Elements of Life (p.1)

Where I’m from    

I am from a coarse blue-black hammock,

from Hao Hao noodle and CRT television

I am from the florid textiles and fabrics

that are embellished with vivid embroidery patterns

I am from the lofty coconut palms, the moss roses

I am from the magical deck cards and work ethic

From the Humble Tam, the Painstaking Ly, and the Artistic Diem.

I am from the silence of the daylight and the light-hearted gossip in the gloomy night,

From the scary bogeyman feeding on innocent children and malicious vampires feeding on human blood

I am from Buddhism of virtuous bonzes and esoteric sutras.

I am from a tiny countryside that is nourishing in fresh mackerel and tasty tofu.

From the AK-47 skillfully handled by my grandfather in Vietnam War, the delicate hand my mother swiftly moves on the tailoring machine, and the sharp eyes my father is watching over the upcoming train.

I am from long-age marriage that seems oblivious on the obscure black-and-white photographs of wedding day and appears to fade away in the middle-aged couple’s faces.

The substitute teacher (Limerick)

He tramped into the naive room

Mr.Humble he called with gloom

Had his belt tightened

Had pencils sharpened

Politely drew us dreary tombs.

Harry Potter (Acrostic Poem)

Harry, nourished by Muggle’s hand

Abandoned he feels in this barren land

Ready to unfold his nature

Rising against the Dark Lord- the Greater

Yet still green to be his rival.

Potter prepares for his deadly final

Obstacles arise, daunt his mind

Trembling he is to bear alone the fight

Thanks to his friends, he’s been stronger

Evil force brings the infamous slaughter

Raising from death but alive no longer.

Lord Of The Rings (Acrostic Poem)

Loyal and fearless, Frodo is

Oppressed by deep pain the mighty ring gives.

Relief Samwise brings, sharing risks

Devoted and knowing “Never give in”.

Of great importance is friendship

Flame of will together creating strength

To steel their minds, strengthen their belief

Help get through obstacles of intense strain

Evil forces from darkness haunt

Restless attempts are useless. Hope seems gone.

Inside dying will, tears might fall.

Numbness passes through, seizing their bold heart

Grim as they’re, wanting to succumb

Shall triumph come or apocalypse’s doomed?

Forrest Gump (Acrostic Poem)

Failure he was called for his witless brain.

Optimistism his mother gave though in vain

Raising her child a good-natured person

Rejected by his friends as a burden.

Emotions he felt strong for Jenny

Shattered when sharing her love for many

At length underground her heart was buried.

Gump’s suffered many distressing pains

Unhappy he was but smile still remained

Marriage was only an expensive thing.

Past was Jenny in; another Gump could think.

The Innocent (Haiku)

Naive rhino rests

Leaning on his mother’s head

Not knowing harsh men.

Last Breath (Haiku)

Cold as darkness is

Weary and stuck among trees

Eyes closed, I am free.

Trapped (Faux Poe Poem)

Once upon a midnight dreary, I felt like a stuck prisoner

In the dark room, glanced at the gloomy moon, weary and depressed.

Suddenly a speck of dust soared, sneaking through the sturdy locked door

Strangely it caught, captivating my mind. I have myself possessed

Sweetly it breathed, “Don’t worry. He won’t be seethed”. How I am blessed!

Not knowing I’m holding death.

Yet all at once, present was the Count, glaring at us with red eyes

As the shapeless but enchanting woman almost bit my throat.

“He is mine,” the Count defied, slamming her against the solid wall

And thrilling me with intense terrors - I felt losing my soul

Finished as I was - only appalling smiles of ghastly ghosts

Darkness, death, and haunting toll.

Trapped (Another Trap - Sonnet)

They come to the zoo, feeling happier

With well-cleant, secured animals they play

Gently cared by good-natured zoo-keepers

Paid duty complete in a serious way.

Sometimes they forget feeding their children

Who act overly starving for few weeks.

Again they come, seeing no difference

Looking, watching, hearing wild creatures speak

Then distract, tempt them with their unspoiled scraps

Tear falls, surprise reacts through barred cages

Nature’s pleading, crying for being trapped

In a place prevailed by human faces?

Trapping for pleasure seems perfectly fine

Animals and humans appear alike.

Dear Lover (Sonnet)

My hand unseen in gleaming light at night

Is still intact before the adult’s life,

Yet skilful to show you the words of mine

That might enchant and catch your gorgeous eyes.

A girl whose hands are cool and delicate,

Unlike the rough and withered hands of hands,

Unlike the bloody ones when killers slay!

And with the bare and youthful feet of man,

Shall I proceed the ends of this whole globe

To taste its sweetness and extend my sight

So that see I inside there’d be no hope

To try without that person side by side.

Can it be like the colourless snow days

When empty-minded eagle’s lost its way?