TZE-MIN TSAI

TZE-MIN TSAI  

SNOW DOES NOT FALL IN MY HOMETOWN

When the moon stretched out its head in the gap between the clouds

The white light makes a silver world

The old hometown does not snow

Looking down the street from the second floor window

Street lights painted yellow on the brick surface

Street tree channeling high from the darkness

Leaves all fell due to the cold winter

Distorted branches towering into the sky

Songs of blessings come from far away

With the wings of imagination

simple-hearted leading the ride on the colored dragon

The wind whistled in the ears

The scaly claws of the dragon scratch the clenched hands

Candy hanging in the waist

By socks loopholes fall out

One second

Has been fleeing into the top of the cloud

Screaming over the head of Mom and Dad

Too late to lift their heads

Otherwise

They will be crazy shouting

Where to get the red boots

They must then pray

Dragon

Let our baby daughter slow down

 

YELLOW BUTTERFLIES VISIT MICHELIA

Into the front of the yellow dirt road

Vaguely, appear a corner of the old home

Under the red cream tile

Parent’s figures less one

In a spirit of fear back home

With joy and miss

Playing barefoot, yellow soil is so sticky

Mother's call even in the ears with the slightest reverberation

Like the dream before wake up

Butterflies still visit the Michelia in our courtyard

Blankly memories, that year the Michelia celebrate with bearing a red fruit for my for my birth

The only one red fruit

Mother always said that's my baby

I could not help but giggle giggle laugh

Until today, finally know that the original sinking fruit actually is my mother

Michelia no longer bears

Just like

That yellow butterflies are still visiting the Michelia

Always silently, Facing at each other with me

 

THAT DEWDROP

The invitation does not have to be stamped

Autumn, in that cold night

Locust stop sounds

Never seen you leave the backyard

You just like to pretend not to see

The pair of hands that have been waving in the fog

Shaking the bright shiny beauty

With the branches swing like a little urchin

You stop above that Michelia figo

With a smile on

Of course I know

By asking dawn

You try to provoke the dancing Graphium agamemnon

And I have to admit

This invitation with a little scheming

Trying to cheat you in

Obviously know

You can’t survive too long under the sun

How so you do not know to hide

It seems the joviality in life

Already, all in your naughty blink

I finally figured it out

Why repeatedly refused my invitations

My heart can’t help but look forward to

One day

You’ll make use of the frost night

You will sneak up the tip of my eye

 

WHEN THE SPRING BREEZE WILL RETURN?

Always

Is so not like

Take the loud and clear to show off

Beautiful girl walked by

Graceful waving

As confide the sound of the heart under the summer heat

Whirr, Whirr, Whirr, Whirr, Whirr

Five Strings

Under the tension in the power conversion

Put all that boring be suppressed into the high-pitched

The sound comes from the bottom of the throat

Spit to the air so leisurely

So hard, not declare your heart hidden in the summer

Keng, Keng, Keng, Keng, Keng

Euphonium

Starving the stomach, all for the resonance

Waiting for the high-order sound of the airflow

Poinciana color turned to a single

Blossoming down let the street red everywhere

Could this summer has been burning out the next voice

Om, Om, Om, Om, Om,

Wait

Singing a song belonging to the sun

Blow on the stage to show off, Step by step

One page of parting poems

Completely naked confession

Tears on the corners of the eyes

Why need to wait for the instructions of the summer

Why need to wait for the temptation of the summer

 

In The Dream, The Rainbow Does Not Sleep

Time passes

Try to maintain the same lengths of the grid

Such serenity does not contradict Einstein's cognition

A mountain edge touches the sunset

Cold in the red-hot

When the first light is covered

Driving the distant color clouds

Bringing down drizzle constantly

The light that penetrates the top corner of the window

Stretching at different angles of refraction

Arch bridge-like a rainbow

Call the colored dragon to ring

My window that never closed

Sitting on the dragon's dorsal fin

Tight scales protect me from pain

That silhouette soars up into the sky just like lightning

Just all of a sudden comes on the top of the rainbow

Smoothly

Such as Newton’s ideal world can’t find the friction

Only that fine silk clothing

Which

Makes every effort to shout in the air

In an attempt to prevent the falling down of the figure

With equal acceleration

To reach the terminal speed detached from the surface

When I fall in at the bottom of the clouds

Pray that gravitation will not forsake me

The quality is a very customary joke

Perhaps

Only let myself return to the dream again

Can no longer hear

Galileo's boast

Break through Aristotle’s defense with wisdom

Where can I find?

The illusion of literature

Where to find scientific endorsement

 

PAPER AIRPLANE

The airflow came in a hurry

Along with the ups and downs

Is both the pressure and buoyancy

While arriving together in that moment of throwing

Just like

A knight good at using the situation

Fly about, carefree, willful and at liberty

Merely

My face is so pale

My silhouette is so thin and weak

However, I am pretending to free and easy

Deliberately staggered polyline

Encourage wy body like

That frog desperately inspiratory

So that I can indulge in histrionics

Mediate among that turbulence

Flying over the heads of the crowd

Absorbed the screaming sounds

When far from the madding crowd

Even if the purpose is not known

Even if do not know when to land

As you can get a trip

With a little bit of regret

Forgot to bring the blessing of children

With a little bit of desire

Do not disturb the butterflies flying around the flowers

But do not need to be afraid

Before the dew on the grass drenched my wings

There is always a pair of little hands

Will come to catch my falling body

Laughing full of the valley

As has just come here

Once again blowing me high and distant

 

I'M THE PEACOCK KING

The sky

Misty black

Soul buried deep in the forest trying to find a way out

Half Flapping and half climbing

Sound attacking on the top of the hill

Standing on one foot as a swelled head peacock should do

This seat

No one even think about to grab

Hel! Hel! Hel!

Choose a sideways angle

Let

The first dawn

Shoot at my crown

Until revealing red

Along the wings that have fully opened

My eyes watch intently at those mortal under my feet

Absorb the breath of worship

from all things

Hel! Hel! Hel!

Why stare at me in this way

Do I

need to be just like you

To pick up

That few rice left in the grain tank

Pooh

Do not pretend that you can’t hear anything

My cry forever and always

loud

Hel! Hel! Hel!

 

KISS

Beautiful body beside curly hair

Breast, The world is so sensitive

Induced love in the passion

Naked Mirage, under the pituitary gland

One by one

Look at the moving face with excitement

Keep up

A deeper temptation await

Completely surrender and unable to extricate themselves

Born too early so much

Mother-like supple

No intention to be your lover

Wait

Completely melted in the mouth, One day

Only when the infinite passion

Love is bleak, floating in the air

Before sealing

Sufficient

Has been living in the perceptual illusion

 

THAT CLOUDS ON TOP OF THE VALLEYS

Out of the window

The white layer upon layer

Is a cloud or a fog

Causing waves of debate

That cup of tea old friends handed up

The cup is boiling hot and small

A burst of light white smoke

Did not cause anybody's attention

We two can only occupy the corner to feel ourselves wronged, produce a forced smile

In this halfway up the mountain

Not high enough

Even the immortals are disdain to stay

That is the outside of the window

The wind rolled over and over again

Gone up

The people full of the house is only chasing out

All the cheers

Were kidnapped by the camera on the neck

In the panic, gradually away from

Gradually away from among the noisy

That corner

Even more lonely

We both look at each other to drink

Completely indifferent

That tea kettle

Has long been cooling

We found the answer in silence

Obviously

That the whole white vast out of the window

Are clouds but not

fogs

 

THE SUNSET EVEN FEEL COLD

That tide

infested waywardly my sandy beach

Sunset's advice

With red eyes

No day to let off

In the past ten million years

Those ungrateful westerlies

Always secretly come and also secretly go

To turn

The giant fan of that wind power tower

For the confrontation between man and nature

Do not say a word

Packed up

the nets that were hanging around

Do not understand in heart

How to deal with the questions of the little fishes

that desolate wind

Those thin meshes can arrest that cold

before jump into the sea

TZE-MIN TSAI  

03/03/2017

Dr. TZE-MIN TSAI was born in 1957 in Taiwan (Republic of China ), he is An Associate Professor at Asia University, Taiwan., holds a Ph.D. in Chemical Engineering and an M.S. in Applied Mathematics. He is equal affection in science, mathematics and literature. Furthermore, he is a columnist for several poetry journals in his country. His poems have been translated into more than a dozen languages, published in many countries and has received numerous awards for his poetical and narrative works. His most important creative ideas, has always been the praise of nature, advocate human peace and chase self-psychological growth.