張彬彬
英詩作品
“..I remember my stepfather, would beat me with extension cords and hangers or pieces of wood and all kinds
of stuff.
He would tell me: “It hurt me more than I hurt you; I only did it, because I love you”. It communicated the
wrong message to me about what love was.
So for many years, I thought that love was supposed to hurt. I hurt everyone
I loved, and I measured love by how much pain someone would take from me.
And it wasn’t until I came to prison in an
environment that is devoid of love that I began to have some understanding about what it actually was and was not.
I met someone. She gave me my first real insight into what love was because she saw past my condition and the fact
that I was in prison with a
life sentence for murder, and not just a murder, but for doing the worst kind of murder that
a man can do: murdering a woman and a child. It was Agnes,
the mother and grandmother of Patricia and Chris, that
I murdered, who gave me my best lesson about love. By all rights she should hate me. But she didn’t.
Over the course
of time, through the journey that we took, it has been pretty amazing, she gave me love. ….( tears flowing) She taught
me what it was.“
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This poem was included in WNYC's National Poetry Month Challenge, Week 1:
P.S. HOPE FRIENDS IN TAIWAN ARE OK AFTER THE EARTHQUAKE!
O! St. James the Great, the first martyr for faith among the Twelve Apostles, Joined his redeemer in a headless body after the Virgin Mary's apparition miracle. A stone boat carried St. James' bones to the Iberia coastal town of Santiago. A legend proclaimed him as Spain's national patron against Moors in battles. The Cathedral of Santiago was built to venerate St. James in its gilded altar. It has attracted millions of devotees for pilgrimage in this revered spiritual shelter. Countless worshipers hug the beloved statue of St. James as a good luck booster. Myriad prayers plead their wishes in front of his crypt for a personal protector. Following Christ, St. James received the divine instructions and God's revealing. He witnessed Jesus' Transfiguration when humanity and divinity were connecting. The discipleship of St. James authenticated his missions in Iberia on Jesus' teaching. Facing the persecution of beheading, he rejoiced for his faith stood unwavering. O! faithful minds of pilgrims in the cathedral nave, exalting the majestic golden statue, Might be beguiled from the True God in the aroma from the grand censer by the pew. Without God's blessing, the sainthood won't protect, and prayers won't go through. Behold! An idol veiled by showy glitters may bury the Truth one should pay homage to.
Cyberspace breeds liars. Viral tales go haywire. Data and noises conspire. Fart kindles fires. Hot air bloats higher. Will truth expire?
White smoke from Vatican conclave bestowed a surprise Pope on worshipers. The first Jesuit, the first Latin American Papa prayed at St. Peter Square's vespers. He named himself Francis to embody the spirit of the Assisi Saint as his dear. A radical? A revolutionary? A reformer? He aroused people's hearts in cheers. A citizen of three countries knowing 7 languages, he holds a degree of chemistry. He lives a simple life but enjoying soccer, movies and baking his favorite pastry. As a youth he learned how to dance Argentine Tango and appreciated its artistry. For the outcasts, following Jesus, he preaches diversity and solidarity in his ministry. P.S. Celebrating Pope Francis' 78th birthday, thousands of people danced tango at St. Peter's Square:
When a unique inheritance is naturally born, It is to be self-recognized and learned. When it is drilled, a skill is earned. When the skill is perfected, a prestige is returned. When a gift is supernaturally given, One's character is to nurture it often. When it sows seeds, other minds open. When it grows spirituality, other hearts are enlightened. Racial boundaries of ballet are broken, and a star, Misty Copeland, has risen!
Colonial flags are coming down; mockingbirds cheering around town. The honorable saint, once pedestalled in millions' minds, Ghosted out of their fantasies with the shocking Watchman's find. Believing in morality, fighting for justice, the essence of humanity stands. The mockingbird mocks Scout's naïveté, her senses being led astray. Realities cut unabashed adoration with a ray, many are feeling betrayed. Yet, sublime integrity was indeed his goal, an imperfect but trying soul! A journey to greatness challenges one who dares to fail with bruises. Humanity advances with juxtaposition of dreams and realities with virtues.
(Lucy was recalled as a finalist in Senior Open Gold International Ballroom at Manhattan Dance Championships. She had never competed in Pro-Am Dance competitions in her life!)
She came to dance but did not intend to compete with others, But simply tried to dance better than herself. That's her druthers. Her heart not afraid of breaking, so she pushed without measure. Her dream not afraid of shattering, so she dared a real venture. Her bunions hurt, her knees and ankles run the risk of fracture. Her disciplined learning and drill eclipsed some physical torture. God helps those who help themselves regardless of any pressure. From all graded levels, she aimed at the highest not fearing failure. Out of 15 semi-finalists, she was recalled, a dark horse of obscure. Yes, she danced better than herself, her self-confidence re-assured. Over the hill? She redefines vigor and won't allow her spirit to wither. She whirled around gliding through moving melodies, dancing forever.
Lucy Chang's Dancing Video 6:40
- A Poem on The 25th Anniversary of Hubble Space Telescope
Hubble's 25-year encounter with the heavenly immensity; Apostle John's apocalyptic melodrama of celestial mystery; Continually baffled human minds with increasing uncertainties. Traversing along vast light-years, our consciousness in futility Groped for answers of black hole, dark energy and singularity. Seven lampstands, in the sound of trumpets, reveal Cosmo's reality. Hubble's mirrored lenses, no longer being faulty; Unveiled profuse testimonies of creation's beauty. Sandwiched between Alpha and Omega lies infinity. Shining stars of glittering galaxies gird sacred Sanctuary. Invisible dark forces collapse stars and swallow energy. Powerful antimatters annihilate universe's duality. The Cosmo war of light and darkness rages with intensity. Seven spirits channeled through the Lamb proclaim victory. Opened seals herald judgment on mortals' morality. Libation bowls baptize the era of trees of life in eternity.
- (John Wang (王頌平) & Bing Chang (張彬彬)
The beginning of our golden age was greeted by the sumptuous dishes At the Renowned Manor Restaurant, with our wives' welcoming wishes. We have seen life what it is all about and proclaimed all being figured out. Ridiculing our idiosyncrasies, we lamented yet absolved our deficiencies. Though it's time to be nostalgic, we rejoiced that our journeys have been fantastic. Counting all those blessings, we celebrate our lives with healthy progressing.
- A friend is going through her last stage of life in a hospice, and my heart goes to her as well as all the souls in the hospice.
Life is flesh, sanctify it. Life is spirit, believe it. Life is temporality, journey it. Life is eternity, embrace it. Life is limit, transcend it. Life is infinity, enter it. Life is reality, accept it. Life is surreality, dream it. Life is memory, cherish it. Life is ethereality, experience it. Life is suffering, endure it. Life is relieving, thank it. Life is chaos, overlook it. Life is tranquility, enjoy it. Life is earthiness, ignore it. Life is divinity, praise it. Life is repentance, pray for it. Life is forgiveness, revere it. Life is distress, weather it. Life is peace, bathe in it. Life is sorrow, tolerate it. Life is love, hug it. Life is parting, bless it. Life is homecoming, glorify it.
The whirlwind of craze drawn to pop social lions littered young minds with worshiped gods. Jet-setting life styles embodying adorers' aspirations polluted their souls with shrieking applauds. Quick ascension, fame and money transform our culture. American Idols exploits one's dream as a capitalistic vulture. Vulgar lyrics and rappers assault people's good nature. I worry America's future. When freedom of expression germinates self-indulgence; When wealth ownership transgresses allocation balance; When business enterprise misguides noble goals of humanity; When entrepreneurship manipulates profitable opportunity; When social responsibility means to hide growth motives; When philanthropy only targets favorable tax incentives; When leadership only cares about popularity and approval ratings; When our society is obsessed with wealth, fame and high livings; I fear America's falling. Can individual freedom choose to invent oneself but respect others' liberty? Can private ownership promote economic fairness and equality? Can free competition be guided to benefit all people with morality? Can self-motivation be aspired to propel civilization to prosperity? Can business ethics aim at a responsible custodianship of earth's resources? Can charity purpose its giving to better human conditions in all instances? Can leader's governance advance democracy on all public services? Can our culture restore true fundamental virtues by suppressing all vices? God bless America. I pray and I hope.
Learning from traveling enriched our intellect with new realization. Launching a voyage of mind, we embarked on QE with high expectation. Legacies of Queen Elisabeth liner live on allowing for luxuriating. Who would have guessed her role in war times of soldier transporting? The drama of daily new arrivals staged ever-shifting sceneries. The present becomes clearer with more meaning by delving into histories. Mélange of new knowledge and old memories sanctified my consciousness, Not being fooled by the endless gift shops laden with deceiving business. A journey where paganism, Christianity and Islam contrasted in a high degree, Ghostly apparition of Crusades along the coastline of the Adriatic Sea, The onslaught of Ottoman's fleet against Venetians over the Ionian Sea, Paul's Epistles during his missionary voyage on the Aegean Sea, The defense of Constantinople by the Dardanelles Strait during Byzantine, The Golden Horn Chain at the Bosphorus, which stopped enemies' naval fleets, And the Black Sea, the home of the legendary hunt for the Golden Fleece, I want to devour stories of antiquity and Biblical Truth in a learning spree. Despite Diocletian's low family status, through military ranks, he aspired. His Tetrarchy led off the divided structure of the Roman Empire. Christians' final persecution in utmost horror, he conspired. In his Palace at Split expressing his life-long conquest, he retired. Dubrovnik, a city state survived through centuries among superpowers, And reborn from devastating earthquakes and Yugoslav artillery's shower. Expressed through an Italian prism, Ragusa's city walls compares with Rhodes. Summer festivals, spring-breaks for young, tourism explodes. The aura of Poseidon's arrival with his abducted bride gave birth to Corfu. Empress Sissy's plea to Archilles could not soothe her from son's tragic snafu. The dancing sun rays in the translucent turquoise water feasted snorkeling eyes. The weeping defaced facade of Royal Palace struggled in Greece's economic demise. Ephesus where Apostle Paul revealed God's "Fullness of the times", Punctuated a historical pivot point conquering silversmiths' crimes. The blue column of the Artemis Temple paid homage to Hagia Sophia. Pilgrimage to Virgin Mary's house elicited heavenly song of Ave Maria. Therapeutic air of Yalta soothed Soviet elites' lungs at enjoyable Sanitariums. Swallow's nest sitting precariously on the steep cliff with perfect equilibrium. "Uncle Joe's" ploy in Livadia Palace lured Roosevelt and Churchill in signing each nation's postwar fate disrespecting many ethnic groups' will. Thanks to the Duc, every aspect of Odessa cried out with pride of being French. The Axis siege; the massacre of Jews sparked an instant urge to flinch. The Labyrinth of Odessa's Catacombs from mining lime stones defies sanity. The rescue of the sinking opera house witnessed an effort of audacity. The roar of morning gusts pierced the silent dawn of Nessebur. Captain declared no tender boats be allowed to her rough sea harbor. Waving our disheartened hands and bidding our goodbyes, We then reentered Bosphorus at daytime without more sighs. The panorama view of QE's Commodore Lounge straddling over Bosphorus Strait United two great Continents and chronicled thousands years of war portrait. The six minarets of the Blue Mosque shouted the Sultan's poetic oratory. The treasures of Topkapi Palace exhibited Ottoman Empire's glory. The hanging roof of Hagia Sophia commanded Logos or God's wisdom. Different conquering ideologies in its foundation remains were hidden. Did Sophia prophesy an inter-faith fusion through ecumenism? Are Christendom, Muslim or Sheikdom all Abraham's descendants? 1915 Gallipoli Campaign marked another historical horror from futility of war. Memorials by Dardanelles Channel symbolize a lesson of anguish not to ignore. Conquering or winning does not epitomize what true heroism stands for. Defending humanity for a moral cause even for suffering enemies incites us to adore. Disembarking with loaded stomach also checked out my mind full of stories. Photos and videos seized those cherished moments carved in my memories. Learned knowledge whets more desire for further inquires Or, perhaps, another voyage sailing into deeper mysteries?
Mother Nature's cursing, wild fire raging Dark Knight's firing with bullets showering Joker's mad game became deadly murdering. Grievance over dead bodies beyond shocking When prankish fun of virtual world desensitizes morality; When a confounded mind loses its discernment of reality; When decision brings about irresponsible brutality; When human society turns into chaotic community; Can traditional values uphold young mind's sensibility? Has family succeeded in teaching responsibility? Would religious institutions inspire youngsters on humanity? Has leadership invigorated youth with soundness of sanity? Have we kept up law enforcing policies with new technology? Should we redefine ethic codes in the evolving society? Hollywood's responsibility? What about Gaming Industry? Human minds faulty, civilization matures into futility!