HOUSE OF CONTRADICTION

Ballads of Lady Ling

This is a collection of poems from a friend of mine, Justine Hsuanson Ling. She has agreed to share her poems and post them on my site. I would like to take this opportunity to say how honoured and thankful I am to have her with me on my site. I hope that her passion and inspiration will inspire others to write in also and make the dream of the House of Contradiction come true.

Thank you, Justine, for being the first.

May I now present the works of Justine Hsuanson Ling.

 

 

SUMMATION EQUALS TO ZERO


He bends over his book of math
His blotchy hands and half-sucked breath
He wonders just what is the point in searching
For answers, for perspectives, for meanings
When life, afterall is ultimate death.



He hums a tune as he scribbles along
His moving pencil in motion with his song
'Tis plain cycle of live and die is of none's desire
And bounded with contradictions in a quagmire
Which I feel, to this world I don't belong.



The equations that he wrote and then demise
Pencil slides steadily, his strategy concise
I squint at the world with its cruel manipulations
He carries on writing with the comprehension
That one man's sunset is another man's sunrise.



He stares at his final work, of tears that have dried
Pencil broken in half, a forlorn soul magnified
Life is a parody, if not a comedy
Meaningless fate in monotony, love no longer a remedy
For my heart, and all inspirations, have long ago
died.

 

 

REUNION

 I've done what I had to do...for you

I've sinned and took up revenge...for you

Your death roots from your love...for me

Tonight

I'm saying hello to the sea.

The moonlight shines on its surface

Shows a silver line of reflection

the Hope you used to see

Reminds me of the days of me and you

The gentle breeze rocks the whistling pines

Reminds me of the days of me and you

I remember the last breath

I remember the last vow

and I remember the last promise,

breathed into your ears,

sealed with a kiss,

sent by flowing tears.

Leaving them, leaving others that exist

Leaving the heartaches and cruelty behind

Here I stand, coming to join you

The sea would now be our home.

 

 

 

 
HARD NEWS

 
Howling

Is the wind outside

Howling

wild salty wind from the seaside

Tapping

Is the loose window pane

Against its inaccurate dimensioned sill

Tappety-tap-tap rapidly

As the wind blows

Hunched

sitting in front of the table

Facing the flashing screen, images, pictures

constantly changes.

Fingers, familiar to the touch

of a tray of wayward keys.

Tipetty-tac-tac-tic softly,

Fingers running like spiders on the tray

Tapetty tap-tap loudly,

window pane against sill, as if boxing

Hands off the tray, right hand instinctively reached

Towards to touch gladly

Like an eager cat upon its prey....then

Tick..!

A door jumped out in front and opened itself

Eyes widening, heart thumping gazing at the

new surprise

Lighting upon the tiny screen and she read

And she pulled the dusk that was lifting from her

And she pushed the dawn that was coming to her

And the wind gave a wild howlish puff

And the window pane gave a loud, sickened thump

upon its loose sill...KABLAPPP!

And cracked.

The tiny fan inside her wondrous machine whirring away

She gazed still at the screen

And she released her grip on the struggling dusk

And she limply embraced the settling dawn,

And her heart sank.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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