PoembynonEnglish

I write poems,mainly for the joy of my own.If they can also entertain others,that would be mostly exciting. Poems I write,are in English.Though I am a Chinese and not a native English speaker. I love Poem and English,as well as classical music and book reading.

2008年12月18日星期四

Color in deep Fall
















The aged hamlet was solitude in deep fall,



Cold rill brought red leaves and abandoned houses.



Foliage of apricot was dancing with the wind off the wall,



Bald twigs were waving toward the sky, lonely and sorrow.

2008年12月11日星期四

Fishing by the ocean



Sitting in idle by the ocean,and fishing,



The cloud was so thick, and high.



Autumn fishes were breathing bubble strings,



While salty wind was ocean waves breezing.




2008年9月9日星期二

High and low

Cruising high up sky
Got dragged down to lie
Unable I’m to cry
What a wondering life

The somber tears knock
My heart soften got
Picky I was not
Passion chains me lock

High dreams’ been haunting
My mind’s been blasting
Life’s in high believing
Seldom lower staring

My mind is high
Low be my life
Either low or high
I combine bitter smile

2008年8月21日星期四

Poor old lady

This morning I walked by a poor old lady dressed in filthy clothes sitting by the corner. People were just walking by heedlessly. A feeling of sympathy and sentiment came into my heart.

The poor old lady
Sitting there all the day
Filthy dirty dressing on
Stinky smell surrounding air

Heedless people walking by
Slimy dog threatens vile
No body of you cares
Poor old lady dies

What is it that you
Write on the ground
Careless of all around
Is it what you ponder

People frown you upon
Parry you carefully from
Once happily born
Loveless living torn

Poor little lady
By the corner sit
Is it all your fault
Or so cruel the world

2008年8月17日星期日

Together

Together, plain as it seemed to others
When you casually spoke out.
And neither of us dare imagine,
Inside our heart grows love.

Together, zeal were aroused,
In kissing to and fro between.
I uttered your shining eyes I love,
You said you love being with me.

2008年7月7日星期一

What makes me thinking?

What makes me thinking?
And what makes me being?
Being is to thinking?
Or thinking is being?

What will be a being,
if without thinking?
And what makes thinking
a right being?

Thinking and seeking,
Being and becoming.
Life is torturing
You to be happy.

Forgetting and forgiving
Forever echoing
Peaceful dying
Forever thinking.

2008年6月30日星期一

Love credo

1. Whenever you fight with her, it is your fault
2. When you think it might be her fault, reread rule 1