Ode to Summer Vacation

Can you hear the green leaves hanging on trees
or the splashing of clear blue water seas
The children shouting chanting loud in joy
And I myself become a little boy

Fling off your backpack that has weighed you down
and lets play all day till the sun goes down
Forget about your homework for just once
and just enjoy the feeling of joyance

As the day ends and the sky turns amber
I look back and wish it lasts forever
Oh summer vacation I wish you well
and hope that we shall never say farewell

The Christmas Balad

Once upon a time in a quiet town

During midnight when everything slows down

A young child waits for Santa to come down

Touch down to the ground in this small hometown

Wishing for Christmas to come haste he lay

Santa Claus please come to town come today

Come to town riding on your reindeer sleigh

Laughing Ho Ho Ho spreading love, I pray

At that moment he heard the Ho Ho Ho

The jolly laughter ringing cross the snow

A sleigh full of presents to give and go

Happiness and love spread through town, Bravo!

And so the little child’s wish had come true

Presents left for everyone, me and you

And the town’s spirit rising up a new

Santa flew away in the midnight blue

Sonnet

I walk into my deepest darkest room

forgotten lost and ancient is the place

the atmosphere still dense and full of gloom

a child once striving for a warm embrace

If you have thought of life as something sweet

just wait and look then soon you'll realize

like razor blade apples on trick or treat

You'll take a bite and know it’s full of lies

And now I am here in a wretched state

No place to go I am a helpless man

with only memories to contemplate

the time has passed and nothing that I can

but may I ask you one favor in mind

when you see a lost lonely child be kind

Shakespearean sonnet & modern sonnet

sonnet 3
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity? 
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
   But if thou live, remembered not to be,
   Die single and thine image dies with thee.

Modern Sonnet: Inextricably Caught

(by firelioness)

Morning comes, yet no sweet melody greets the ear
The cheerful lark sings in a world of the distant past
Instead, the whoosh of cars and an occasional honking blast
form the only cacophony one can hear
Morning comes, yet no dazzling sunrise lights the dull pier
Instead, the waves of smoky smog work fast
Smothering warm rays and shrouding the city in a dark cast
Filling the water with poison, stealing its clarity and sheer
Nature stands no chance against its industrial foe
Its oceans may flood and its winds may blow
But such calamities will matter not
when toxic wastes make the sea inhospitable
and deleterious fumes render the air irrespirable
For if nature loses, mankind will be the one inextricably caught