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<h1><!WA0><!WA0><!WA0><!WA0><img src="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/Info/People/ddhung/poetry/note.gif"><i>Poetry...</i></h1>
<i>Author's Note: I wrote most of these poems over the past year, not too
surprisingly, my emotional turmoils are often reflected in the verses...
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<!WA1><!WA1><!WA1><!WA1><img src="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/Info/People/ddhung/poetry/roseline.gif"><p>
<!WA2><!WA2><!WA2><!WA2><img src="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/Info/People/ddhung/poetry/dagger.gif"><p>
<h3>The Emigrant Soldier</h3><p>
<dt>What soil, sand, or rock, did I tenderly kiss,
<dd> as the holy ground of my homeland?
<dt>Whose water, wine, or sweetened liquor,
<dd> care I lift to quench my thirsty throat?
<dt>From whom did I accept gold, silver,
<dd> and that which glitters,
<dd> in payment for the crimson stains upon my metal?
<dt>Undisturbed, save by the chilly winds of wilderness,
<dd> I slept under foreign skies,
<dd> with unknown shrubbery my bedding.
<dt>My resting place lay unmarked,
<dd> save by a rusty, broken sword.
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<!WA3><!WA3><!WA3><!WA3><img src="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/Info/People/ddhung/poetry/roseline.gif"><p>
<!WA4><!WA4><!WA4><!WA4><img src="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/Info/People/ddhung/poetry/litng2.gif" align=right><p>
<h3>The Electric Kiss</h3>
<p>
<dt>In the darken world of digital songs,
<dd> bounded by whirling bits of zeroes and ones,
<dt>We kissed.
<dt>Devoid of sensations,
<dt>I yet felt your lips upon mine,
<dd> tender, moist,
<dd> tinted with the lightest touch of passion.
<dt>I smelled the scent of your fragrant locks,
<dd> and tasted the wetness of your mouth.
<dt>Though separated by time, place, and physical laws,
<dt>We kissed,
<dd> uncaring, unbound,
<dd> enjoying only the moment's joining
<dd> the pleasures of a nanosecond...
<dt>With sadness and tearful reluctance,
<dd> we parted.
<dd> separated.
<dt>Ended the ghost-like
<dt>Electric Kiss.
<dt>
<dt>
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<!WA6><!WA6><!WA6><!WA6><img src="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/Info/People/ddhung/poetry/blond.gif" align=right><p>
<h3>Declaration</h3>
<p>
<dt>The smile of your tender lips,
<dd> brightens my leaden heart
<dt>The swirl of your soft flowing locks,
<dd> warms like the life-giving sun.
<dt>The batting of your gentle eyelashes,
<dd> makes my steady hand quake,
<dt>The laughter in your glittering eyes,
<dd> makes my life full of joy.
<dt>Oh dear one,
<dt>How do I love you!
<dt>How fleeting the ticks of a clock,
<dd> when I am with you.
<dt>Soft chuckles and heartfelt laughter,
<dd> did I enjoy with you.
<dt>What little else can I say,
<dd> but "I love you".
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<h3>Prisoner</h3>
<p>
<dt>No rings of iron
<dd> nor ropes of hemp bind me
<dt>No walls of concrete enclose me,
<dt>No cuffs of steel
<dd> nor pillory of wood shackle me.
<dt>Yet I am prisoner.
<dt>Memories of our tender kiss muffles my voice,
<dt>Thoughts of our shared secrets restraints my action,
<dt>The door to my cage is unlocked,
<dd> open.
<dt>Yet I remained within.
<dt>Yet I am prisoner.
<dt>Prisoner,
<dd> in loving you.
<p><p>
<!WA8><!WA8><!WA8><!WA8><img src="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/Info/People/ddhung/poetry/chain.gif">
<h3>Three Loves</h3><p>
<!WA9><!WA9><!WA9><!WA9><img src="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/Info/People/ddhung/poetry/thorn01.gif" align=right><p>
<dt>What is love, they asked.
<dt>Which love, I answered.
<dt>Tell us of the first, they asked.
<dt>I cried as I thought of the answer,
<dd> but no tears came.
<dd> It had dried long ago.
<dt>I screamed as memories came back,
<dd> but no sounds of agony issued.
<dd> It had silenced long ago.
<dt>Trembling, I answered,
<dt>The first love is
<dd> like a poisoned blade...
<dd> thrust in your heart...
<dd> by the pale hand of a loved one...
<dd> ...so slowly twisting
<dt>I uncovered my hand from my chest,
<dd> and black blood yet flowed,
<dd> trickling down to stain the floor.
<dt>As we walked, they asked again,
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<dt>What is love, they asked.
<dt>Which love, I answered.
<dt>Tell us of the second, they asked.
<dt>I lifted a leather sack,
<dd> and opened it.
<dt>My heart beats within,
<dd> surrounded by sharp,
<dd> glittering glass shards
<dt>I shook the bag and felt the pain.
<dt>Cursing, I spit out a mouthful of scarlet,
<dt>That is the second love, I answered,
<dd> Pain from a thousand cuts...
<dd> twisting, churning...
<dd> the gentle touch of your loved one...
<dd> placed your heart...
<dd> .... in a bag of broken glass...
<dt>As we walked, they asked again,
<dd>
<dt>What is love, they asked.
<dt>Which love, I answered.
<dt>Tell us of the third, they asked.
<dt>I cried
<dd> no tears came, but blood streaked.
<dd> Streaked down my face.
<dt>I screamed
<dd> but my voice cracked,
<dd> my throat tightened in a noose.
<dt>I fell
<dd> on my knees.
<dt>The beating heart within the sack
<dd>The sword wound upon my chest
<dd>Nothing
<dd>Nothing
<p>
<dt>Tell us of the third, they pressed again.
<dt>I can't, I gasped,
<dt>There isn't.
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<h3>Voices</h3><p>
<dt>Under the pale moon,
<dt>I chatted with digital shadows.
<dt>Men and women with phantom-like voices,
<dd> flowing through a web,
<dd> a web of glass-copper tubes.
<dt>Each a mask of electrons wears,
<dt>Deceitful smiles of delight,
<dd> flashed in their curious eyes.
<dt>A game of romantic intrigue, they played,
<dd> without tender yielding flesh,
<dd> without gentle kisses or red roses,
<dd> without any form of golden bands...
<dt>I drifted amidst a sea of banshee sounds,
<dd> Blind and Numb...
<dt>I hear the Lake of Souls:
<dd> "Save me, save me..."
<dd> "Ha, ha, ha, ha..."
<dd> "Tell me of that..."
<dd> "24/f/MA..."
<dd> "IMHO, the..."
<dd> ": ) ..."
<dt>I cried and laughed with them,
<dt>Yet, in the end,
<dt>They are little more,
<dd> than distant voices...
<dd> ... as am I to them.
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<h4>Tender is the Night</h4>
<!WA12><!WA12><!WA12><!WA12><img src="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/Info/People/ddhung/poetry/moon.gif" align=right><p>
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<dt>Tender is the night,
<dd> when Luna's luminous glow fell upon
<dd> your lovely face,
<dd> and stars winced in bright jealousy.
<p>
<dt>Soft is the evening breeze,
<dd> that the whispers of air send your locks
<dd> rippling like ocean waves.
<p>
<dt>I caressed the gentle curves of your neck,
<dd> feeling the comforting smoothness of your skin.
<dd> Gently, I kissed your half closed eyelids.
<p>
<dt>Embracing you, I felt our bodies tremble,
<dd> in tingling resonance our hearts pounded,
<dd> fearful yet full of love's delightful joy.
<p>
<dt>Tender is the night,
<dd> when Luna grew bashful behind the formless clouds,
<dd> and stars twinkled in glitters of envy,
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