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Poetry on My Own Identity
Kaydi Chou
11 Jul 2004
ME POEM
There are a lot of Me poems out there
Describing their writers with wit.
But mine,
However,
Is honest
And calm
And true.
There are no similes
But straight facts,
No metaphors
But astounding bluntness.
Ok,
So some of the edges
Of the harsh words
Are softened,
And a splash
Of femininity
Runs across the page.
But I am a writer.
That is what I do.
I'll write my Me poem
On pink paper
Sprayed with bright citrus
Perfume.
But I will write in print,
Not cursive,
Because my Me poem
Will not be that feminine.
And in between the lines
I'll add myself-
My curiosity,
My creativity,
My caring nature.
Through my poem,
People will see
Me.
They will see my pain
And suffering
Through the troubles
I have faced
Which will be
Blazoned in my passionate words.
My love for life
Jesus
And others
Will shine through
Letters like
L,
O,
V,
and E.
The way I hold my hands,
The way I touch my face,
And the way I carry
Myself
Will be there
For everyone to see,
As told by the noble
Diction that I will choose.
People will know
Who I am
Through my Me poem.
They will know my laugh,
My song,
My message,
Which will be proclaimed
With subtle curiosity.
Every shade I am,
Every tinge I turn,
Every color I fade
Into
Will be seen
In the black printed ink.
For my poem
Will be a Me poem,
And like its name,
It will be just like me.
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CHINESE RESTAURANT
Sit sit sit
The door creaks open
Then shuts closed
The monotony lulls in the angel choir
Lord Lord Lord
And the pictures on the walls
Of cherry trees and pale Chinese maidens
Stand still and quiet in silent hopes
That people will come again.
Clink tink tink
The crooked dirty silverware
Slides around in grimy plastic bins
As eaten food
Glides around on chipped porcelain
Red lanterns
Braised beef
And steamy kitchen smells
Sift through the "In" and "Out" doors
With open candidness
Little fish in big tanks
Big fish in little tanks
Like the people in the booths
Credit cards
And cash money
Come in and out
Babies scream and everone stares
"Can I get some take out?"
Paid and waiting
Hunan chicken
Sesame beef
Painful feet
Damn shoes
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BRICK-A-BRACK RHYME
Hearts of the unprotected
The rejected
The infected
Blur in the light of the sun
Where sins are shame
And shame is blame
That rots to pieces down the run
So join hands
And throw your troubles into the center of the circle
Where children cry
And parents lie
All to avoid the trouble
Of understanding
The demandings
Of life at its troubled best
So throw your trouble
Like the spit
Kept in your empty chest
Hollow words
Are hallowed
By the ears of Time
While the colors
Of white lies
Are seen solely by the blind
And the creepings
Of tea steepings
Drunk by English rhyme
Are made common by
The wicked men
Who eat cake laced with thyme
And time will only tell
Of the sins of all the Men
From William Tell
To sweet Adele
And all thereforth within
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SUMMER RAINY DAYS
If you looked into my eyes
And discovered all the lies
That have built up
And regulated over the years
Would you cry
And stretch out your hand
In a futile last attempt
To save me?
Or would you allow me to fall to my death
Upon the breath
Of a quick wind?
Oh sweet bitter
Cold wind
Life me up and float me away to another summer day
Where it will rain
And I can sit there
And feel the empty pain
Of all the lies I have told
Conceived in every raindrop
Like Karma
Like Sin
Like the Golden Rule
Let the pain
And the hate
Come back to me
Which I have started
I am not afraid to die
Even if on the inside
I am not afriad
To let my empty shell
Smile and laugh
On a sunny day
When it will rain
And all the smiles will be pain
And all laughs will be empty
It matters little what I do
For I am one of many
It matters little what I say
For many just make of it a mockery
But it matters much for what I cry
For tears only fall once
Before they are lost to the world
So let me die
Sweet bitter
Cold Wind
Come fly me away
To a summer day
Where it will always rain
And I can feel the pain.
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THE END
A shadow in the corner
Huddled beneath the dark
Breathes softly
Icy breath that comes in and out in soft white misty vapors
She shifts and moves
Greasy hair in dank pieces fall around her face
And her stomach rumbles as if driven by demons from Depths
Her slow heartbeat
Soft but steady
Rattles her little body
And her theiving mischieving eyes look around shakily
It is cold and it is dark
It is night and no one is around
There is but one streetlight that casts distorted shadows on the brick walls of the alleyway
Fingers bared to the cold
Shivering getting stronger
Along the tops of the buildings
Strung are moods of life
Foods and laughter
Perfume and calogne
Sheer and utter delight
In a fantasy too far away and beyond reach for poor little beggar girls
All alone in the dark little alley way
With no one to see
No one to watch
No one watching
Her eyelids fall heavy
Things start to blur
And empty stomach reminds her it is not too late
But the heaviness of boots and clothes and limbs keeps her from moving
Sunken eyes look up into the streetlight
It turns orange and then white
Her eyes are yellow
With a small gasp from her two part'd and chap'd lips
She says, "
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The End is supposed to end that way- in an abrupt stop. It has been said that we are born in a flash of life, and we die in the blink of an eye.
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