Saturday, October 27, 2012

Proverbs (Yan'Yu)


know the cold
and have enough energy,
know the gold
and hold it firmly,
know the storm
and have a safe shelter,
know the tornado in the form
and go underground to feel better,
know the day
and let it wither,
know the sea
and touch a rose as fears gather.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

The Sound of Freedom By Harold P. Lucy

Let freedom sing,
            But not too loud.
Let freedom sing,
            Under careful crowd.
Let freedom sing,
            where it will bear new strength.
Let freedom sing,
            whenever it won't discomfort
            greedy spoilers of the land.
Let freedom sing
            when it will not embarrass
            millionaires' bought politicians.
Let freedom sing
            loudly enough to enjoin
            our swine to procreate
            America the beautiful
            to an overpopulated
            sty for all of us.
Indeed, let freedom be confined
            into some stupid pious phrase,
The spouting of which, for children, is
            forever its reality.


Thursday, October 11, 2012

My Words 4 You, Thank You! (Short Fiction Week 29)


Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

Regardless what others say,
you've always chosen to stay;
The patience and love are special to me,
and his God's blessing we're a family.
I may be accused of bigotry,
I might be considered as the sample in misery,
But by the days we walk by,
You know my purity and have remained by my side.
Your trust and calm assure me of hope,
Your free mood and mighty humor give me satisfaction.
In our marital relation we've learned the rope,
now, every second spent with you is a perfection.

Monday, October 8, 2012

The Kite



Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)


Draw, cut, glue,
Papers, scissors, and yards of string,
Red, yellow, green, and blue,
A colorful project, what magical thing.
Silent, eager, ready to soar,
It takes off from the first floor,
Rising higher, catching the wind to explore,
The hope to see far is captured like never before.
Acrobat dances, daring to break through,
String tail is attached to the ground by hand,
Beckoning onward, it performs on cue,
The Ballerina in mood, sorrow left behind.

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