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Elegy For a Dying Culture

Our heritage vanishing
Before us it's diminishing.
Stolen from us in broad daylight,
In hopes of better tomorrow we delight
While in ruins our yesterday lies,
As vices thrive and culture dies.
Bleeding from blade of modernization.
Oh! Can't we see its colonization?

Though not based on our geography,
But it's aimed at our philosophy.
Built on sheer deluded logics
To corrupt morals and destroy ethics.
Like predator scavenging at seaside,
Awaiting her preys as it tides.
Yet calmly we swim the bloody pool,
Oh! Aren’t we tired playing the fool?

While traditions plead for rescue,
It's a pity we have no clue:
Mother tongues in oblivion,
Lost and exiled by western Albion.
We've sacrificed chastity
On alter of insanity.
Decency lost to the dogs,
Shattered in pieces by western logs.
Respect traded for shame
At the shop of white man’s fame.
Oh! Shall the culture we despise today
Be our treasure hunt someday?
From dawn to dusk culture cries,
In tearful days it slowly dies.

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Nature Turn Sour

In the beginning,
The flowers blossom
In summers and dance always
In playful gesture at buzzing noises
Of bees that never get wary
Of playing the happy music
To cheer the hospitable host.

The flowers never worried
Of winter their natural spell,
For there will always be
Other summers to welcome the bees.
For all was perfect at inception,
An Eden we had and we gladly
Toil the pastures and later
Gather the plenty harvest.

Man later grew wiser
Then nature gets poorer,
Trees were cut down
To make man a shelter
To make the birds unsheltered,
And make the earth uncovered.

Man’s greedy wants of conquests,
Tussling in the quest for power.
We’ve made shells and cannons
To fall all that stands our way.
Our bombs are nuclear and deadly
To guide the home we live.
The bleeding earth keeps weeping
Of ruins we’ve brought on her.
Her unending raining tears,
Flooding our fields and barns.

For we’ve changed the course of nature,
And made a void in structure,
Then we shout a cry of tensions
Of ozone layer depletions.
Like pains of radioactivity,
After our wars have ended
At the end of nuclear activities.

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My Wonder Pen

I've found a voice in my pen,
A calm song in my ears.
Melodious notes sounding gently,
To the cool rhythm from heartbeat.
Clearly audible to the listening eyes.

This sharp pointed mouth of mine,
First with a letter it starts,
Then a word, line, then a page.
On and on it goes.
Strolling with a sole of blue ink,
Making footprints on my book.

With fine eloquence it speaks,
In critical prose and emotional poetry.
Helping my stammering lips
To say that my tongue slows to say,
With hope that the echo is always heard
After a long time it stops to speak.

Then when it's done after a full stop,
In admiration and surprise
At such huge a task by this tiny pen,
My eyebrows raised, my mouth widely open.
Ready to speak for the first time,
Saying "what a wonder pen".

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Job the Phoenix

The 
yearnings 
and 
groanings 
of 
afflicted 
Job,
Echoing 
in 
the 
silence 
of 
boredom 
and 
loneliness,
A 
melancholic 
and 
sober 
music,
Giving 
sweet 
and 
beautiful 
tone,
Only 
to 
the 
ears 
of 
his 
listeners.

A 
reminiscence 
he 
thought,
Perhaps 
will 
relieve 
his 
pains.
Used 
to 
be 
the 
best
For 
once 
upon 
a 
time,
Once 
a 
valued 
gold
But 
now 
a 
cast 
out 
stone.
The 
only 
thing 
left 
to 
brag
Now 
but 
left 
in 
the 
past.

Lamenting 
at 
the 
corner 
of  
confusion,
Crying 
foul 
on 
matters 
of 
his 
affliction,
Asking 
the 
same 
puzzling 
questions,
Over 
and 
over 
again,
Though 
rhetorical 
but 
expecting 
answers,
Why 
do 
the 
righteous 
suffer? 

Then 
out 
came 
the 
thundering 
voice,
Able 
to 
scare 
the 
bravest,
But 
comfort 
to 
Job 
the 
weakest.
The 
consoling 
words 
of 
supreme 
God 
of 
Job,
Puting 
an 
end 
to 
all 
his 
woes.

There 
is 
hope 
for 
a 
seed,
Though 
it 
be 
dead 
in 
the 
soil,
But 
out 
of 
mysteries 
will 
sprout 
out,
Blooming 
proudly 
with 
new 
kinds
In 
thousands, 
millions 
and 
billions,
Just 
like 
a 
phoenix 
rebirth 
out 
of 
its 
doom. 

Plot: 
The 
poem 
is 
based 
on 
the 
biblical 
character 
of 
Job 
whose 
fortune 
was 
restored 
after 
he 
has 
lost 
everything 
including 
family 
out 
of 
the 
verge 
of 
complete 
hopelessness.