My Secret

I am supposed to be dead. I should not exist here. But I do.
Nobody can see me. Nobody knows me. Even you might not know. That is just the way I am.

I want to tell you my secret, but I am too afraid to confess it.

I always resided within people. Everyone knew me, felt me, and had me. Even though no one could see me, I was their beaming smiles. I was their grateful tears. I was their ambitious dreams. I was their comfort and relief. I was their lifelines, waiting for anyone to grasp.
Whenever people faced hardships, they sought me. They would remember me and continue on with their lives. Even the ones in great affliction felt better after finding me. However, things changed.
People started becoming more greedy and competitive. They craved for materialistic wealth and envied the ones who had obtained fame and popularity. I was not important. I was not good enough. I could not motivate them anymore. What they needed was not me, but tangible objects that satisfy their voracious appetites for being better than the others. Gradually, I was forgotten among the people.

Centuries elapsed, and the people arrived at the point of Apocalypse. I wanted to help them by blowing courage into their hearts, because I knew that they could still survive if they worked together with me. Unfortunately, nobody could hear my voice, a feint cry buried in the midst of fights. In the end, a round spaceship filled with some men flew to a new location, and the unlucky individuals sadly deceased in the Apocalypse.
I went to greet the new people, who would trace a new course of history as the second generation. However, I was not welcomed. Indeed, they tried to obliterate me by shutting the doors in their minds. It was simply absurd; why would they try to get rid of me when I came to soothe their minds and guide them to start afresh?

I realized that I was a stranger to the people, an alien that intruded their land. It was a sorrowful result of people's greed. They did not look forward to their future, and they did not try to stay positive. They were  in the quest of better lives than each other. When I tried to help them out, they pushed me away then chased after me with fuming anger. Hunted down by the debris of greed, I absconded away.
Now I am all alone, stricken by fear and lost in darkness. I ask you: will you recognize me, or are you one of the people?

Come closer. So that I can whisper my secret into your curious ears.
Hope. That is my name.

Movie - "Poems of Nature"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CralHMAzfc

Crashing Waves

The day lights up like a burning torch inside dark caves
calm ripples get ready for soaring and crashing waves.

Sunlights explode and spew out like a party champaign
Spirit of ruffled sea flows into crashing waves.

Carved through the path of time, tracing across golden sand
the endless shores are shaped, sparkling in crashing waves.

No other forces shall refresh or kindle my soul
more than the power and grace of ocean's crashing waves.

Bound in dance with the moon, an icy mass of glow, are
rising up to tap on star-specked night - the crashing waves.

Accident

Colossal ship travels on calm ocean
as pitch-black ink oozes out - a toxic potion
trickling down, down, ready to slaughter
menacingly disperse into crystal water.

Sea remains oblivious, gulping in
the fluid that silently coats the delicate skin
of innocent beings; once warm, peaceful bay
turns cold with a scent of death, as lives melt away.

As it penetrates into organs of otters, seals
and suffocates coral reefs, humanity feels
nothing; next day, news talks about the tragic
accident - is it, really, an accident?

Rain

There comes the soft rain and the smell of the ground -
angry tears that drip down amidst the smoke
washing away misery with its drizzling sound.

Chopping continues as more chainsaws surround
the lake of mangroves when the chirping crickets choke
there comes the soft rain and the smell of the ground.

The rootless trunks are stacked on a mound
to be thrown into dancing flames, as they invoke
washing away misery with its drizzling sound.

Mangroves shrivel into ashes, and workers pound
their fists, gulping down beers and cackling, as frogs croak
there comes the soft rain and the smell of the ground.

Souls of deceased trees have left a painful wound
on nature; the rain begins to fall from the gray cloak
washing away misery with its drizzling sound.

And nature watches men perish, never to be found
Slowly sinking into opaque waters, whispers spoke
there comes the soft rain and the smell of the ground
washing away misery with its drizzling sound.


This poem was inspired by Sara Teasdale's There Will Come Soft Rains

The Sun

Sleepy dawn hemmed in chilly air

taps on the lighthouse as people stare

at the very eastern point of the vast sky
where a golden orb rises fast up high
to begin the day with a magnificent flare.

Oh, how I wish I was like the red sun
Bright and lively, a scarlet flower
reaching out to warm me, whose mind
is only a rumpled sea, without power
that shimmers with tears under the light.

As I stand on the hills to greet my hero
relaxed and easy, floats over horizon
streaming upward on its heavenly ray
is the shining sun that opens the day
for me to start anew with glory and joy.

Alaskan Winter

Mountains showered in snow
suck in frosty air.
Peaks aloft
race to the sky.
Wind blusters
and whacks an eagle.
Craggy icebergs

a lazy float - 

and next to them,

A caribou shivers
its magnificent antlers.

At night,
when every life
is asleep

Deep green and navy
aurora
drifts along the night.

Swallowtail

It is a misty dawn, dew drops glisten
on fresh green leaves where a chrysalis hangs
with its button of silk, fragile but strong.
Charcoal clouds slither over morning air
pour down Stygian rains, lashing branches and
twigs that quiver in tempest erupting.
Thunderstorm recedes and seven feint lights
a rainbow over the fading billow
shyly appears to commence a warm spring.
Flowers pop, burst, and bloom as seeds scatter
everywhere red berries are juicy ripe
trees welcome soft breeze - chrysalis twitches.
The tiny cocoon yawns and stretches then
crack! Out goes a leg, body, two bright wings -
a swallowtail soars up to sunny sky
flaps its webbed wings to perch on pink petals.

Bachalpsee

Near peaceful town of Grindelwald

a peak of Alps high and steep

befriended with azure splendor - 

stands lonely the Bachalpsee

none shall fathom its beauty.

Formless icy mass of chill

a mirror, so pellucid

a glacier, so tranquil

stands lonely the Bachalpsee

none shall fathom its beauty.

Blue petals rotated around

the stem that elegantly sits

on gravels and khaki grasses

stands lonely the Bachalpsee

none shall fathom its beauty.

As center, holds life in peace

Flowers here, snowy hills there

Tacitly does its duty of nature

stands lonely the Bachalpsee

none shall fathom its beauty.

Footsteps come, footsteps go

Scale the mountains and vast lands

but no one looks at the silent lake

stands lonely the Bachalpsee

none shall fathom its beauty.

Spring, Summer, Fall

Charming petals lure
bees buzzing and flapping wings

Thrilled to hunt honey.

Ripples curl and swish
crash against rocks lying on shore
frothing and slapping sand.

This way and that way

sways and blows against cool breeze -

tree greeting the fall.

Autumn Sky

It sways in air with its elegant glow

Painted in deep blue and sprayed with feint white

The crisp September wind begins to blow

And freshens my room bathed in warm sunlight.

Soon the brightest star of all rises high

Its dazzling rays stretch across the town

Blinding tendrils brush aside morning sky
and shine, dressed in velvety orange gown.

With the curtain of dusk descending on land

Silvery moon shyly unveils its beauty 

Summoned stars embroider the sky with strands

Gentle snores resonate in streets, performed tutti.

Here in a meadow I stand very small,

Silhouetted in the picture of a night fall.

Metaphor

A Metaphor is used to convey a complex idea using few words.


1. He is a lamppost, standing all alone on an empty street, solemnly illuminating the darkness.
2. Her garden is a forest, decorated with all sorts of remarkably beautiful plants and trees.
3. His mouth was the size of a cantaloupe slice when he received an A on his summative assignment.
4. Her inner intestines writhed and growled whenever she saw bleeding carcasses; she could not endure the disgusting scene.
5. The souls of young children are like the autumn sky; they are so deep and clear.
6. He was a fuming train with vapors coming up from his head.
7. She was lost in the midst of a labyrinth, unable to grasp any of the teacher's words.
8. His body was a giant vibrating phone; he was so thrilled and anticipated about the date with Emma Watson.
9. Alaska was a heaven; uncontaminated nature and innocent people made up a cozy community, just perfect for anybody to live.
10. She was the sun; she was always bright no matter what problem or obstacle she faced, smiling and saying, 'I am happy that the situation didn't get worse'.

The Star

The night air was deadly cold and the wind was like a flat blade of ice. The sky was a cloudless black, except for the moon, shimmering with pale light. The icy mass of darkness reigned over the town. Suddenly, a brilliant speck of light appeared in the sky. The star, or perhaps, some kind of an object, began to increase in size, illuminating the dusk. Immediately growing to the height of a lamppost standing by, it landed on the ground with a thud. As the stunning light deceased, it unveiled its form; it was a round spaceship, with checkered wings jutting out from the sides. A violet fume arose from the top with a puff, and a door appeared. With a creak, the door opened, and there was an elf-sized creature. The creature was rather eerie; its skin was a mixture of olive and emerald hue, its ears were twice as long as an average human's ears, and its snout reminded of a boar with protruding teeth. The most sinister part of all, however, was its giant eyes, wide with curiosity and nervousness. The creature hopped out, munching and growling. It quickly looked asides, as if to check there was nobody who would attack him. Then it saw a house at the end of a winding road, which was flashing with different colors. Lured by the flamboyant lights, it galloped across the snow-white ground to the house.
The house was having a party, celebrating a girl's 20th birthday. A dance party was going on inside the girl's home, and a huge disco ball on the ceiling was casting rainbow colors. Girls with sparkling dresses and boys with sleek suits were carousing and prancing around, warmed up by the bottles of beers. The creature was inside, and hopping around, was befuddled by the tall, raucous humans. Where are the men in inflated astronaut attires? The creature thought. Too drunk and busy having fun, people did not seem to notice the mysterious creature at all. Rolling its eyes sideways rapidly, the creature vigorously searched for its gem. That was its whole purpose of being sent to Earth all the way from Mars: to retrieve the gem that was stolen by humans in spacesuits. Creatures in Mars believed that the gem's power held everything in place, such as the stars and the planets. They believed that without the gem in Mars, the order in nature would be destroyed soon and the universe would return to chaos. The creature checked every inch of the leathery carpet floor, hissing and sniffing. It peered into a room with snoring people drenched in alcohol. It examined another room with all sorts of gourmet desserts that was crowded with munching and crunching people. It squinted at hallways where couples were tightly attached to each other, hands clasped. No matter how hard it searched, it did not catch a glimpse of the gem. Then, the party atmosphere suddenly turned quiet. The birthday girl had walked up to a podium. And there it was, right in the middle of the girl's necklace that was gracefully hanging down over her velvety dress, the gem.
As the creature had imagined, the gem was beautiful; glistening navy liquid was swaying inside a crystal case. Excited, it stealthily crawled over the floor so that nobody would hear its rustle and scream at its strange appearance. Fortunately, the girl's booming voice on microphone had grasped the attention of the people. The creature reached the wooden podium, and looked up at the girl.
"... and I would like to thank Connor, my dearest brother and a spectacular NASA astronaut, who has given me this diamond, the most beautiful gem I have ever seen in my life."
The girl took out her necklace and lifted it up for the audience. A cheering roar of whistles bursted out from everywhere, and clapping sounds rang through the house. The creature waited. As it had wished, the girl put down her necklace on the podium. Swiftly, it pulled down the chain of the necklace, securely held the gem in his wide-stretched fingers, and paved its way through the feet of bustling crowds.
As soon as it was outside the house, the creature scurried to its spaceship, cackling with joy and relief. Even the shivery snow and frosty ground could not stop it from smiling with happiness. It did not know, however, that it had left its triangular footprints on the snow.
When it reached its vehicle, it jumped up to the door and started the engine. Once again, the ship began to brighten, and eventually to a degree where eyes would hurt to stare. The spaceship flew up, and ascending, grew smaller and smaller, and finally, disappeared into the darkness.

Noon in Sahara

Fiery sun ablaze
fries land of golden powder
sizzling each grain.

Arid, sandy wind
blows across the barren land
ravaged by humans.

Amber Fennec fox
sprints silently and softly
scavenging for food.

Rasps fill sultry air -
scaly swishing tails swagger
and bulging eyes stare.

Bulky green cactus
covered with delicate spikes
stands lonely and dry.

Drip, drop, and drizzle.
Long-awaited tears from sky
shed to thirsty lands.

6 Word Story

1. The service ritual continues senselessly, uselessly.

2. Tiny, fragile magnolia bends, then leaps.

3. Turning white from green, ground cries.