard, no one’s near.
\nWhere I’ve found you, year by year,
\nNow I’m calling, yet none can hear.<\/p>\n

Once I felt fear every night,
\nI would hold your hands so tight.
\nYou’d take me to the grandest sight,
\nOverflowing with perpetual light.<\/p>\n

But when I was left behind,
\nLong-lost memories crossed my mind:
\nYour heart’s candle let me find,
\nA restless guard, saved in a bind.<\/p>\n

Missing every such happy day,
\nI thought it would never go away.
\nYet, until I wake once again,
\nWhere could I seek your way?<\/p>\n

Aug\u00a010,\u00a02020<\/p>\n

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II. Gloaming<\/strong><\/p>\n

I can travel through darkness,
\nYet I am most afraid,
\nTrapped in the night.<\/p>\n

A wall blocks all directions;
\nEach time, it seems I’ll never be back.
\nNo choice, no direction.<\/p>\n

Imprisoned, fettered,
\nMakes the spirit wild;
\nGives arrogant bones fortitude.<\/p>\n

An unforgettable night like this,
\nEverything is bleak;
\nThere is no shine.<\/p>\n

Afraid of such a night,
\nOnce fettered,
\nIt’s hard to break free.<\/p>\n

Yet every time,
\nThere are still sunbeams in the heart,
\nBecause I love the light.<\/p>\n

The night will end,
\nEven at the last,
\nHeart’s candles will light the prospect.<\/p>\n

The night will end,
\nIn boundless desolation,
\nYearning for the dawn.<\/p>\n

May 24, 2020<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I. A Kite in Light
\nClick here to listen\u00a0(read by Selena)<\/a><\/strong>
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

Before I woke up last night,
\nI’d been running after my kite.
\nI should’ve held your hands tight,
\nLest I be lost in hazy light.<\/p>\n

\u00a0I wish I could return to the light,
\nSo that I’d find my private guide.
\nHow dare I indulge in illusory pride?
\nJust never let me leave your side.<\/p>\n

\u00a0I want to look inside my mind,
\nPassing all disarray from my eyes.
\nStand by me with the sun-rise,
\nSo I’d never be lost in paradise.<\/p>\n

\u00a0Even grip my soul in the guise,
\nTill I cast off all my dread.
\nI’d hail the angel around your head;
\nIf only I were still in your stead.<\/p>\n

Now that I’ve got to press ahead,
\nI shall keep chasing to the last.
\nYet be I ever so fast,
\nI can never overtake the past\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n

There’s a sunbeam up in sight,
\nJust like in my dream last night.
\n‘Tis an angel with a virtuous mind,
\nGreeting the boy after a kite.<\/p>\n

Feb 15, 2018<\/p>\n

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Last update: Jan 7, 2024<\/em><\/p>\n

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