Poetry: What Is Poetry?
What Is Poetry? Poem
By Laijon Liu (Final Edition 20090315 New York)
Poetry pleases my ears
that words sound in harmony,
but not to a foreign tongue.
Poetry draws a picture
to invite my eyes,
but still puzzles my mind.
Poetry blows with wind,
in water He flows,
shouts in thunders,
and bounces as rock in roll.
Poetry preserves His truth,
in secret codes, simple words,
only reveals to the worthy.
Poetry sings in my ears,
dances in front my eyes,
kisses my lips,
brings fragrance,
that fills my mind
and imprints my soul.
Poetry does not like as I like
as whenever I use as like wrongly,
and it is unfair He uses
correctly all times He does,
but I make Him to like
as I do like anyway.
Poetry tells stories
to company my journey,
writes jokes
to convert my tragedy
into a comedy,
and builds a rainbow bridge
where my dream
and reality meet.
Poetry blinded Homer
with Helen and war,
afflicted Catullus
with his love and hate,
taught Beowulf
how to fight!
Poetry made Li Bai drunk
in magical words,
brought sorrows to Du Fu,
so he spoke in painful tones,
convinced Confucius
to collect His words
as his first book,
the Book of Odes.
Poetry invited Shakespeare
to our glamorous stage,
frightened us with the image
in Dante’s hell.
Poetry composed Mozart
painted Picasso,
dropped an apple on Newton,
combed Einstein’s cool hair.
Poetry introduced the Tao
in Lao Zi,
explained the Art of War
in Sun Zi,
shared His sufferings
with Buddha,
works for God
as the way He wills.
I love the poem as Jesus told,
He is the Word,
and He was a man.
He came and left,
born in the stable,
died on the cross,
resurrected in the tomb,
condemned and blessed,
received and rejected.
He is the poetry
who is an only poet.
He brings the life,
tells the truth,
and shows me the way.
Water of living,
Rock of faith,
Promise of hope,
Conqueror of love,
The Poetry is the Poet.
I see poetry on the dirt
that stained the fire fighter’s face.
I see poetry on the blood
that painted the ER angles’ white dress.
I see poetry on the gray hair
of my elementary school’s teachers.
I see poetry on my name
that reminds me a couple’s sacrifice.
I see poetry every time,
I see my love and soul mate.
And I see my poetry running around,
growing up, to be a great poem
as I always dream.
Our image mirrors
in Poetry;
Beasts roam,
birds fly
and fish swim
in Poetry.
Seeds sprout,
grass grow,
flowers blossom,
plants fruit
in Poetry.
Sun shines
in the day,
Moon and stars light
the night
in Poetry.
Ocean gathered,
earth solidifies,
and air purifies
in Poetry.
The light shines
in Poetry,
as the wind blows,
as the water flows,
the Poet composes his poem.
Note:
I have been struggling for the last verse for some 7 years, and thank God I met poets Cumin and StarBlueDreamer on about.com that they edited for me. Now I think this poem is complete.
I am happy about this poem, and I believe this poem has its own value to exist. I always want to write verses that beautiful and simple for both children and adult, especially children, to know and feel beauty like I happily reading thier great simple poems when I was kid, some Tang and Song poems, like Li Po, Tu Fu, Wang Wei, Su Shi... those masters wrote poems that were so simple and beautiful, I almost could read them like chewing a cake.
So I focus on writing simple beautiful verse (My ESL level really fits such style :) , that children be able to read and grow up with, as how those great poets have nurtured my love for poetry. And I have tried many poems, and many failed, but this one poem really satisfies my wish. Still I believe maybe the spirit of Poet has sent me a message, and all I have done is putting down the words.
It is edited thru my very serious attitude, simple words, and magnetic verses that easy to memorize,
it begins with basic concept of poetry,
then to the section of literature intro of great works of humanity(Poetry) ,
then to the most impressive and moving part of religion(Passion, the Poetic Part) ,
then to the section of Love among our society and family,
then to the section of poetry for our world and existence(Genesis Chp 01) ,
then to the last verses to define the poet and poets work.
And I will be very thrilled if some parents pick this poem for their children to read, which is my great reward. (Children are welcome to memorize this poem for free)
Every good work is done thru love, I thank Cumin and StarBlueDreamer who are two wonderful poets that edited my last verse for a great closing.
And every time I read this poem, I know how lucky I am, and thank all the poets, all the different and wonderful poets in our society, from ancient to now, thru whatever language you speak, whatever color you choose, whatever string you pluck or key you press... do sing, O Muse, all of you who uplift our life to stand up as a civilization, and I do believe God created heaven and earth, with his angels and their great voices. This poem is for all poets, and every little poets, sing!
Laijon Liu 20090315 New York
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