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Michael Chen Poem
Oh, how I love a good laugh,
To chase away fears and all of my past.
My stomach hurts and I can't breathe,
And through the pain I know I have to grieve
Humor, it warms my soul,
It's like a sunrise in the morning snow.
It lifts my spirit and makes me feel free,
And reminds me just how lucky I can be!
So when life gets tough,
Or the world seems too much,
And I feel like I can't go on,
I'll turn to humor and have a good laugh,
To carry me through until the sun shines on!
Copyright © Michael Chen | Year Posted 2023
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Michael Chen Poem
In the shadow of the night, a woman stands,
Her eyes, as chilly as the winter's winds,
Her hand raised high, a sword in her hand,
Her face, a mask of pure malice.
She towers over a man, his body on a bed,
A red river flowing out of his neck,
He struggles in desperation, trying to save himself,
A killing slice, one filled with hatred.
But there is more to this scene than meets the eye,
The man she has slain is no ordinary foe,
He is Holofernes, the leader of the Assyrians,
A warlord known for his savagery and vileness.
And the woman, grasping the blade,
Is Judith, a widow, a young survivor,
And she shall not rest until he is dead,
For he has brought only suffering to her and her land.
Copyright © Michael Chen | Year Posted 2023
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Michael Chen Poem
Life is like a field.
You reap what you sowed in it,
whether good or bad.
Copyright © Michael Chen | Year Posted 2023
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