Hopeful Dream

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One day,
in the empty beach
you will build a
New Jerusalem,
The tired sun
will look down to see
what you are up to,
and your dreams will
be mixed with sunshine
salt, and sand...

Poetic Pose: No War Between Japan and China Please!

Of raging angers and restless
war crafts, of swords of words
thrown in between,
some poets orchestra
their music violently
turning a peaceful region
hateful.
.
My gelpen pauses
and refuses to agree with
some evil targeted hearts.
I must remain my initial
position and promote peace!

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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.

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!

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.