Trenton Passmore and Tom Woo,
Super Kids Day, Sangre Ridge Elementary School,
Our poetry picnic week 25 theme is: Military, Soldiers, Veterans, or poetry dealing with physical, mental, and emotional healing…
You have About less than a Week to work on this topic, submit to us and share any time, officials are taking a three week break, so come in when you have a moment to read or submit, we will never stop reading or encouraging you, as for posting here, we will start fresh again for Week 26 on March 1, 2012.....
Tom and Friends, at Tom's Birthday Party, Home...
While you are linking your entry to us, make sure to link your entries to Bradley’s blog at the same time (see the link below), Thanks in Advance!…Anti-war, Politics, etc. will not be acceptable.
Tom, Justin, and Sheng, Corpus Christi, Texas, 1999
A silent winter eve
Was stepping on sand
Moving along a running beach
Gazing two holding hand
Only they were known
Else everything was strange
That eve, sand was soft
And sun shined orange
Waves were calm
And water was cold
A sheer love was new
Else everything was old
She wanna hug
He wanna kiss
They wanna die with
They wanna die with
Their last lively bliss
They had less time
As life was near to end
Last minutes all together
They only wanna spend
They only wanna spend
In the sea of love
They took the last dive
They took the last dive
Their bodies are no more
But their Love is still alive.
I want to ravish you
But I’m afraid
I may fall in love with you
Or should I say deeper…
I no longer care about the outcome
I know that you’re never going anywhere
Because it’s imperative that you’re in my life
I don’t want you
I need you!
You’re the sense in my train of thought
You’re the pulse
That you need to feel…
Indicating Life
Just thinking of being away from you
I’m lost…
In the past
A fear overcame me
I didn’t want to jeopardize anything
You’re a great asset to my life
But like I’ve said…
I’m no longer worried about the outcome
You’re going to be around forever
No one could ever say anything…
I will forever love you!
You have sacrificed and suffered.
You have bore the Nation's pain.
You have fought the fight of freedom.
You have helped liberty reign.
You have given up so much for the
old Red, White, and Blue. So, from
the bottom of heart, I give my thanks
to you!
You have bore the Nation's pain.
You have fought the fight of freedom.
You have helped liberty reign.
You have given up so much for the
old Red, White, and Blue. So, from
the bottom of heart, I give my thanks
to you!
On a sad day we tell our stories
of risk and surprise, of life and loss,
of having won, even in the midst of defeat.
We war with each other, with ourselves,
with the internal conflicts found in conscience,
with the enmity in relationships.
Still, we find time to sing, sing the old song,
the new song, to pray, to recite endearing terms
of love, of longing, those songs of passion,
on a sad day.
of risk and surprise, of life and loss,
of having won, even in the midst of defeat.
We war with each other, with ourselves,
with the internal conflicts found in conscience,
with the enmity in relationships.
Still, we find time to sing, sing the old song,
the new song, to pray, to recite endearing terms
of love, of longing, those songs of passion,
on a sad day.
Love is war of flesh and might, sweat and tears.
Sometimes fight,
Sometimes flight.
I’ve battled weary like a soldier, armed with
weapons of all kinds.
Now a veteran, I lay wounded
but undefeated.
War whoops,
silenced, I hear a new cry, a new call
to drop my arms.
Throbbing from pain caused fervor, I will endure.
Mental calculation trumped as the inner man beats
his breast
for glory.
The body is a frame,
The picture, Spirit
and I will be sustained.
Sometimes fight,
Sometimes flight.
I’ve battled weary like a soldier, armed with
weapons of all kinds.
Now a veteran, I lay wounded
but undefeated.
War whoops,
silenced, I hear a new cry, a new call
to drop my arms.
Throbbing from pain caused fervor, I will endure.
Mental calculation trumped as the inner man beats
his breast
for glory.
The body is a frame,
The picture, Spirit
and I will be sustained.
reflecting lunar diamonds off green spears.
soft evening breeze brings forth a dancing flow
small shocks of light reflect within each tear
which falls to earth
abandoning
its high collective perch
one small drop at a time
cascading journeys sliding southward bound
night’s swirling mist create pools on the ground
and with each teardrop’s tiny splash
an echoed cry through smoke and flash
turquoise tattered butterflies stop to view
as clouds dissipate with sun’s mourning dew
the path is dangerous but clear
yet they hear the world’s voice
and know they’re near
the shifting paradigm of consciences
will let the light shine on all injustice
be free brave little butterflies
take your wings and expose the lies
the soul of the earth has
been assaulted with bombs and gas
for the love of humanity
lay down arms of insanity
a global evolution has begun
What a unique time to be in the sun.
Sheng batting at baseball field, 2007
Week 26 Theme: Seven Deadly Sins.
So let your imagination soar to the greatest heights, and immerse in the Milky way... write on! Of course, you can always submit random poems to us, keep your talent coming our way… ;)
Tom and Pandi
Tom and Sheng, London, England, 2000
Sheng and Blue, Yellow Balls
Tom in Beijing, Summer, 2009
Sheng in Germany, 1999
Tom plays Baseball, He hits home run a few times each season.
2003-2011..
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