Monday, September 24, 2012

The Efforts To Focus on The Mutilated World

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Need to accept the mutilated world,
Recalling summer's extended daytime,
and steaming heat, mild vacations,
Slices of watermelon, cups of icy juices,
The orchestra echoes Broadway
aromas in terms of art and knowledge,
We must digest the products swallowed,
give an A+ to lodging yachts and ships,
Some have refugees in, heading nowhere,
while others dwell waiting in salty oblivion,
we shall praise the mutilated world,
Remember times we gather pecans
under a tree in front of our house in autumn,
seeing brown leaves eddy over the ground's scars.
Worship the mutilated world,
and the Texas hailstones in July,
remember The Italian war jets that
take off, cruise, and land
at Chicago, Houston, OKC, Tampa,
Rhode Island, and Switzerland...



Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Practice (Wonders and Poetry)

To chuckle mindlessly,
to get up in the morning to smile,
to erase the pain left on the face
of the survivors,
moving forward-
is what we approve?
You believe in (Jidu) the Christ,
I trust (Quanwei) the mighty power,
we will cook on the stove,
eating meals such as cauliflower!
Two brightest stars in the morning sky,
Eyes draw lust,
Birds spread their wing to sing,
Left behind the warm pillow in between,
Heaven in your mind at last?!

I saw TWO stars once the day is almost up at about 6: 40 am, September 11, 2012
South Central of the U. S. A.

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Monday, September 3, 2012

Lord Alfred Tennyson: Sunset and Evening Star!

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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
when i put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems sleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
when i embark.
For though from out our bourne of time and place,
the flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face,
When i have crossed the bar.