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| Seawall
I must sing and tell of a beautiful sight Here at the sea wall, the waves in their plight Incoming tides so rapid and new The sea wind blows on the admiring few. The sun faintly sets, the tides splash on
Anne Ku, 1981 | Depression which I know so well right now A feeling that clings so surely, too tightly My fear, dispair, and grief for all to see Too long in distress. Come out I must, I vow.
Anne Ku, 1981 | Food
for Thought Your poem was DILL-ightful A SAGE you truly are You PEPPER-ed up my morning With your verse from ALFALFA
D Woodhouse, 1994 |
Sonnet
II Woe is me who cannot fight this agony. Two months I've bore this pain in such disgrace The unbearable torture I carry unwillingly Is but a mask over my expressionless face.
Anne Ku, 1981 | Sonnet
III In midst of life's intriguing fantasy I do depict somewhere a tale of woe In all the joys and laughter of release A touch of sadness lingers from long ago.
Anne Ku, 1981 | Blue What is blue? Blue is the cool God of colors. Blue is crystallized gem dust,
Eugene, Hiroko's son, 1994 | |
Poem
I I live for tomorrow For I cannot enjoy today Within my deep sorrow I now dare to say:
Anne Ku, 1981
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Moment in Ponder November winds overcome the diswheatt sun Chillingly the earth is lit Warmth does not transcend. The day in darkness had begun
Anne Ku, 1981
| Want
What is want? When should and ought dominate When others' needs precipitate While what you need you obliterate.
Anne Ku, 1995
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Stuck at home Oh! That couped up feeling! No excuses. I chose to isolate myself. To read. Anne Ku, 2001 |
Houseboat In the houseboat No need for words Just a look, a smile All that's worthwhile from Double Rainbows Anne Ku, 2001 |
A million words could not describe A thousand answers will not reveal A hundred emails cannot convey What goes on inside. Anne Ku, 2001 | |
Fields of yellow Fields of green Leaves meandering Down the stream. Anne Ku, 2001 | Bon Journal reflection on 2001 Last month of the year What have we learned? The meaning of terror The feeling of fear. Anne Ku, 2001 | One type of poetry is the parody. Another type: famous 3-line Japanese poem called haiku. Lots more poems, written by Texan poet Pamela L. Grant |