On a Chinese Roll

Up on the hill / People never stare
They just don’t care
Chinese music under banyan trees
Here at the dude ranch above the sea
Aja / When all my dime dancin’ is through
I run to you

Up on the hill / They’ve got time to burn
There’s no return
Double helix in the sky tonight
Throw out the hardware / Let’s do it right
Aja
When all my dime dancin’ is through
I run to you

Up on the hill / They think I’m okay
Or so they say
Chinese music always sets me free
Angular banjoes / Sound good to me
Aja
When all my dime dancin’ is through
I run to you

Aja Lyrics: Walter Carl Becker Donald Jay Fagen
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Mooncakes

 

That Chinese box
Your wares untasted
From whence arose
The lunar doom
Of my obsession.

Some oriental harmony
I never heard

Auspicious omen of prosperity
That passed me by
Like cloud shadow across moon
On a restless night
Long ago.

Your pale and autocratic beauty:
Moon over wall-gate in frontier
Long gone
Like life on a distant planet;
I am out of your orbit . . .

Still you circle
Serving others more worthy
Of your light.

I still love you, Mooncakes
Though I shall never taste you.

 

 


PROMPT #17: write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.

 

Auspicious Hexagram 

    Upon receiving the propitious omen,
let the chamber be arrayed in crimson silk.
The ten thousand things rise and return to their essence.
The tapestries part to reveal Pearl-gate when Tiger Breath combines with fire in active contemplation. The Empress approaches Mountain Hermit and landscape flows with harmony. The ten thousand things transmute to pure chi when Jade Daughter receives rising force in harmonious arousal. Before moment of Clouds-on-Jade-Mountain-Peak, the Empress’ crucible overflows with yin. Her alabaster chamber will yield its treasure willingly if tiger of Cloud-Mountain Forest does not take it by force, when Moon-Gate is opened by stealth in shadow of Cloud-Mountain Temple.

云寺山

 

Autumn Festival: Lotus Seed

 

That Chinese box
Your wares untasted
From whence arose
The lunar doom
Of my obsession.

Some oriental harmony
I never heard

Auspicious omen of prosperity
That passed me by
Like cloud shadow across moon
On a restless night
Long ago.

Your pale and autocratic beauty:
Moon over wall-gate in frontier
Long gone
Like life on a distant planet;
I am out of your orbit . . .

Still you circle
Serving others more worthy
Of your light.

I still love you, Mooncakes
Though I shall never taste you.