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Taiwan joys
Contributed by
cauchy3
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Friday, 11th December 2009 @ 02:04:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Taiwan joys….
Run the sets to run the ring.
Run the gears as empty parts.
Run at rings the games are hints.
Hello gods are long and far.
Running down the games are pleased.
Hustle boards are lent and lease.
China models run the hot.
China soldiers go on spots.
LEE MAN WAR gloomed.
Under belts are uncle spoons.
Ledgers cold are models heats.
Run the bags the soldiers eat.
China says the uncles are cut.
UNCLE works are UNCLE thumbs.
Thunders china sky bolts.
Taiwan joys are moots of folks.
China peace would say the uncle.
Battle wars are laws of jungles.
Taiwan JUNO cares my cauchy3.
Taut the lines are Taiwan taught.
----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------
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Re: Taiwan joys
(User Rating: 1 ) by Libertina on
Monday, 14th December 2009 @ 10:10:53 AM AEST (User
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Me, I like it. I really do. I'm new here so I don't quite know how to comment or estimate this poem, I can only say it hits the bull's eye. When it comes to China, there's always to and fro, always two sides of the medal, as we've seen it during Olympia;)
I love the Chinese culture and landscape, but clearly adjudge the politics and how most of the inhabitants are treated there. Anyway I can't figure out what you want to say with the title? I know Taiwan is an isle near to China, that China claims it a part of the republic when it isn't, but "Taiwan joys"? I'm sorry but I don't get that...
However, what I wanted to add, finally, is that I like the rhythm of your poem. It's so impulsive ;)
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