Tag Archives: Poetry
A Shadow that Became, My, Twin, a Poem
On the shame that one feels, of the wrongdoings, wrong deeds one had, committed, that guilty conscience still gnawed! Translated… A Shadow that Became, My, Twin Repeated My Actions, Until Until You Became, Me in Form Dreaming of the Death … Continue reading
Father, Remembered, a Poem
How wisdoms come with, age, translated… The Moments that Felt Too Real Came & Went I’d Owned, Too Many to, Count Those Features After the Rain The Hills in the Memories The Species of Locally-Grown Mangoes The Tracks of the … Continue reading
The Generations, a Poem
All in the, same boat together, sharing this, period of time that we’re, currently, living in right now, translated… This Generation. The Fathers, Men. Crashed into One Another Then, Started, Burning The Generations. Soldiers, Revolutionaries. Turned Themselves into Torches And … Continue reading
The Point of Magic
We learn, by being curious about our external environment, by asking questions about things that are enigmatic to us, translated… His Tiny Farm House & Field, His Dog, His Own Self & His Homesickness Contained, All Inside that Abandoned Huge … Continue reading
Memo
What you want to leave behind when you go, a poem, on legacies, translated… My Past, My Future All Had the Memos of the Reminders of My Life The Loose-Leaf Binding, Allowing for Flipping Through at Any Time That Year … Continue reading
Microlifts of the Bans, a Poem
On how just because the epidemic is slowed down somewhat, we still, should not, get too comfortable, and start to, relax, because as the last time showed, we relax, then, the epidemic hit harder than before! Translated… Based Off of … Continue reading
Baby, a Poem
The wisdoms of children, how the adults can’t, EVER get it back, everything that’s been lost, long, long, long, ago, translated… It is not Gender-Specified Yet Gender Bares, No Meaning to It Can’t Pretend to be Shy Or to be … Continue reading
Waiting for Future, a Poem
On how the future is, INEVITABLE! Translated… Future is in the Tick-Tocking of the Clocks Maybe You Can’t Hear it, is the Sound it’s Making An End, of a, Beginning? You Passed Through that Multi-Colored Springtime You Saw the Shades … Continue reading
The Ocean, Filled with Tears, for Those Whose Lives Were Lost on the Taroko Train Accident
Eulogizing, memorializing, the lives that were, lost, in the train accident, translated… The Tears Filled up the Oceans The Winds Kept Coming in from the Pacific Kept Calling All of Your Names Aloud Don’t Forget the Way Home, on the … Continue reading