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Wellan Xi Jul 2014
pays dont nous sommes fiers,
oui! luttons pour préserver
sa richesse sacrée
  Jul 2014 Wellan Xi
Teressia
a great country with greater ambitions for all
i don't know where i would be if not here
a country worth fighting for
because we all wake up with smiles on our faces
we share every bit we have among us
even though our winters try to cover the rising of the sun
our sun never hesitated to rise
i have no words to express the greatness of this nation
because it's too great to find the exact words
our winters are the coldest
but somehow we always find a way to keep ourselves warm
if holding the door for you, we do it real good
if saying hello, we will be the first you hear it from
we might not be famous in the world of acting or singing
but we are famous and known for being polite
which is a million times worthy
i don't want to sound like bragging
but really this nation has stolen my heart
in a way a boy has never done before
i was not born here, nor am i a native of this ground
i have wondered looking for love and peace
and only here in this nation did i find my heart
i will not be ashamed to hold the flag of this nation
i will not be ashamed to sing the anthem of this nation
the growing of a tree tells a story in this nation
from east to west we rise every day with greater determination
the fireworks of this significant day will end today
but they will keep firing in our hearts for this nation
the smell of the grass of this nation washes away pain,
and when you step on the grass of this nation it brushes you with care
on a rainy days the sky drop low that it gives you a feeling,
and provokes you to believe you can climb
and reach the skies along with a friend.
on a sunny days, the sun gets bright that it makes you
want to talk to any stranger on the sidewalk.
I am inlove with this nation.
i came from a very far land, but this land has become my only home.
i don't care who says i don't belong because my heart say i belong
Wellan Xi Jun 2014
I've got John Cage's 4'33''
Stuck in my head.
Wellan Xi Jun 2014
Little Maxwellan lived on a farm
Smack in the middle of nowhere.
The pasturage was small, not great for cattle,
But boy, the veg could grow there.
To keep the young lad out of their hair,
And to keep him out of trouble,
Pa had decided ‘’this boy needs a job’’
And had handed Maxwellan a shovel.

‘’You see that small melon patch there,
Next to the cabbage and winged bean?
I want you to tend to those plants,
And grow me a gourd like I’ve never seen.
If you’re patient till harvest’s end,
And produce a proud looking fruit,
We’ll enter it in the county fair.
Win, and you can keep the loot.’’

Well, little Maxwellan, inspired by fame and riches,
Set out to inspect his melon patch.
It was the Chinese kind, with waxy, oval crop.
Ma would sometimes cook up a batch.
You’d put them in soups or stews,
For their mild sweet flavour.
Add ginger, add garlic,
And, oh! That dish, you’d savour.

‘’First we must build a stronger structure
From which to suspend the vine.
A new lattice wouldn’t hurt,’’ said Pa.
Together, we’ll do it right this time.’’
So Maxwellan got to work;
Helped his father as best he could.
They built the structure and the lattice,
And all of it looked good.

‘’The rest is up to you now, son.
I trust you’ll do just fine,
Put all your heart into your work,
And whatever you do will shine.’’
Well, for the next hundred days or so,
Maxwellan did just that.
He weeded and watered religiously,
Watching his precious pepos grow fat.

Of all the plants hung from the lattice,
One prospered especially well.
Hanging like a big, plump balloon,
A prize specimen, all could tell.
‘’I know which one will enter the contest!
Look at its thick wax coating!
It’s the biggest one you’ve ever seen, Pa!
I might as well be gloating!’’

When the time came, at the end of harvest,
The gourd was almost as tall as Maxwellan,
‘’Here,’’ said Pa. ‘’Help me lift it into the cart.
Now there’s a fine wax melon!‘’
When they arrived, it was not yet noon,
Though the fairground was already abuzz.
There was giant produce everywhere!
A strange spectacle it was!

To tent number seven, they carted the big thing,
Where it was weighed, measured and inspected.
Maxwellan could only hold his breath,
And pray that his gourd was selected.
In the back of the room, he spotted Ashley Ford
In a pretty, flower-pattern dress.
So he walked on over, caught her eye,
And tried his best to impress.

‘’Hi Ashley! You look very pretty.
Did you come to see the contest?
I brought a giant wax melon that I grew by myself.
It will surely be the best!’’
Ashley Ford thanked Maxwellan
And wished him best of luck.
Then, she reached up, kissed his cheek,
And left the boy dumbstruck.

Soon after, the chief judge rose,
And called for the attention of the crowd.
Round as a southern screamer, the man,
Also, just as loud...
‘’Ladies, Gentlemen! Ahem! Please!
The jury has come to a conclusion!
This was no easy task, I must confess,
As we have seen quality in profusion.

Maxwellan’s enormous wax melon
Has impressed us all to a great degree,
But bigger still, was Miss Ford’s magnificent ash gourd
And, for this, the first prize is awarded to she.’’
Delighted cheers from the audience,
Little Ashley’s face all aglow.
Maxwellan can’t believe what’s happened.
The tears, they start to flow.

When he’s finished crying and wiped his tears,
He goes to congratulate his friend.
Though he tries to be polite, he can’t help but ask
How she did beat him, in the end.
‘’I read poetry to my plant every day.
It must have liked hearing my voice.
Its favourite poet, I found to be
None other than Dr. Seuss.’’
I dedicate this one to Ash and Max. Their love for each other, well-nurtured, continues to grow every day.
Wellan Xi Jun 2014
I've               never           met                    anyone
                                  who                                                    talks  so  fast
    with          such         bursting           enthusiasm!
                                                  who              is        so               enthralled
       by               every     little     detail !
                                who      is      so      visibly       excited about life        !  
   who          cares     so much                                        
         
          about      everyone                and       everything !

    
                     Cindy, where do you get the energy??


                                       I've been seeing you once a week for piano lessons,

but oftentimes it's felt more like sessions of therapy.

                                
              Get your weekly dose of Cindy!

  Before I can even get my books out,
                                           you'll break into your rapturous rant
          and I'll just sit there,     on the piano bench,
          utterly transfixed.


                                       
You'll talk about Beethoven, of poverty in Portugal, whatever Glen said at the last dinner party, German poetry, Justin Timberlake, back to Beethoven... And this isn't someone's mindless ramblings! Just the opposite! This stuff seems to be pouring directly from out of your heart. In an inexhaustible stream. And it's flowing out at such a speed that I start to wonder
                                            is she okay?
But then I'll catch a glimpse of my own reflection in the stream.
Not my face. Just a beating heart.
I'll compare it to yours.
It's painfully small.
I think if I tried pouring it out like that, it would soon
        
dry out and shrivel up like a raisin.

*You've got a big heart. A huge heart. How else can you be so passionate about all these things?
Wellan Xi Jun 2014
Hey Babe,
why don't you

*pour your heart

into my glass

so I can drink it.
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