How can I miss a poem like this
For it shines like a wintry sunrise?
Music in the tranquil air,
Inking the glassy sky crimson.
How can I forget a poem like this
When beautiful April is nearing?
All poems blossom-- this poetry month--
They glide all over this nation;
Red, Blue and White, the flag of America,
She waves and welcomes all poets to her home.
How can I let this lonesome poem wanders,
For it is yearning to glow like a amber rose?
(SOLOIST)
I am dancing
On the green meadow--
Like a young, merry flautist--
(SOLOIST)
One leg--(KICKING ONE LEG) two legs--( THEN THE OTHER ONE)
One foot-(ROTATE ONE FOOT) - two feet--(THEN THE OTHER ONE)
Five toes--(WIGGLING FIVE TOES) ten toes-- (THEN THE OTHER FIVE)
(SOLOIST)
I am dancing
On the dirty lane
Like a happy schoolar boy--
(SOLOIST)
One leg--(KICKING ONE LEG) two legs--( THEN THE OTHER ONE)
One foot-(ROTATE ONE FOOT) - two feet--(THEN THE OTHER ONE)
Five toes--(WIGGLING FIVE TOES) ten toes-- (THEN THE OTHER FIVE)
(SOLOIST)
I am dancing
On the rosary
Like a young flowers picker--
(SOLOIST)
One leg--(KICKING ONE LEG) two legs--( THEN THE OTHER ONE)
One foot-(ROTATE ONE FOOT) - two feet--(THEN THE OTHER ONE)
Five toes--(WIGGLING FIVE TOES) ten toes-- (THEN THE OTHER FIVE)
When POETRI extinguishes his light,
And his soul escapes his body
To soar to heaven with the angels and saints,
His wings will flutter from skies to skies;
And his tears will be dry.
His feathers, fading gray;
When the poet has written his last poem,
He shall be remembered well beyond who he is.
His name shall be inscribed on his tomb till heaven's gate is opened by god.
When it is time to say, 'adieu my friend,'
The world will put him aomng the elites.
And the Earth will cease spinning just for a few hours.
pop rockHop-po-tee-pop!
Here come the fat frog,
He waits on a rock for the rain---
Then croaks and croaks and croaks....
Hop-po-tee-pop!
Jumps away, the fat frog
Into the shallow pond
To wash sunrays off his spotty top.
Fading pulse,
Breathless winds,
I, in my tomb, listening to the wrens.
Many months, a dead poet,
Now a rising star---
Shines days and nights.
Quills and papers
Once tucked away in darkness,
Now, scattered in blazing daylight.
