I have hung
My Chinese lanterns
For Little New Year.
Practical,
And yet beautiful,
The gently diffused glow,
From the candles inside,
Sheds light on the path below.
Can you translate
The riddle
In the calligraphy?
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The colours of Fall
Of Autumn
Flush indistinctly
Across the water
As if an
Impressionist painter
Has stroked his brush
Across the landscape

My camera has
Miraculously caught
Poetry in motion
A London bus
En route
From Westminster Bridge
To Parliament Square
And Big Ben
Standing proud
Over all

Beijing in November
A simple, elegant bridge
Arches over the water
Seemingly an organic part
Of the landscape
And the trees
Gently weep overhead

The sky is a
Limpid indigo tonight.
And the moon lends
A clear and lucid light.
Bright, white,
Across the snow,
And the trees
Appear to shine.

The world has woken
To a flurry of snow,
Which has forged the world anew.
I am walking across
The Brooklyn Bridge,
And It pleases me
That I am the first to do so.
I am in black,
The bridge is white,
And my footsteps will leave
Ghostly prints of grey,
An exercise in monochrome…

A burst of light
As the sun goes down
Throws shadows
Onto the lone boat
Which lies stranded
As the tide withdraws

A sea of red in a field of grey,
Simply takes my breath away.
A stunning tree that has shed some leaves,
Stands witness to the magic that it weaves.
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The boat was moored
Loosely in the shallows
The lanyard just
Long enough
To give it free movement
And the birds
Flying past
Stopped by
To rest
And use it as a perch

Celebrity, celebrity,
As common as a cup of tea,
Not A or B but X, Y, Zee,
A side note in current history!

Contender on a TV show,
They have you running to and fro,
To try to make your ‘stardom’ grow,
It won’t! So it’s a body blow!

But once you get a taste of fame,
You throw yourself into the game,
Life will never be the same,
In the quest for people to know your name!

I’m afraid that what we know as a celeb,
Is often a talentless, boring pleb,
Who wants to be known as a trend- setter or Reb,
But is slave to TV or the World Wide Web!

You’re a celebrity if you can do anything,
Act, play sport, write novels, sing,
If there’s a talent or skill that you can bring,
And NOT because TV gave your name a temporary bit of zing!

So the sad thing is that now you’ll chase,
That high that is false fame’s embrace,
In order that people remember your face,
It really is current society’s disgrace!

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