A Morning Walk with My Shadow

I've been busy lately, the school work and finish up my poem for the Youth Speak Poetry Slam, but I manage to finish this poem. To those who read this poem, I have to admit, it is confusing. That is because it is meant to be confusing. I model this after a riddle that I still remember for a long time, and what is this riddle? Well, you have to figure that out. Once you figure out the riddle and solve it, then this poem will be a lot more less confusing. Enjoy.

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A Morning Walk with My Shadow

Every morning, I take a long walk
by the river bank.
The silence of the sleeping flowers
make the walk more soothing.

But today was different,
there is an orchestra playing
in the distant, that woke up the flowers
as it comes down the stream.

Then a ship emerges
from the sheet of fogs
and on board are men and women,
each one laughing and dancing.

Oh! How I wish to be there,
amongst their joyful laughters.
The only problem is that
there wasn't a single person there.

A Song for Clementine

This is a poem that inspired by an old song that I have not heard for a long time. After watching a certain Korean drama, the melody start to stuck in my head. I looked all over until I found out about the name. The song is "My Darling Clementine". This poem was also inspired one day while I was coming home from class on a rainy day, while singing the song. I hope the reader will be inspired by this poem (or song), after the song have inspired me.

Here is the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUzQy4mmT3Q

In French:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jc11shj0aWc

P.S A minor readjustment, draft 2.

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A Song for Clementine

In a rainy day,
I like to take shelter under the tree
and listen to the downpour.

Sometime I catch myself
humming a soft melody.
I don’t know why,
perhaps it has reminded me
of a lullaby
from my childhood.

A lullaby that have been locked
deep within my memory,
only to be driven out
by the sound of the raindrops.

Who knows...

But it is very warm though,
just sitting here
without my jacket on,

listening to myself humming,
even long after the rain have stop.

A Poem on the Sand

Here is a poem that I came up with when me and my friend went to the beach. Hope you guy like it.

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A Poem on the Sand

The simplest joy in life for me
is to be able to walk on the beach
when the tide is low.
The sun is just about to set in the distance
behind the veil of fog.

I try to be careful,
watching my steps,
so that I would not disturb
the sand dollars around me
and the foams around them,

Then I write my name on the sand,
so that when the night comes,
I could sit here and watch
myself being carry away
by the tide.

I Never...

I have been so busy with school work (and procrastination), that I have been struggling on writing a new poem. I'm writing something new for the 13th Annual Youth Speak Poetry Slam, so it'll be awhile before I will post what I'm going to be reading for the contest. On the mean time, here is a poem (somewhat old).

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I Never...

I never seen the morning sun
Nor know the time it sets.
I never seen the stars up high
At night and living yet.

I never felt the morning breeze
That sways beneath my feet,
Or felt what life is really like
And what life really teaches.

I never heard the robins song
And never seem to tell,
That if the songs are even real
Or like that time stood still.

I never smelled the red roses,
Even the honey comb.
I never thought that any rose
Can grow to be alone.

I never tasted those raspberries
That mature in the Spring.
I never tasted those sweet syrup
Or salt upon the rain.