Poem #3 9/28/11

Ode to Sayuri

Life's been harsh,

since you were young.

Still you're lucky

when true love you've found.

I were with you every step you took,

'till to the Chairman, you brought yourself close.

I cried with you from the old theater,

but after Cruel Rain, I felt better.

Though I feared the tears are Pumpkin's,

comfort came when you were caught sleeping.

How I wish to find my Chairman,

I wonder when will my shaved ice cherry finally come.



(inspired by Memoirs of a Geisha)

Poem #2 9/28/11

Across the park walks a couple,

thought they brought with them a parasol.

Remembered Japan as they hobble,

with this weather it is possible.

Though its just because of a geisha's memoirs,

I can still feel Sayuri's remorse.

It only proves I don't just read,

my soul also these books feed.

Poem #1 9/28/11

It was most of the times troublesome.

Half of tis existence, problematic.

It was before the envy of many.

It is now jealous and envious.

It was happy and gay during its tender years.

Now cries and sobs it only hears.

Then, it hopes for luxuries.

Now it yearns for peace.

Before it wishes for more.

Today it wants less.

Less chaos.

Less conflicts.

Less obstacles --my life.