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Five Willows Guy (2005)Follow Your Blessings (2005)

Fragrant Orchids of Hidden Valley (2005)

Bodhi Tree (2005)

Bai Hua Ru Shi (with Nian Qing) (2005)

Sunset Is Still Calling (2006)

Mastering Software Project Management (2006)

100 Favorite Poems (2007)Life Stories (2007)

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Dedication

In loving memoery of my mother

Mrs. Helen Wang Yeh,

Who shaped my love of Chinese poetry.

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Preface

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Contents

1 A World With Love 8

1.1 Lake Spring . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8

1.2 A Blessing With Love . . . . . . . . . . . . 9

1.3 Still Echoing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13

1.4 Beauty As Compass . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15

1.5 Spring Thought . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 16

1.6 Life Path . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17

1.7 Worry About My Beloved . . . . . . . . . . 19

1.8 Fallen Leaves . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 22

1.9 Final Goodbye . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23

1.9.1 But I Didnt Have Chance To Say

Goodbye WITH You . . . . . . . . 24

1.10 Loves Philosophy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26

1.10.1 Percy Bysshe Shelley - Loves Phi-

losophy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26

2 Bitter Life Without End 28

2.1 Bitter Life I . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 28

2.2 Bitter Life II . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 29

2.3 Count Your Blessings . . . . . . . . . . . . 30

2.4 The If in Love . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 31

2.5 A Blessing After Bitter Despair . . . . . . . 33

3 This Is My View 34

3.1 Life . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 34

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3.2 Going Back Home 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . 35

3.3 Testimonial . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 36

3.4 Illogical Fate . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 373.5 A Beautiful Lie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 38

3.6 Recommit . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 39

3.7 Viagra Man . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 41

3.8 Lonesome Road . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 43

3.9 What Is Love? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 46

3.9.1 The Gift of Love . . . . . . . . . . . 46

4 Conversations 47

4.1 A Quarrel in the Family . . . . . . . . . . . 47

4.1.1 A Quarrel in the Family . . . . . . 48

4.2 A Young Husband Goes To War . . . . . . 49

4.2.1 A Young Husband Goes To War . . 50

4.3 Is It Time Yet? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 52

4.3.1 Is It Time Yet? . . . . . . . . . . . . 52

4.4 Ten Traps . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 544.4.1 Ten Traps . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59

5 Other Poems 66

5.1 Lake Light . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 66

5.2 Bleak Shore . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 67

5.3 The Pig Farmer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 68

5.3.1 The Pig Farmer . . . . . . . . . . . 68

5.4 Snowy Woods . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 70

5.4.1 Robert Frost - Stopping By Woods

On A Snowy Evening . . . . . . . . 70

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Chapter 1

A World With Love

1.1 Lake Spring

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1.2 A Blessing With Love

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What Is Marriage, by Raymond Yeh, Written

for the blessed marriage between Ms. Pei Ci Hu (Emily)

and our dear brother Randy Yeh, on Feb. 17th, 2007.

Adopted from and fashioned after The Prophetby

Kahill Gibran.

Love one another, but make not a bond of

love;For even as love crowns you so shall he cru-

cify you.

Even as he is for your growth so is he for your

pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and ca-

resses your tenderest branches,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake

them in their clinging to the earth.

All those things shall love do unto you that

you may know the secrets of your heart,

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and in that knowledge become a fragment

of Lifes heart.

Keep one another company, but not a posses-

sion of each other;

For without words, in companionship, all

thoughts, all desires, all expectations are

born and shared with joy.

And let there be no purpose in companion-

ship save the deepening of your spirits.

And let your best be for your companion.If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him

know its flood also.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your

emptiness,

And in the sweetness of companionship let

there be laughter, and sharing of plea-

sures as well as sorrows.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds

its morning and is refreshed.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though

they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each others

keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your

hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together:

For the Pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in

each others shadow.

Commit to travel down a path together to oldage, but at your own pace.

For even as life cherishes you,

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He will test you with trivialities.

Even as he bestows in you the ecstasy of sweet

intimacy,He will anger you over many small things.

All those things life do unto you, in its recur-

ring seasons,

So that you may know that marriage isnt

50/50,

It is 100/100!

So, why worry about keeping up with theJones,

And for better or worse, let life takes its

course.

Until even the angels above,

Are jealous of your love!

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1.3 Still Echoing

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1.4 Beauty As Compass

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1.5 Spring Thought

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1.6 Life Path

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1.7 Worry About My Beloved

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Based on my poem Worry About My Beloved

I am very old and seriously ill.My end is near, that I could feel.

I have no fear to leave this world,

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Except some worry about my beloved.

My own darling, she is my love.Fill me with joy all these happy years.

But shes no good in taking care

Lifes business like insurance or tax.

I tried to teach her some lessons,

But she refused to learn or listen.

As if by sheer will and disbelief,She could preserve me from decease.

Shes so naive, forever trusting.

Even a child could lead her on.

Would she fall prey to false friends,

Get into troubles she does not belong?

Would she be conned after I am gone,Something foolish and outlandishly wrong,

Lose all the hard earned money,

I saved for her for so long?!

Lying here I sweat to imagine,

A fast talking crook coming along,

Telling her a deal so darn good,Soon shes in poor house begging for food.

I wish I could lock her up,

Shield her, protect her, from evil dust.

Or take her with me as I move on,

So I can stop worry and sing a song.

But I alone will go, maybe by next full moon.Leave my darling, shell be all alone.

Its a real pity right after funeral,

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To shock her with bills pile up so soon.

I lived a full life quite all right.I can say goodbye and dont mind to die.

Im just worried about my beloved:

What will happen after fate closed my eyes?

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1.8 Fallen Leaves

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1.9 Final Goodbye

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1.9.1 But I Didnt Have Chance To Say Good-

bye WITH You

Dear Mom, so you are really gone!

But I didnt have chance to say goodbye

WITH you.

I was thinking you surely will recover, just

like before.

You too, believed, right to the end, that

theres nothing wrong with you.

We are very hopeful people, always looking

forward ...

You want to watch the summer Olympics in

China next year,

And I want to watch the game right by your

side.

So how do we say final goodbyes, when

therere so much to live for?

May be I should have known better,

That the night you lost the strength to walk

back from bathroom,

Was really the beginning of the end.

Yet, you came through miraculously before.

You were indestructable!

Perhaps your way to go was really the best

way.

Leaving quickly, no pain, while still full of

hope.

To say the final goodbyes sound so depress-

ing,

When we have no more unfinished scores to

settle.

Yet perhaps in lieu of a final goodbye,

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I should thank you one more time for all what

you did for me,

And admire again your strength, principles,and writings,

And listen once more to your stories, humor,

and laughter.

You are surely at peace now in heaven,

And I did say my final goodbye TO you at the

funeral.

Our warm wishes will accompany you for alleternity,

And Ill be thinking and thanking you, again

and again, as long as I live.

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1.10 Loves Philosophy

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1.10.1 Percy Bysshe Shelley - Loves Philoso-

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Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822 AD)

The fountains mingle with the river,

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix forever

With a sweet emotion:

Nothing in the world is single;

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All things by law divine

In one anothers being mingle;

Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven

And the waves clasp one another

No sister flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother:

And sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea;

What are all these kissings worth

If thou kiss not me?

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Chapter 2

Bitter Life Without End

2.1 Bitter Life I

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2.2 Bitter Life II

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2.3 Count Your Blessings

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2.4 The If in Love

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Chapter 3

This Is My View

3.1 Life

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3.2 Going Back Home 1

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3.4 Illogical Fate

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3.5 A Beautiful Lie

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3.6 Recommit

Based upon my poem Recommit

Its wonderful to see

A couple embrace and recommit.Their solemn vows to repeat,

Forever in love theyll keep.

Into each others eyes, tenderly they look,

As if they think theres something spook.

All the troubles life has cooked,

Made their love stronger by hook and by crook.

They hold hands and lightly kiss,

As if giving each other some promise:

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With undying love and desire to please,

Grow old with me in grace and peace.

Its wonderful to see

A couple embrace and recommit.

They showed us to love is to keep

Forever our vows and promise.

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But, deep down we know in our aging heart,

Lifes cycle and times wrinkle simply wont depart.

Chemicals and implants are just that,Something to mock that old foolish fart.

Sunsets a glorious golden view,

If one can embrace lights darkening hue.

Relation is not divined by carnal pleasure,

Life shared, tender caring, are true treasures.

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3.8 Lonesome Road

Based on my poem, Hi, Stranger

Life is like a lonely transit,A short crossing between two cliffs;

We look for some warm smiles,

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To brighten up this gloomy passage.

I look back with nostalgia our younger days,

Your were smart, lovely, and eager to play;

At Chances Are from our very first date,

You smiled and danced into my life right

away.

Alas, lifelong happiness is not meant for us,

Our love was genuine but fizzled out fast.

Many things, little and big, made us cry, not

laugh.

We endured by will power, to make this mar-

riage last.

Willingly, we forgo our own needs, and hope,

To bring up the kids, more or less, whole.

Duty bound is our virtue and bane,

We fear our effort for the children are in vain.

So each traveled on ones lonely passage,

No crying on a shoulder or send a loving mes-

sage.

Last ten years into strangers we moved apart,

Just waiting for the children to grow up and

soon depart.

Hi, stranger, our romance was great while it

last,

We did right by the children and that always

warms my heart.

I will support you and the kids, always, as in

my past,

Now I wish you well, and I am at ease myself,

at last.

Some days, I am still yearning for our

younger past,

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With longing and wistfulness, for a love that

wont last.

Then I brace myself firmly for this lonelypath,

Some day, to drop off from the cliff, and de-

part.

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3.9 What Is Love?

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3.9.1 The Gift of Love

Look how pretty I am,

A pitiful voice cried out;

Please love me, adore me!But the world has turned deaf,

Her begging hand un-touched,

Cause love could not be demanded.

A daughters love gushed from the heart,

Comforted a father in Alzheimers decline;

Some parents unyielding commitment,

Protected their child in thought confusion.Freely given from one to the other,

The gift of love filled both with meaning.

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Chapter 4

Conversations

4.1 A Quarrel in the Family

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4.1.1 A Quarrel in the Family

Husband

I am fed up to the teeth,

You wont try to meet my needs;

If you dont love me a little more,

Ill walk away to tend my sore!

Wife

You are no saint, you big bore,

You are no good lazy dog;

Wheres your smile and your adore?

When you courted me with flowery talk!

Five Years Old

Dear Mom and Dad, please,

Stop your fight, make peace!

What about me? I hurt,

When such angry words I heard.

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4.2 A Young Husband Goes To War

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4.2.1 A Young Husband Goes To WarHusband

With a heavy and bleeding heart,

I ask your permission to depart;

May God preserve and protect me,

Ill come home with honor to keep.

My devotion to you is complete,

But a higher duty I need to meet;

I may not return, Im so afraid,

Adieu, this may be our last embrace!

Wife

You cant just leave us like this,

You must not forsake your promise;

Let the young and unattached fight,

I need you here, I have my right!

Whatll happen to us if you die?

A fear so terrible I want to cry!

How can I work and take care of kid?You pledged your love when you commit!

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Husband

Enemies are invading and killing us, my dear,If we dont fight back, no one will be spared!

I hate war, but stop aggression I do care,

If strong like me wont lead, who would dare?

Is it right to leave it to the poor to fight?

Is it right to let other mothers bear sacrifice?

You know this war is for a righteous cause,Our country will look after you if I am lost.

Wife

Too many wars were too eagerly fought,

Each side proclaims its righteous cause;

Too many men wanted to gloat in glory,

Never mind widows wallow in sorrow!

Your mind is set, theres no turning back,

I pray God keep you safe and bring you back;

Ill teach our son to love peace in his taste,

Grow up to help banish war and all its waste!

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4.3 Is It Time Yet?

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Very Sick Person

I suffered tremendous pain,

My whole body cancer has gained;

Im now bleeding and blind,

How can help me die be unkind?

Attorney

You are protected by the law,

Others cant kill you without fear or pause;

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I see you are a little down today,

Tomorrow youll be glad not betrayed.

Very Sick Person

My life, my body, are all my own,

Who but me can say, its time, not too soon;

When theres no more meaning left,

I plead for peace and a dignified death.

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4.4 Ten Traps

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4.4.1 Ten Traps

This poem is inspired by a book of Shi Zheng Yan,about twenty challenges in practicing Buddhism. The ti-

tle of her book is Men Have Twenty Challenges.

Prelude

Once upon a time came a wise coach,

Gathered around him, all kind of folks;

In his or her own way, each was stuck,Cant flow with life, like a stick in mud.

Coach (To All)

Whatever you want to pursue in life,

Many traps can delay you awhile;

Unless youre vigilant about the tide,You will easily be swept aside.

Rich & Famous

I used to want to find the truth,

Now Im comfortable, just living loose;

When I was poor I studied hard,

Getting rich & famous, people say Im smart.

Coach (To Rich & Famous)

If rich & famous is not your goal,

Beware, dont let it rob your soul;

Getting too comfortable in your living,

Youre entombed like fly in honey dipping.

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Powerful & Glorious

I want to fight evil with my might,Protect the weak from terror or blight;

Basking in glory I revel with pride,

People do my bidding without asking me why.

Coach (To Powerful & Glorious)

Adulation is like drug and power corrupts,

People will comply if you have bad temperand might;

Dont let pride turn you into a tyrant,

A force of evil you are supposed to fight.

Procrastinator

I am almost ready, but conditions are not yet

quite right,

I need to take care of this and that, at least for

a while;

What would others say, if I drop everything

to really live my life?

One thing leads to another, always keep me

busy, but I did try.

Coach (To Procrastinator)

Many do regret, on their death beds, of life

not lived,

They all have good reasons, you do pity their

plea;

But burnt candle cant re-lit, Sun isnt taking

any sleep,

If theres a will, youll find a way, your way,

to live!

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Timid

Who am I to start something new in life?If you know me, you would chuckle and

smile;

Who, you?, to claim a place in this modern

age,

A timid little mouse takes a bow on lifes

stage.

Coach (To Timid)

Dont forget life equalizes with birth and

death,

All great men were once babies, with diaper

and rash;

Their audacious deeds also started from tiny

steps,

They fell, were laughed at, but just got up and

try next.

Too Little

Theres nothing worthwhile I can do,

What I can do means very little too;

I might as well just do nothing,Save all that useless thrashing.

Coach (To Too Little)

Do you stop eating since youll go hungry

again?

Do you stop breathing, breath too shallow,

you complain?

If we cant bother with good deeds too tiny to

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Christ will be lonely in Heaven as we bring on

Hell!

Too Late

Its too late for me, I am too old and weak,

My dream long broken, Im way passed my

peak;

Ill cheer the young and hopeful from the way

side,

To see them ruthlessly spent by life and cast

aside.

Coach (To Too Late)

Your gloom and doom rings a knell,

Like a living dead howling in Hell;

Let the human spirit moves you to try on,Until you quit, who can say you were dead

wrong?

Dirt Poor

I like to pursue Tao but my stomach is cramp-

ing,

Others depend upon me to eke out a living;

All I can think of is to survive and avoid beg-

ging,

Its a luxury beyond me to talk purpose of be-

ing.

Coach (To Dirt Poor)

I have great sympathy to you and human in-

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What for? what for?, you know your battle

already fought and lost.

Coach (To Too Hard)

Rarely can one stand tall all alone,

Against the tide of ridicule, smear, and mock-

ing buffoons;

Except to take comfort in the knowledge,

Many great ideas wont happen if abandoned

too soon.

Too Dangerous

When its too dangerous to do whats right,

Its prudent to lie low and avoid evils pry;

A lifeless heroine will not stem the tide,

When evils stampede runs dangerous andwild.

Coach (To Too Dangerous)

Senseless sacrifice is foolish and sad,

But courage is truly something rare;

Those prudent collude with evil to allow its

ugly tide,

If we cant do whats right, our lives are just

lies!

Coach (To All)

Dont forget your purpose in life,

Dont let traps delay you long or awhile;Be vigilant that all traps can bite,

So you dont live in vain and wonder why!

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Chapter 5

Other Poems

5.1 Lake Light

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5.3 The Pig Farmer

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5.3.1 The Pig Farmer

This poem is based upon the heart warming storyThe Pig Farmer by John Robbins in his book The

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5.4 Snowy Woods

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5.4.1 Robert Frost - Stopping By Woods On A

Snowy Evening

Robert Frost (1874 - 1963 AD )

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

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To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sounds the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

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