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.

A Childish Sonata

Hey guys!!! Happy Chinese New Year Eve. It is suck that I have school on Monday and going to miss all the family quality time =(. Here is a haiku that I came up with on my long way back to San Jose (about 1 1/2 hours drive). Nothing much to say about it though.....

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A Childish Sonata

Bump buh, bump buh, bump.
Two hearts are dancing side by side.
Bump buh, bump buh, stops.

My Real Fantasy

This is one of my poems that I'm really proud off. This was my first poem that I actually performed with. I actually perform this in the San Francisco Main Library for "The Japanese American Internment Camp Project" about two years ago...

This poem is about a character inside of the internment camp, and how his perception of the world change because of this experience. There is a lot of in depth things to say about this, but I don't feel like boring you guys with it. So here are the poem.

P.S. I should have post this up during Dr. Martin Luther King Birthday, I guess I forgot. It is better late then never right?

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My Real Fantasy

Every night, the rain continuously falls.
The room sits in a majestic silence
that can’t be broken by any words.

The window is covered by sweats and dusts,
but I manage to get a glimpse
of a lifeless ray of the setting sun.

I wipe the dust from the windows,
moon light flashes my face,
welcoming me outside to the cold.

I look out and a coyote appears
and start singing to the moon.
The rain falls harder, with no end.

Still, I gaze out at the uncertain night,
the rain slowly forms into tears,
pelts the glass, shattering it twice.

I try to reach out, but the broken glass
stabs my hand as I struggle through,
and still I struggle until my hand is red.

My hand, now outside, is stained by my blood.
I wonder will it be worth it
just to feel the rain, so cold and dead.

I Walk on the Same Carpet Road

Wow, I haven't post up a poem in a while. Currently I am working on 4 poems at once, so it is giving me a headache... and more of a writer block than it is helping me.

Here is a poem I wrote for my animation class (I was suppose to do an animated poetry for my project but it didn't get finish)

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I Walk on the Same Carpet Road

I hold the crescent sun
so that I can place it in the center
of the coiled cosmos.

Where the light looms over
the erupted mountains, the swollen sea,
and the Earth I stand on.

As I walk, I look behind to see
the mountains perish
to the tip of the universe.

They stretch away

to signal the start of
the race against the stars
to the end of the universe.

but was interrupted by the wide-spread cloud.
They sucked up the stars
and spit it out, striking the ground.

There, beneath the earth I see
a dead layer that showed the reflection of the clouds.
These cloud compressed

and ripped open

to reveal an eye
looking down.