Tuesday, 5 May 2020

5 Poems by Allen Qing Yuan

Red Letter

a patch of red intentions
with seemingly ordinary shape and size
about to slip out of my sweaty desires

in my bleak twisted fantasy
the dots of doves
are swaying in a fall of crimson
rain unloved

slackly sealed with a zebra depiction,
a Bengal tiger colourway,
a messenger of the actuality that I couldn't have rode the other way
as if it could be for anyone, replaceable

your writing is the most flavorful painting
but blasphemy to my tastes

how much i yearned for those brief but weighty words
that 3 word statement
that 8 character declaration
but the end was just like
the end of a favour

“thank you, and good bye”

*


Accident 

           Fiction hit
The fact hard, and ran

     With truth per se
Being the only witness



All That Is Solid   Melts into Air

All that is liquid flows into data. All
That  is conceptual   evaporates into     cybospace. All that
Is genetic/   scientific condenses into an algorithm
All that is artistic /spiritual/cultural disperses   into
Digital being. All that is human evolves    into story



 π

let it
be the predetermined constant
in human algebra, or simply
happiness

(or wisdom?)

the ratio of a lifetime’s length L
to its spiritual growth S is then:

π = L/S

that is, if happiness is something fated, fixed
the more spiritual growth you attain
the longer you would live



0.618

Like the Confucian principle
Of the Golden Mean
The ideal (optimisation)
Times this magic number
      Yields the best
& most practical solution

Just a bit above the average
You can enjoy the benefits
Of all the possible best
While avoiding their pitfalls


Bionote

Allen Qing Yuan, author of Traffic Light, is a 2-time Pushcart and 2-time Best of the Net nominee. A co-editor of Poetry Pacific, Allen works as a junior accountant in Vancouver. Since grade 10, Allen has had poetry appear in more than 70 literary publications across 16 countries, which include Cordite Poetry Review, Literary Review of Canada, Poetry Scotland, Shampoo and Spillway.

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