Hwaro the Poet

This is my poetry archive/portfolio. I share my poems and comment on Twitter (@HwaroPoet).

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poets make readers

believe gaudy gold is brass

and dews are diamonds

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Gentry yearns for utility Peasant asks for some amusement

Their eyes rubbing scribbled paper, expecting some genie

A poet cannot grant your wish yet has plenty to offer

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Winter's rime, exit stage left Springtime's waltz, enter stage right

In the spotlight, for all to see, sins of the lips trespass sweetly

I'd rather watch the world before me, this heeding heart is second-hand

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take the wheel and drive waiting, weaving through others accidents take place

I wonder where's my license alas, alas, such is life

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martyred Saint Maurice dared not hurt his fellow man despite pain of death

such knights in shining armor seem rare to cross nowadays

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Liberty in loneliness, lost inside a tree's shadow,

serenading the same fond songs till my voice becomes a squawk

May I lie my head upon your lap, O Junoesque, lovely tree?

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Dynamic car collision Despite it, I am okay

Front is smashed, smoke seeping out; seatbelts, airbags had saved my life

Dizzy, dazed, discombobulated Taste of nosebleed lingering

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Black heavens hide the first new moon Red earth observes Chinese New Year

Past and present face each other while lions dance for the future

Together, in Lunar New Year cheer, let’s eat tteokguk and bánh tét!

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Treasured tree, please stay with me, and in turn, I'll care for you

You shared your shade and shielded me Your sturdy frame supported me

It is spring, why are your branches bare? I'll wring my heart to let you live

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Yellow crescent in cloudy sky, winter night air nips my earlobes

My legs are double layered but my belly feels bitter cold

To keep warm, cup of hot coffee happens to burn my poor tongue

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Long to rid this burdened yoke, be like Buddha or Lao Tzu

Grasping for enlightenment, freed from greed and gluttony

But when faced with finance nil and famine, I cannot help but cry

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Yonder up north, a snow-storm stirs Wander down south, drown in deluge

Western seas too wild and vast Eastern mountains too high to climb

On plateaus, I sleep peacefully, biding time for better days

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Contrasting the white canvas, a partridge with beige plumage

Betraying the winter still by pecking bits of autumn

picks a perch atop a pear tree on the first day of Christmas

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When adults ask children what they wish to be when they grow up,

they may say a scientist, or a surgeon, or simply fame

When I say I have no hopes nor dreams, why do they look with concern?

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Clouds of heaven came down to earth Cannot see much from mountain top

Below becomes a white abyss Far-flung lands are left obscured

On the ground, can see 'bout a click and feel dewed grass and cold air

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bureaucracy bogs

but none like autocracy

backed up by yes men

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You and I are much akin We are blossoms borne of same branch

You are red and I am white Regardless of, We're both alike

Cruel clipper, why cut off and rid of red? Morning dew tears fall from my face