Saturday, October 27, 2012

Today By Violette Whyatt

Christmas Lights (Sheng Dan Cai Den)

Anything could happen,
Tomorrow is uncertain,
Yesterday are gone to Heaven,
Time passes by like summer rain.
Snatch the balls tossed to you,
Have fun with it while you may;
Make the most of today,
Handle things tomorrow may give in your way!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Wu Tian Bu Shang Xue (Five Days No School): October 17, 18, 19, 20, and 21, 2012

Five days no school,
Tom's schedule turns dull,
Piano, cello lessons are still on,
Practicing daily make learning profound.
Teachers enjoy a few day's break,
Students relax and feel great.
No need to wake up in the dark,
No worries if neighbor's dogs bark.
The weather remains fairly warm,
For days there's no thunder storm,
Rest, read, run, and play,
Cannot wait to go back to next school day.

Huiqin Yuan at Yangmen Nu Jiang


Thursday, October 11, 2012

I Hear An Army charging Upon The Land By James Joyce (1882-1941)

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Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees,
Arrogant, in black armor, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.
They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter,
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Changing, changing upon the heart as upon an anvil.
They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair,
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore,
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

Monday, October 8, 2012

Spent Talents


Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)


Deep in the meadow grass I dwell
and watch the geese taxing by,
and hear the swallow' chirping jingling high.
I chew the bitterness of losing a friend,
I inhale and exhale the clover blossom perfume,
While I unwind with thoughts of Victorian sigh,
Pleasant to be alone in isolated site,
as I touch leaves of aspen trees under which I hide.
Thus on this golden autumn morning,
with some close sentiments of mourning,
I've spent my talents five,
Scoping strength to honor those staying dive.