I believe poetry can be a way of expressing the unfathomable. It is a way of reaching into deeper levels of consciousness in order to understand what inspires and impels our being. After all there is a part of us that is in deep connection with the imagination and creativity of the universe. Each one of us contains the universe and with it all symbols and forms and a knowing that we are part of a deeply mysterious enigma which at times we can plumb into - like a fisherman casting his line into the deep ocean to capture incredible truths and realities. We are indeed on the edge of the cusp of change and within the recesses of our lives we can capture the essence of transformation which can lead to a new humanity more in harmony with itself and the living universe. The motto of the New Paradigm  is to think cosmically and act globally. I hope these poems express some of the mystery of the new global paradigm and the shift that we need to make.
Michael Ellis

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Li Shangyin
The Zither
Untitled 1
Wind and Rain
Untitled 2
A CICADA
  Comtemporary
To think of you
A formula of chemistry
The kiss
Drops on a window pane

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Li Shangyin

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Li Shangyin (Chinese: ???; pinyin: Li Shangyin, also known as ???, Li Yishan) (between 810 and 813- 858), was a Chinese poet of the late Tang dynasty, born in Henei (now Qinyang, Henan Province). Along with Li He(??), he was much admired and "rediscovered" in the 20th century by the young Chinese writers for the imagist quality of his poems. He is particularly famous for his tantalizing "no title" (??) poems.

Li had a moderately successful career in the imperial civil service, although he never obtained a high position, either because of factional disputes, or because of his association with Liu Fen (??), a prominent opponent of the eunuchs.

Li was a typical Late Tang poet: his works are sensuous, dense and allusive. The latter quality makes adequate translation extremely difficult. The political, biographical or philosophical implications supposed to be contained in some of his poems have been a subject of debate for many centuries in China.

His most famous and cryptic poem is called "Jin Se" (??) (the title is only taken from the first two characters of the poem, thus also a "no title" poem), which consists of 56 characters and a string of images. His "no title" poems are regarded as "pure poetry" by some modern critics.

Although more famous for his sensuous poems, Li indeed wrote in many styles. He can be either satirical, humorous or sentimental. Moreover, some ancient critics hold that he is the only poet who, in some of his poems, succeeds in imitating the masculine quality of Du Fu's works.

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The Zither
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by Li Shangyin

Is it by chance that the zither
has fifty strings?
Each string and each fret
reminds me of a youthful year.
Chuang Tzu was confused
by his morning dream of the butterfly.
King Wang's lustful thoughts
Cast his soul to the cuckoo .
In the vast dark blue sea.
pearls shed tears under the moonlight
On the blue mountain
Jade smokes in the warm sun
These feelings should be remembered
With reverence,
Only then bewildered and sad
You were barely aware of their existence.

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Untitled 1
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by Li Shangyin

Last night's stars,
last night's wind.
By the west of the painted pavilion
And east of cassia hall.
Though we do not have the
Phoenix - wings to fly side by side,
Our two hearts are linked
By the line of the magic horn
While the spring wine was warm,
We passed the hook from seat to seat.
In red candle light,
In groups we guessed at riddles
Alas! I heard the sound of a drum,
and had to ride to the morning court.
I hurried to the Orchid Terrace
like a rootless tumbleweed

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Wind and Rain
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by Li Shangyin

I ponder on the poem of The Precious Dagger.
My road has wound through many years.
Now yellow leaves are shaken with wind and rain
Yet pipes and strings keep the Blue Houses merry.
On the surface, I seem to be glad of new people;
But doomed to leave old friends behind me,
I cry out from my heart for Xinfeng wine
To melt away my thousand woes.

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Untitled 2
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by Li Shangyin

It is hard to meet
As it is hard to part.
The east wind is powerless
And the flowers wither
The silkworm`s thread will only end
When the silkworm expires
The melted candle will not dry its tears
Until the wax has become ashes
Facing the mirror at dawn,
She worries her hair may change to grey;
When I recite poetry by night,
Does she feel the chill of moonlight.
From here to the Penglai mountain
Is not too far?
Oh Blue bird, visit her for me with diligence

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A Cicada
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by Li Shangyin

Pure of heart and therefore hungry,
All night long you have sung in vain --
Oh, this final broken indrawn breath
Among the green indifferent trees!
Yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood,
I have let my garden fill with weeds....
I bless you for your true advice
To live as pure a life as yours.

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Comtemporary
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To think of you
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by Michael Ellis

To think of you
Is to see cheese
Mediterranean wine and desire
Books on sex and drama
And children`s eyes
Staring with wonder
At phrases , words and rhymes

It is to hear soft murmurings and yearnings
And time passing
Slowly by
On the vast interplay
Of male and female
A cosmic dance
A tender touch
An embracing kiss
Which is all of you

And in the cinema glow
Of silent faces
Entrained with the screen
The yearnings surface
In to expression
Of poetry, rapture and dreams

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A formula of chemistry
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by Michael Ellis

If within the subterfuge
Of written word and story
Hidden in the scrabbled game
Of shadows and form
Beyond the subtle play
Of weathering change
Of age and thought
There could be a recognition
Or formula of chemistry
A perfect blend
Of similarity and complexity
What subtle passions
Could imbue such ecstasy ?

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The kiss
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by Michael Ellis

The Kiss-Was it
But a passing fancy
In an avenue of sycophants
And the blaring music
Fervent with sexuality
In the crowded street
And did your eyes
Deceive me or belie
Our essence of discourse
And your reaction your passion
Being more than some gain
Or intellectual play?

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Drops on a window pane
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by Michael Ellis

A grey watery day
The immunity of time
Steps by
Into gradual decay

Cappucino froth
Lies endless in the cup
As the waitress floats by
And silence
Hangs in the air
On a caressing stare

On a frozen word
The sharp sound of a bird
Breaks the entwined rapport
And the gentleness of care
Creates a subtle retort

Submerged in intimacy
And thought
Yet on the edge
Of an icy ledge

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