Long Develope Poems
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You both my sweet heart,
Always loved me apart,
Really you shine like a star,
Which always reminds me the smile of art,
Whenever I am leaving for a long depart.
You both my sweet heart,
Trained me really hard, to live smart,
Now I am feeling alone,
Just because your love left me apart,
I really regret, why I am at a long depart!
You both my sweet heart,
Why did you always scolded, always shouted,
I cried, I screamed and suddenly thought,
Soon the answer comes out,
You both just wanted me to develope and make that mistake get out!
You both my sweet heart,
You worked really hard,
Wherever I am there,
Wherever I am standing here,
Is just because you my love.
You my mom,
You my dad,
Who is the third one to be my sweet heart,
I love you! I miss you!
And really want to leave this long depart for you.
2025.03.06
Dear God,
I humbly kneeled in front of you.
Please blessed and protected me.
I have lived many years,
Why did I develope this feelings?
To someone who had heart of coals.
I wished I could resolve and remove,
All the emotional pain,
And stick to my single life's plan.
Tomorrow will be another day again,
From sun rises to sun sets.
All I want is to remember how to forget,
That would be the best solution.
Time will pass and heal all wounds.
But how soon, indeed how soon.
There was a saying in one of my language,
To an old husband, young wife was liked heaven.
To an old wife, young husband meant payments.
Amen.
Troi cao co thau,
Cuoi xin nguoi ban phuoc cho doi con.
Qua bao tuoi doi.
Moi gap duoc nguoi minh men yeu.
Thuong nho yeu chieu.
Nho nhung doan truong xot da,
Uoc gi co the to ra,
Dem long nho thuong nguoi dan nuoc la,
Roi thoi gian cung se troi qua
Moi tinh lan dan suot cuot doi ta.
Trot yeu nguoi khong yeu minh
Chi la gay dan cuoc tinh gian do.
Yeu chi cho kho doi ta.
Co le minh pham kiep dao hoa.
Co ngay no se troi qua
De duoc song mot minh thoi tha.
Chong gia vo tre la tien
Chong tre vo gia la tien bo ra
Lying still on the class room floor,
brown paper for a bottom sheet.
All the children were gathered round
and my outline was complete.
A cookie cutter girl was I
in bright black paten leather shoes;
with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse
of blue polka dotty hues.
Drawn silhouette, a paper doll,
not ashen as deaths cold harrow,
and I regret, my parents get
left Hiroshima's shadows.
Eight years gone the Rising Sun
was challenged in an earthy sky;
for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell
and two-hundred thousand people died
The Man of Steel, old Stalin
passed away in Russia this year;
the hot cold war was in full bloom
and our children hid in fear.
Beneath our desk tops we scrambled
as the shrill sirens shrieked away
the Committee of Five ruled Russia
and Khrushchev was on his way.
Dwight Ike was in the White House
as a veteran, he'd fought hard
the GI bill was now in affect
and bomb shelters filled our yards.
And little girls with ringlet curls
still made dollies on paper sheets;
while the doll shadows left by WWII
bombs blackened in Japan's streets.
*On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???
In the game of football, one may be
called for an infraction by the toss of a flag.
In basketball, there are whistles and 24 seconds to shoot.
In the sport of boxing, there is a clock and bell.
When I was a child, there was a game called 'marbles'.
In the game of marbles, initially, there was a line toward which each player tossed a marble to determine the first
to shoot his marble. There was an advantage to being the first shooter.
In the game of life, there are advantages and disadvantages, clocks, bells, flags, lines, and
Whistles. We are challenged by them. By them,
we may win or lose; grow and develope or
complain and allow them to control us.
May 2024, 2nd half of our six months friendship.
I realised I had developed feelings,
I was panic as well as excited.
I worried because deep down I knew,
There would not be anything past friendship.
I started to make excuses,
To stay away from you by not going to your 2nd home.
I pretended to do some special projects
That could only be performed at the MCC,
Indeed, I did. Piano and computer all to myself,
There was no need to ask for time extension and,
Plenty of music and songs to listen to.
It was sad I had to trade all that in,
So, I could hide my feelings.
There were struggling, to disclose my feelings
Or pretend nothing happening.
End of May, something happened to my place.
I went back to visit you at your 2nd home.
It started a close friendship.
We prepared and consumed food, after shopping.
We also shared our life stories.
For the next 6 weeks,
I relived my sweet sixteen and never been kissed.
With all the excitements and our amazing past life experiences.
You were always on my mind,
I constantly racked my brain to find,
Things that could keep you interested,
As a matter of fact, I think I succeeded.
I showed you small brown books,
Full of lyrics and poems in my languages.
I shared the Asian traditional cultures and beliefs,
Even the Imperial secret formula.
All ended on the 4th of August 2024,
The first day of Lunar Calendar spirit month.
Now, you are still on my mind,
Mingle with negative feelings.
What has actually happened to you and
What were you doing to me?
"I like you". You said that too,
I loved you, but not at all from you.
I loathe you and I will forget you.
That is for sure.
Holding rage in a cage,
I engage in the battle,
It rattles my inner space.
Emotions chase away the peace,
The beast is released,
The energy is peeking.
I'm tweeking out,
All I can do is shout,
Doubt and fear is all I hear.
I can't see clear,
Veering into the dark,
My spark grows dim.
Fighting him to get free,
I fumble around for the key,
While the energy envelopes me.
Rage helps develope me,
Into a being that can hold weight,
Caging the want to hate.
Feeling how I vibrate,
A warning of my mental state,
I know rage is at the gate.
Using the key I open the gate,
Now as a team we can operate,
Creating chaos to weather.
We're a dangerous tether,
It's with me forever,
It never meant to take control,
It was only the soul,
Seeking to be whole.