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Yonah Jeong Sep 27
In the game
lost by two to four
we'd been winning
I put two goals
team did not win the game
I felt
my joy disappeared
the ability to fall

In the game
gained by four to two
we'd been defeating
my friend didn't put a goal
team did not defeat the game
I saw
her joy appeared
the ability to improve

if look at a mirror,
called the crowd
gaining or losing
is not equal to skill

-- Did you do your best? --
Yonah Jeong Sep 25
i can't write poetry
to make money
if i could make a money
by writing poetry:
Yonah Jeong Sep 24
When I was very young,
the townspeople were chattering
"whose daughter,
has a baby?"
"oh, who's daddy?"
let the rumors go,
families ran away
in the middle of the night
without knowing
"then yes...
mom and dad did it
like it -
can give
that habbit to someone else?"
the town has regained its grace,
people also vitality
as the years go by
people forgot a name of daughter
the house was covered with weeds,
the roof went down,
the gate also fell
the flower bed became
a bed of wild animals
a rumor was heard from afar
"at the time,
daughter was very very sick."
"in the end,
they wandered around
several hospitals
she died."
                 was doubt.
Yonah Jeong Sep 23
The
joy
of
society
in
the
individual

The
suffering
of
individual­
in
the
society

singing: recording.
Yonah Jeong Sep 22
Poets
must be sincere

when you become
familiar with money
the honest fades away

Even if it is faithful
it is foolishness

More foolish than
snow that won't melt
on a spring day.

                            - To Georg Trakl
Yonah Jeong Sep 21
In public
                first: freedom
                                        In private
                                                         first: equality
                                                        ­                        In society
                                                                                                 my choice for you.
Yonah Jeong Sep 20
Love
tells me
"You are my half."

Meeting incomplete two halves
fighting and becoming one
while living

Meeting complete ones
to live
as two
getting along well

The fisher of love.
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