Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Solitude By Ella Wheeler Wilsox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
Weep, and you weep alone,
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer,
Sigh, it is lost on the air,
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you,
Fast, and the world goes by.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they don't need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many,
Be sad, and you lose them all-
There are none to decline your nectarine wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded,
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live.
But no man shall help you die.
For there is room in the halls of pleasure
for a large and lordly train.
But one by one we must all file on
through the narrow aisles of pain.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Mails Sent (Send =Ji, Computer =Ji'Suan'Ji)

I could read many poems published,
including those on blogs,
I could exam every mail sent home,
Those we need not to go to post office
to handle mails,
But how effective the flyers are?
How much profit one earns after the cost?
There maybe two types of people,
Those who are self-dependent,
Those who rely on others,
It's the later that haunt the post office,
By the way, don't computers with internet
provide communications too?
Keep in mind, relations is more effective
if meeting in person,
it is good to email or read blogs
if hand writing letters are not possible!

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Living By Denise Levertov

The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.
The wind blowing, the leaves
shivering in the sun,
each day the last day.
A red salamander
so cold and so
easy to catch, dreamily.
Moves his delicate feet
and long tail, I hold
my hand open for him to go.
Each minute the last minute.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Caught in Situations.


If something
goes wrong
while you ride
on a hot air balloon,
You become panic.
We know this
with fish bones
stuck in our throats.
It isn't abnormal
to feel helpless.
Our life is
in danger.
In reality, we occupy
so many one-sided stories
and we refuse to admit our biases.
Meditation, and have
parachuts ready
before fly on airplanes.
A big bite of banana
may calm things down
when you try to get ride of the bone,
That's how we cough to survive.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Poem To A Redskin

In the roseate evening of your birdy tweet,
the sunset amber-glows leak
In the roseate evening of your wandering feet,
In the sun tanned words you speak.
In the roseate evening of your hidden thoughts,
that cook on gas stove of butterfly wings,
In the roseat evening of worn quilt
that once warms your cold heart strings.
In the roseate evening of repeated walks,
that trace the past with sweetened favors.
In the roseate evening of lightened talks,
that shorten distance in between forever.
I just wished that the Roseate color
upgrade the Redskinned Kenwood park, a lot.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Sonnet of the Spring: Singer of Darkness By T. L, W.

I feel the onward rush of spring once more,
Tearing upon the unresistant land,
And foaming up the dark hibernate shore,
As turbulent waves unfurled on turbid sand!
The cataclysm of the uncurled leaf,
The soundless thunder of the bursting green,
Stuns every field. The sudden war is short,
And instantly the flag of truce is seen,
The still, white blossom raised upon the bough,
(Singer of darkness, oh, be silent now!
Raise no defense, dare to erect no wall,
But let the living fire, the angry storm fall
with lyric paeans of victory once more
against your own blindly surrendered shore!)

Saturday, November 3, 2012

No Panics Regardless Bad Luck....Prayers for New Yok or East Coast Victims


As far as my eyes can see,
There is a child in everyone of us,
It's part of nature
that amity and false propositions coexist,
Life is an illustration of yellow and sallow,
Despite ricks and damaged hearts,
We remain bounded to our wishes,
via the thread of built in power,
We refuse to give up hope
and the innocence in men and women
motivates us to overcome hardships,
Never fear stormy moments,
We shall see lights
and march on with knowledge and experience
after the misfortune is over.

Three Word Wednesday. 3WW CCCI  False, Illustrate, Sallow

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 76: October 31-November 7, 2012

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Weekend or Friday Haiku

Candy Cane, Google.com

Weekend, shopping task,
Tag Agency office, nice deal seen,
Drive back, have a rest.
Paycheck, gas station,
Dinner buffet, tips plus costs,
Relax, go home full.
19th, Western, and Main,
Hastings 4 books and some toys,
Rent a movie home..
T-mobile, pizzas,
Hush browns, pancakes, soft drinks,
Joy found at Braums.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

The Riddle (Mi'Yu) By Emily Dickinson

A route of Evanescence
with a revolving wheel-
A resonance of Emerald-
A rush of cochineal-
And every blossom on the bush
adjust its tumbled head-
The mail from Tunis, probably
An easy morning's ride-.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Eventide (For Short Story Slam Week 29 and Poets Rally Week 75)


Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

Under the trees
in the morning fog,
the sunshine leaks
through Jade green oaks,
Summer heat waning.
Cold air warms up
as more cars desert its drive way
with piercing headlights,
School doors open wide welcoming students,
bells ringing.
Daycare centers have rooms
filled with toddlers, or preschoolers,
the PBS children's program is on,
music aloud,
Kids and teachers talking.
City park playground,
Mothers pace around the concrete
path, babies in strollers,
have fun see wild ducks

I'm grateful for this award,
Happy Rally.
for Week 75, I nominate Gigi Ann
Again, appreciate your encouragements!