Midnight Writer

One of those nights when
The mind wanders off to
Unknown world,
Searching and pursuing
The hero weaving the story

Outside, the rain weeps for
His tragic journey as the
Thunder roars, accusing her for lying
The shadow in the dark vindicates,
Unlike the lying politician,
She’s an artist at words

Liar or artist, she doesn’t care,
Following her harmless passion
The keyboard clicks into the
Wee hours of the night
And time fly away
Turning her hair gray

Two Faces of Worry

Worry, it is a leech that sucks the
Life out of the spirit

It has two faces
One that is short-term and benign
Even beneficial
The other, long and malicious,
Gnaws happiness, sneaky
When off guard in the
Darkest days

Try to resist it
Replace it with
Optimism yet
It lingers then
Persists

Time passes, so does the stubborn one,
Leaving irreparable dents in beatitude
Forever stolen are the wasted days

Day Lily

Proud of her unique orange
enjoys every minute of her day,
Being aware of her brief stay
Flirts with breeze while sunbathing

Forgives the wild creature
That knocked down her petals
with the grace of preacher

She’s worked diligently for this day of
Glorious bloom, precious
Ephemeral

When her time comes around
She bids farewell to all
Meet her petals and dreams
Of infinite life-streams

 

Mediocre Poet

Your words may be dry as an old man’s danders
But they resonate like water drops in a deep cavern,
For they are expressed with passion
Unlike a hypocrite’s words in flash fashion

Your mediocre words are ripples
On a calm lake, for they speak truly
Superior than greedy, dishonest tongue
Of a hoity-poity critic who calls you idiot

Don’t shrink in embarrassment by the
Self-inviting reviewer’s mordacious tongue
Write more ordinary poems
Till the vocabulary blooms

(Note:  Poems and blooms don’t rhyme.  I’d call it false-rhyme because they sound somewhat similar. 🙂  )

 

Thoughts on Critiques and Tense

About book critiques:  I would not trust critiques written on book covers.  There are several types of critiques:  self-opnionated ones; dishonest ones; sweet ones; trustworthy ones; plain laughable ones.  So, I usually ignore them, and just dive into reading the book.

Which one is better, books written in present tense or past tense?  Of course, regardless a book’s quality, it really depends on writers’ choice for his or her book.  If a writer thinks that present tense is a better fit for his or her book, it should be written in present tense, or vice versa.

Usually I like books written in past tense.  Books written in present tense, however, give you a sense of immediateness of the story, which is why some writers choose the method for her or his book.  When I want present tense for my book I would only use it for the first paragraph or first chapter, and then switch to the past tense for the rest of the story.

Rain (my favorite childhood poem)

I will go
To the pond
To draw circles
I will go
To the pond  –Author’s name forgotten

As I grew older the rain became my alter ego. And the pond, the world I live in.
Regretfully, I drew circles that had no ripples.  That’s okay.  Who says I have to?  After all, the roads I’ve taken for the destination are important too.

While trying and failing and trying again, I learned lessons and matured and still growing, calmly accepting reality.  A wise man once said that we live in our desire rather than in our success.

Family Walk

Family hikes along the trail

Higher they go, rougher the road

Not a bit discouraged to climb

Even the arduous hill

Just to be together

With timeless ardor

The hill echoes the lovers’ voices

Embracing them in her bosom

With ancient-beauty, fresh-blossom

Her sweet June-breath in the air