Reunion

Reunion

Hello Mister, do you remember me?
We met once, face to face,
for a split second,
as we were walking down this busy street.
I remember you.
Who could have forget that day,
when we walked past each other,
raindrops began to fall down.

And hello little flower, do you remember me?
I sat beside you that one day.
I can remember it clearly,
the sun was nice, and the park was quiet.
We must have talked for half the day
because, without us even notice it,
Spring has bloomed,
and the snow, all melt away.

And hello again love, you remember me?
It has been a long time.
I can barely craft an image of your smile,
and all I could remember are
fragments of this and that.
Yes! It has been a long time.
By now,
you must have forgotten all about me.

Memories of a Friend

It been a while since I have post up a poem in this blog. This poem that I am posting up is dedicated to a friend. She is heading back to Vietnam and we will miss her very much. It is sad that I couldn't hang out with her before she have to go (I'm sorry). So to make it up, I spend the week writing this poem (lucky I finish before she have to leave too). I just want to wish you well and the best too. May the memories that we created will forever be in our heart! Don't worry, I will also remember the laugh we share to help me through the tough time. Like you said, hope that one day we will meet again. Until then.....

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Memories of a Friend

It is sudden, the news that two friends will part away.
While there are still words left in this world, so much to say.
All the moments that could have been part of a memory.
Now are out of reach and feel like some faraway dream.
Dark day grows darker, it is slowly counting down.
A reed player plays all day, all throughout the town.
Such a sad melody only brings an unfamiliar tune.
Memories are like a bouquet of flower that is yet fully bloom.
At the base of a hill, surrounded by mountains of silhouette,
time grows shorter until – No! No! Not yet!
And there goes the morning star’s light last strand.
Maybe, someday fate will reveal their intentions and plans.
But for now, if these memories is enough to make us cry,
surely, our last word together, will not have to be goodbye.

Young Love

Love has many meaning. To some, it mean nothing, yet to other, love mean everything to them. So what make love so strong then? So strong that it will hurt us so bad if we ever let it go. It seems that when lose the love we know, sometime we fear that we might not experience the same love we have before. Like innocent love, before we learn anything about heartache. Puppies love, before we learn about commitment. Maybe that's just the things, not only we lose the feeling we once knew, we also forgot a part of us that build off this childish and innocent love. We hope that once day that time will heal all pain and we will be able to take a step forward. But that's just the thing. I believe that the only way to go forward is to take a step backward. Go back to the first moment that we first feel like love mean everything. Back to the innocent love we once knew. Back to the childish love that we all wishes to hide, but can't. In doing so, we will be able to rediscover the part of us that we lost, the part of us that have kept us so childish and innocent. Who know? The flame in our heart never dies, just dim.

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Young Love

When two hearts meet, they sing and dance.
They watch the clouds that come and went.

They sit and watch the bumble bees.
They sing along their symphony.

They stroll along the rosy field.
They laugh as they roll down the hill.

They follow where the bobcat goes.
Into a dream where no on know.

They listen to the water fall.
They two hearts beat the lion roar.

The two hearts play with river's reed.
They hold hand til they fall asleep.

Sakura

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Sakura

It was not that long of a train ride,
but the scenery on the other side of the window
moving by in a slow motion
made the ride longer than it need to be.

The way the city lights flicker
from window to window,
as if I am watching a montage of my life.
Each panel, one after another
show me a memory I had with you.
These images seem like a still picture
out of some scrapbook,
or a cheezy line from a poem
out of a letter, which I wish
I had given it to you years ago.

It is not that sad,
sitting here watching the train entering and departing
from station to station.
The petals of the cherry blossom outside
seem like a pink snow flake falling in Spring,
serving a remainder
that there is still a hint of Winter
remain in my heart.

Winter Walk

Winter Walk

I scream out your name on top
of the Eiffel Tower, hoping that
my voice will reach out to you.
I come back to Paris each year, just to do that.
Afterward, I take a stroll down
the same street,
the same alleyway,
the same route,
that we have walked last time
we were here on vacation.
I thought I could run into you by chance.
But during the stroll,
I can’t help but to notice
how much of the scenery have changed.
I wonder
how many years have Paris aged?
How many seasons have passed her by?
Does she even know
that it is Winter right now, waiting for Spring.
I thought it is kind of ironic,
how I can see you everyday in my dream,
but I can only meet you once a year,
every time I pass by your grave,
while wandering up and down these street.

Sand of Time

I have been so busy lately (mostly schoolwork and mid-term. Just finis my last mid-term so I'm happy). I have not post up any new poem up because I have been working on a poem for the Youth Speak Poetry Slam prelim on the 21th (this Saturday). I was searching through my notebook and I found couple of poems that I wrote years back, and it still on the first draft. I found this haiku and I decide to work on it (didn't take much efforts). Anyway... here is the haiku

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Sand of Time

Memories are like
the seasons - slowly changing.
What will we forget?

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.

Slowly Like the Cloud

I was searching through my old portfolio and notebooks for some inspiration for my next poem. I found most of my old poem and reread it over and over again (ok, I've just read only one of them). This poem I believe it is 2 years old so it is somewhat recent. Anyway enjoy!


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Slowly Like the Cloud

It seem sometime when life passed us,
Somehow we all forget
Of what we felt, or whom we are
And memories we kept.

Slowly, our life will fade like clouds,
Along our joy and pain.
But yet closely observe the sky,
That only rain remain.

The rain will then disperses like days,
As moment like the years
And like the second into hour,
Will slowly disappear.

The time will come, that we forget,
Of how our life has been.
So soon, that all we know and love,
Will cease away unseen.