Dear friends,

I'm really glad if you can give your assistance to check the grammatical structure for each poems of mine. Frankly speaking, I'm not skillful at writing English poems in the correct grammatical order. So, please help me. I really appreciate if you'll do that for me. Thank you before..


1. SHE TELLS ME EVERYTHING OF POETRY

Itís a beautiful moment
when the easy wind blows
as if it is trying to seduce my eyes to sleep,
but I know it is unreasonable
to lose my consciousness
only for this scenic natural temptation.

Yes, itís surely her,
breathtaking like a poetry.
Why do I dare to compare Godís gift
to unreal stuff, honest unvoiced sounds?
A question performs me dynamic dance to trace,
for it takes me into a grace.

Oh, Dear..
Itís not something worthless to say
that a sacred journey shouldnít be delayed.
It is a poetry with its brightest ray
eating up falsehood silhouette appearance,
teaching a lesson how to articulate honestly.


2. THE PARADOX OF AN UPSWING

When his son was amazed, a father adviced him.

ďLetís say..

Intelligence creates a long - bright path.
It stretches and makes intellectual men be inspired
to put the silver lines in the darkest clouds.
New imaginary Sun is shining!

Alas! What a real dream!
Each person competes to sharpen the blade of sense
for blowing hurricane to remove
the fallen hell down onto the earth.

It is failure! Oh, no..
It is just creativity!
Oh, Dear, neither youíve seemed to be wrong,
nor youíve been too witty.

How come?

To say an upswing is
as the problematic term
like a fallen hell or even a fable heaven
Have you cluttered in these attractions, Dear?

Ignorance or intelligence is always risky.
Surely we are in both!Ē


3. THANKFUL

Lord
I am thankful
My eyes are opening full
to differ a bullshit and a bull.


4. HOWíS LIFE, POET?

Howís life, poet?

Are you still painting the world with beauty and wisdom,
helping the truth to build the luxurious palace with its great shading dome?
Take this hapilly! Come on..
The brightest Sun alone
for you havenít gone.

Howís life, poet?

Are you still living in your sacred cave of seclusion?
Here is the flame to flash on your imagination,
and hope the world will reduce its sensual temptation.

Howís life, poet?
Thank for always sowing the seeds of truth.


5. REMINISCENCE

Reminiscence, reminiscence, ah, reminiscence..
Thrown in the absurd Heaven of my seclusion.

Why donít you tend to bother?
Not me but another!

Youíve dragged me away,
put my frail - physiological body
on a wild horseís back running in a ray.
into rendezvous of a trapped labyrinth today.

Indeed reminiscence, ah, reminiscence..
Donít move me deeply for I canít contain you anyway.


6. MEMORIES

Memories (1)

Let me take you to dance
through twists and turns of unforgettable romance,
a grasp of wrath or a bundle of jealousy.

Let the melodious and melancholic tunes give us comparison attachment to see.
As far as we try to conceive and fairly judge from memory;
so we may release and shred all things trashy.

Let me take you to dance
for being aware of history
to get the path shiny.


Memories (2)

Ah, I canít resist
that your sweetest kisses
taste as tender as the basic meaning of love is.

If I foresee it surely to be the pills of my wrongdoings for you,
under the light of moon fable let me rain down prayers too.
For Iím convinced if there is the other holy adventure going through.

How delight it can be!
What a relief it may be!
Let me try not to add insult to injury!



7. INTELLECTUAL MADNESS

He just laid motionless;
A stranger in a bizarre behavior was loveless.

Indeed that death has brought him away
seemed to feel hopeless.
If it tried to defeat him, death found no way.

At last he was still singing,
pushing the bell to ring,
tempting the shy stars to wink.

Some people said,

ďHe is a guy who likes being in trouble
stirred by passion to make us grumble.
Then he cries,laughs,lingers on his own pseudo battle.Ē

Madness has brought the joy for all.
Happiness set him free from the usual;
although, it must die - the end
could only change his physiological body to be dull.


8. THE LAST DECISION

I wonít be the farmer
for my physiological body as the basic former
creating a simple gate for my embryo to enter.

Let me try to resist
so I can exist
even Iím the last guy in the list.

Is it a problem for you?
Whenever Iím in my full energy looking for something new,
for the sake of Heaven or Hell I dare to pass all through.