tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84723203669118499452011-04-21T12:19:48.816-07:00I 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.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-52080164894873989792008-12-18T17:37:00.000-08:002009-02-23T07:35:42.964-08:00<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_TtbdbW60Ysc/SXIFkx646LI/AAAAAAAAAeY/dylbUgNcSMI/s720/IMG_0637.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_TtbdbW60Ysc/SXIFkx646LI/AAAAAAAAAeY/dylbUgNcSMI/s720/IMG_0637.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_TtbdbW60Ysc/ST_Tjx6HBPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yg9rmRdXV9s/s720/IMG_0637.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><p><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://s2.photo.store.qq.com/http_imgload.cgi?/rurl4_b=678d6919470cf0dc0af7697e78b8f9f7a8d85fa8171bf48b7b1d145eef7d159b5fdec24f6e4b6e9c10430b72de94563a7979524314bd6af2f985fe3aeaf448b4e1e4d45c3967ec79df05834a59089dc04c25451b"></a></p><p></p><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div><br /><br /><br /> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The aged hamlet was solitude in deep fall, </div><div><br /><br /><br />Cold rill brought red leaves and abandoned houses.<br /><br /><br /><br />Foliage of apricot was dancing with the wind off the wall,<br /><br /><br /><br />Bald twigs were waving toward the sky, lonely and sorrow.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-5208016489487398979?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-44749299870282866832008-12-11T19:52:00.001-08:002008-12-18T17:43:16.471-08:00<p align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtbdbW60Ysc/SUHgK5k8x4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/jb8OsNGNsJY/s1600-h/DSC03071.jpg"></a> </p><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Sitting in idle by the ocean,and fishing,</p><br /><br /><p>The cloud was so thick, and high.</p><br /><br /><p>Autumn fishes were breathing bubble strings,</p><br /><br /><p>While salty wind was ocean waves breezing.</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtbdbW60Ysc/SUHgK5k8x4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/jb8OsNGNsJY/s1600-h/DSC03071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278746716114044802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtbdbW60Ysc/SUHgK5k8x4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/jb8OsNGNsJY/s200/DSC03071.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-4474929987028286683?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-20685215987729965192008-09-09T02:26:00.000-07:002008-09-09T02:27:31.880-07:00Cruising high up sky<br />Got dragged down to lie<br />Unable I’m to cry<br />What a wondering life<br /><br />The somber tears knock<br />My heart soften got<br />Picky I was not<br />Passion chains me lock<br /><br />High dreams’ been haunting<br />My mind’s been blasting<br />Life’s in high believing<br />Seldom lower staring<br /><br />My mind is high<br />Low be my life<br />Either low or high<br />I combine bitter smile<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-2068521598772996519?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-25497165930398600052008-08-21T18:37:00.000-07:002008-08-21T18:38:54.903-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><em>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.</em></span><br /><br />The poor old lady<br />Sitting there all the day<br />Filthy dirty dressing on<br />Stinky smell surrounding air<br /><br />Heedless people walking by<br />Slimy dog threatens vile<br />No body of you cares<br />Poor old lady dies<br /><br />What is it that you<br />Write on the ground<br />Careless of all around<br />Is it what you ponder<br /><br />People frown you upon<br />Parry you carefully from<br />Once happily born<br />Loveless living torn<br /><br />Poor little lady<br />By the corner sit<br />Is it all your fault<br />Or so cruel the world<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-2549716593039860005?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-74407184213020538302008-08-17T09:11:00.000-07:002008-08-17T09:12:11.638-07:00Together, plain as it seemed to others<br />When you casually spoke out.<br />And neither of us dare imagine,<br />Inside our heart grows love.<br /><br />Together, zeal were aroused,<br />In kissing to and fro between.<br />I uttered your shining eyes I love,<br />You said you love being with me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-7440718421302053830?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-40255037850965517282008-07-07T22:00:00.000-07:002008-07-07T22:07:46.986-07:00What makes me thinking? <br />And what makes me being? <br />Being is to thinking? <br />Or thinking is being? <br /><br />What will be a being, <br />if without thinking? <br />And what makes thinking <br />a right being? <br /><br />Thinking and seeking, <br />Being and becoming. <br />Life is torturing <br />You to be happy. <br /><br />Forgetting and forgiving <br />Forever echoing <br />Peaceful dying <br />Forever thinking.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-4025503785096551728?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-56643215960778497672008-06-30T23:12:00.000-07:002008-06-30T23:13:45.745-07:001. Whenever you fight with her, it is your fault<br />2. When you think it might be her fault, reread rule 1<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-5664321596077849767?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-63602476336223239062008-06-30T23:01:00.000-07:002008-06-30T23:03:03.485-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Could not recall since when the word symphony and the music form came into to my life. But I do start to go to the concert hall more often.<br />The word, symphony, echoes another beautiful one, harmony, which indicates the essence of the music form. When instruments with differences so evident in tone and tempo start to sound simultaneously, you feel heartquaked. The musicians are so dedicated and devoted, and the audiences are embraced by the devotion and harmony. They are like drifting above the waves of music going high and low. The resonance of instruments sweeps everything off your mind. It takes you to a kingdom of total freedom and imagination. Your blood boils at the peak of a movement. You are shock like by electricity. And you want to move with the music.<br />You fall into symphony and you get to know more. sonata, concerto, allegro, adagio, etc. And you may definitely get to know another beautiful word, philharmonic. This word is formed by two parts, phil-, meaning love, and harmonic. So the meaning of the word is apparent: love harmony. To love music is to love harmony, the harmony of a single instrument, the harmony of all instruments playing at the same time.<br />Go to the concert hall more often, get to know more about symphony and deeper into harmony.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-6360247633622323906?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-71292817047280843852008-06-30T22:55:00.001-07:002008-06-30T22:55:32.968-07:00My love for you doubles each day,<br />Do you ever know<br />My little elf?<br /><br />Insane we went for each other,<br />Though fight we had<br />The loving-you fight!<br /><br />Our love grows,<br />In peace,<br />And zeal,<br />Even in tears, caring tears.<br /><br />Tight we are bond to each other,<br />Here and there<br />Nothing can us part<br /><br />For the love that’s bonding,<br />Endlessly doubles<br />And our lives embraces.<br /><br />My life in you doubles each day,<br />Do you ever know<br />My little elf?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-7129281704728084385?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-28853906228154075112008-06-30T22:54:00.000-07:002008-06-30T22:55:02.377-07:00Before, your hands I touch meticulously,<br />Mystery and wonder<br />They give<br /><br />Now, your hands I hold passionately,<br />Warm and zeal<br />They feel<br /><br />What before to now delivers,<br />One may wonder.<br />Yet searching<br />Not easy to answer<br /><br />Touching your hands I desire<br />Holding them I dire.<br />Melting they my heart.<br />Before and now and forever!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-2885390622815407511?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472320366911849945.post-16732149287387703242008-06-30T22:53:00.000-07:002008-06-30T22:54:25.745-07:00Careful!<br />This letter will be on fire! <br />Passion, will love be burning thy!<br /><br />Behold!<br />Seeds of uneasiness have been grown,<br />In the soil, beneath the sea, high on sky!<br /><br />Walking in thoughts of thou,<br />Desperate so.<br />Dreaming in world of thou,<br />Deep in fascination.<br /><br />Oceans blowing breeze,<br />Roads taking my breath.<br />Thou art stealing,<br />My heart and possess.<br /><br />Letter of fire,<br />Love in dire.<br /><br />Burn, burn with fire, with thunder!<br />Burn into thy eyes, thy soul!<br />Smash the rocks,<br />Break the walls!<br /><br />Spread the wing,<br />Soar up high.<br />Together we fly,<br />In the sky we tie.<br /><br />Letter of love,<br />Burn with fire.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472320366911849945-1673214928738770324?l=poembynonenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07820838456176215885noreply@blogger.com0