some things are made
some thing is gifted

it is to make
the received talent.

in desperation
I think of you
I write the poems
once again
be brave
instead of everything.

- to my coach

last summer,
the best for me
Terry gave 300 dollars as a birthday gift
The money left for him
It's only one dollars
still, his eyes are full of tears
for me from the heart
listening to music
I have been thrown away
after breaking down
It is not once or twice
(Autumn showers are dropping with a thick voice)
With this good thing
The music that gives comfort and peace
I listened hard. I listened so hard
In the end, it was broken
I tried several times
It was in vain
As before,
I tried to throw it away generously
this time, not music
Terry's voice and laughter came in
always believe and cheer
just never angry
over 10 years
I hear a message of friendship
I put it in the best place in my library
I'm waiting
from Ohio to this place
I'm waiting for coming again.

It shows all the possibilities and
                  let us know
                                      guides to
                                      teach
but
it does not prove them

Dynamite.

Hanging from a rotten rope
i look for you
on the white sandy beach
a shining grain of sand
i seek you

You are
in my ocean
the only one ship
emergency exit

I am in this world
to dream
of happiness
as a life prisoner.

I

In oily lands, canned ginger
large but fragrance-free

In a barren land, a canned ginger
small but fragrant

II
Those who have passed through hardship
small but charming

Those who have lived without hardship
large but unattractive.

P.......progressing to you
E.......edit by you
A......ace for you
C......coexist with you
E.......each other.

best done

by lovers
who have less

not owners
who have more

my eyes are roses
my eyes are roses 8' eight colors
my eyes are roses' dancing rhythm
my eyes are roses' love of breathing
my eyes make sing all beings
                                    by your light in
cellphone.

Wife warns
"you:
get angry very well
do not take care of appearance
do not know the power of money
human relationship are not good
eating food is too picky
just say what want to say
selfish
repetitive force
and intolerance.

nevertheless
i live in peace

the reason:
with old parents in the 90's
under the May sun
hanging the laundry
sharing the happy conversation
even in the COVID-19 pandemic.

"Is a tree your friend?"
"yes"
"Then I will be a tree."

all different things
have equal
there is only one value
We are human beings.

Going down Apt. stairs
saw a dozing sparrow by the window
held down a sparrow
a sparrow escaped to upstairs rooftop
but hit beak to an locked iron door and
be shut in the corner
pressed a sparrow with flat bag softly
left hand grabbed and caught
with proud emotion
to bus station
walked in deep thoughts

Fly a night
when the morning comes
will ask mother then forcibly
will tie a sparrow ankle with thread sturdy
from yard to rice paddies and a empty field
a grandson will scamper

While i feel so good
my right fingers relaxed
flapping
opened wings powerful
circled around top of an electric pole
a sparrow grew
farther and farther
away

Ah!
a dream of mine.

As the days go by
Tomorrow is far away
The past fades away

The sky is high
The clouds are flowing
making rivers
and draw pictures on the earth

Endless fields of corn
The road

The corn
waving their beards together
and laughing
baring their teeth
with their arms open
Let's call someone
Between the arms
an echo passes through arms
and wet the farmer's chest
and wipe away the their
sweats and tears
and drips down the back of
the farmer's hand
raindrops..........

As the days go by
Tomorrow is coming
The past is coming

Too.

Daniel had a brother
Samuel grew up to be
a mighty man
not to lose to his brother
not to lose to his brother
struggling
Hustle
striving
Daniel
he had a fear of
losing to such a brother
losing to such a brother
He pushed his brother
without anyone knowing.
He said blunt words to him
without anyone knowing
He was crying alone
without anyone knowing
I saw these scenes
without anyone knowing
I remember
I used to do the same thing
I understand my grandson Daniel
But then today
they came over to play
and they played a lot and fell asleep
after a while
Daniel stroked brother's hair
without anyone noticing
and kissed the back of his hand
without anyone noticing
and hugged him
without anyone noticing
fearing Samuel would wake up
with a very careful mind
and then he went back to sleep.

I didn't I failed to do so.

a Lucky Tree,
plain and simple
like pineapple stem
those ubiquitous green leaves
and slender stems
easy to bend
leaning against or needing support

YOU

because of the belief
money comes in through you
loved by those who love money
popular tree

for too long
not bringing money
you have grown old
one day
you ended up in the ******* bin

Such a you, a rotten you
bring it to
trimmed and pruned
and wash you clean
in a nutritious ***
replanted

as the days go by
you are withering away
but all the good fortune
until now
accumulated on you
are disappearing
more shining than money
Luck comes to me

shall I save you?

History should be a value, not a material for your work.

Scamper
Empty parking lot,
early in the morning,
riverside restaurant,
flowing into the city center,
above      
shaking old table,
under
pieces of clouds floating in the blue sky,
                                                                                                                      juice
impressionism pointillism,
                                                                                                                      omelet
grass light of the roadside,
                                                                                                                                orange
broken old tree branches in the forest,
waving leaves,
                                                                                                                  stake                              
pine leaves melodies,  
pierced by knife and fork,
                                                                                                                    snowflakes
                                                                                                                    jazz melody
by the concrete bridge
solo angler
be dinner

waitress cleaning next door,
no more than 118.11 inches in height,
landscape outside the window,
trail ending with dots,
a glass of wine,
afternoon standing alone with a tree,
come in and fall asleep
together

night sunlight: street lamp lights,
riding the wind through,
tunnel of the long night,
                    
                                        a fragrance of the flowers
of the lucky tree
bloomed after 20 years
                                                                                  a rushing poem
enters into the “good morning".

I am
why love began
but I don't want to know
how
how your love began
now,
I want to know
I want to hear the answer
but only echoes float by
Because I can't
The words of love
I made
I want to read them.

abandoned by the bank
one branch of the Lucky Tree
brought home
and
divided it into three parts
and then
filled three glass jars with clean water
and stuck them one by one
One day
Two days
Three days
one week
A month later
as luck
at the very top
sprouted from the top
again
A few days passed and
I was surprised
the center of the stem was hollowed out
And then
little by little,
it was becoming a leaf.

connecting the islands
unviewable
seagulls
clouds
the wind
waves
starlight
trees
sands
fish
seaweed
and
unsuspecting travelers'
deep, deep and Deep
in their hearts
stillness.

fame,
fame,
fame
Nothing...Everything
be prepared
like a thunder
not to impose
without success
lost
training
don't chase fame
don't chase fame
don't chase fame
Discover the Hidden You
remind
Yourself of Your time
really,
are you going to do that?
are you sure?
I am sure
I am going to go your
hidden self.

Five-year-old May,
just starting to escape Autism,
comes to my side,
taps fingers on the aluminum trash can
next to old desk,
looks at me,
smiles,
and May says,
"DRUM".

if you meet them
pretend to be dead.

scents of tear
tastes of laughter
and
comforts of suffering.

if you do only what you like
you don't keep what you like

if you do also what you dislike
you do keep what you like.

Everybody
when find something wrong
write it down
to make sure it can't be erased
in the back of the mind
even my faults
neighbour's faults
the sins of my loved ones
more indelibly
I write them on my heart
attitude of a loved
more valuable than those who are loved
It is better to record
than to erase them
but mistakes of the sins
love, love's eraser
is a tool to delete them
ALWAYS.

even the best things are in vain if you don't share them.

where faith and love meet
patience is made

where patience and faith meet
hope is created.

whether you have talent
or not,
the only thing
you can rely on is
"practice amount".

Repentance
dreams
from the heart

Rewind
works
into the heart.

Whatever joy flows
        even the rivers of love
        the sky of love
        the starry sea of love
flow like the joy of love

deep, deep, deep
get ****** into
                           silence of the abyss
into silence of the deep abyss

just bread soaked with
       regret and tears
it just goes down throat

The first laugh of the first meeting
30 years ago
                     becoming joy
                     It flows away.

"James,
good boy, right?"
"Yes."
"you look like your mom?
or father?"
"Grandpa!"
"Really?"
"Yes."

He takes proud of
his sins
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
his ruthless
and yet
there are people who love him

He takes proud of
his strong
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
do-as-you-wish
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
his hurting
and yet
there are those who love him

There is much more to say
but when he knows
about love
he will remain a myth of Sisyphus

You know who he is, right?

I love the joy
of the reader's imagination
more than
the visual impact
of AI.

- to Kevin

Old window, long used
whispers
and says
scrapes my hearts

Curtains are not necessary

I can take it all off along
I can show it everything
I don't have to hide business

Wrapping me up, because.

An unemployed good man
holding the address found
in the weekly newsletter
went to the nursing home
with only grandmothers
grandma's painful place
searching this and that
the friendly stories
massage
knead
had fun together
the young man saying
took off the ring
blood circulation is good
about ring was given by someone
the grandma's pride grew
times went by
when grandma's heart
relaxed
took off the ring
forgot the ring
the young man took bring rings
ran away.

When Spring Comes to Sabine's Hill
the hill becomes the sea
and Yellow Waves
Blue Waves
White waves and high waves
fills up the spring
flowing down
becomes a river of small spring things
full of daffodil colors
passes the ***** big city
passes the lonely islands
Sabine's hill is wet with water
Small, smooth pebbles
if blocked
while singing
while dancing, while flowing
Sabine Hill fears
neither water nor fire
like the wind
with its tiny, transparent bells
summer and autumn to come
and the winter that will silence them
on the waiting
The Hill of Sabine
The Chorus of Life
fading humanity of the 21st century
towards the dehumanized city
It is waving hands.

- to my Maple

suffering is long and deep
through the life

if it is alive
it shall go to you

just bring
value of labor to us.

dark green
green
pale orange
in
ping pong ball Seed
round
shiny
hard and
and tender love
Avocado, your beauty
from the Cenozoic to now
sweet
savory and
tangy
tasteless but
best unripe flavors
cures the inflammation of pain
incomparable
my love, I love you

without you by my side
I can fall asleep,
and wake up without you?

my love, Avocado.

spring permeates into late winter
winter permits early spring.

I was unmoved
music
plot
actors
setting
boring and uninteresting
It was a film
that had nothing distinctive
however
after the film was over
following subtitles appeared

inspired by a true story

I was moved to tears
from there.........

maybe because we are human.

Masterpieces are born by breaking the rules, and it's up to the reader, not the writer, to nurture them. Because the rules are not made by the writer, but by the reader. But breaking the rules doesn't mean you didn't follow them, it just means you don't need them.

The rabbit
forgets the turtle
thinks about victory
only

In fact
knows well
rabbit cannot be lose in the race

The turtle
remembers the rabbit
thinks about unbeaten
only

In fact
knows well
turtle cannot be win in the race

On whose side is victory.

The river never moves
Slithering
Snake steps like a tortoise
while leaving traces
The river shows the way out

The old river water
falls over the dam
leaving behind shining smiles
to look at the eggs
The river shows us the EXIT

We don't know
The joy in hardship
Sandy fields
We are here for you
for you. What a beautiful breath!

Even if you only blink your eyes
The river, the old river,
the old river stir
The unwavering sea and the stars
and says, ‘Why do you love me?’

love doesn't justify, it proves them.

Tears of sunshine glisten thereat
road to there bathe in moonshine
Gazing faraway my eye watching
unseen a man who long since left

- Missing Dad

do not exceed, a border line, if you're possible.

The starlight is irrelevant to the size.

I let myself from
my own life
now,
I am not the master
I should have done
once upon a time
do not throw it away.