Biography of Albert Wong
I am a Chinese man, born in Hong Kong moved to USA in 1985 gained the usa citizen in 1990. I like both my birth place Hong Kong and the cities around San Francisco and bay areas. The weather in both are the best as I have visited so many places and compared.
After my retirement since 2001, I have been trying to start writing poetry from 2002 in a small quantity. After having learned how to type Chinese in the computer, so I started my Chinese poetry from early March 2005. To the end of 2005, I decided to concentrate more in learning and creation of English poems, so I immediately searched a good place suitable for this purpose, I arrived this Wrtiters-network.com as my ideal learning and investigatiing corner.
* I wonder a poem should be kept in shorter form.
*Let peoples remember them easier.
*Special notice inside my news page: If you want to watch funny video or get computer's games for your children, just go to my news page at its bottom line to find.
I understand my English is insufficient to challege with the English speaking people,
but I do enjoy: 'At least to know the worst is sweetest.'..for which I carry on to learn more further progressive.
Albert Wong Poems
A Beautiful Lady.
She appeared like a blaze. Moved from the West to East. I could only stand far survey. My heart felt her cool face.
A Letter From Heaven.
Your letter seems dropped from heaven, Likes a piece of stone falling, To a peaceful lake of water, Disturbing my peace suddenly.
A True Poet.
He watches world’s affairs with his heart; He reads news deeply into his brain; He hears speech and music into his mind; He can write everything into a poem like.
A Fair World.
Many people are living not with good right. Most starving hungry while the others eat and drink, they can only earn a poor rate of labor; while some the others earn to rich and richer.
I see, the bright yoke In the sky, A spark, illuminates my eyes, I am blinded with a yellow glow,
Poetry - How To Write?
Studies the poets to write the ancient poetry, Level and oblique tones not to spectrum, The person namely said orphaned is even, Again reads also says the non- poem taste,
A Butterfly's Life Dream.
One day I slept under a shade tree. A sweet dream came into my mind. I was a butterfly flying freely and went into tree’s hole. There I saw many beautiful and lovely girls.
As merry as it sounds, It is something every one experienced. When it comes,
If I Were A Poet.
If I were a poet, I will send my words to high space; And among the stars together; No sound on earth.
All Parents' Loves Are Same Great!
Every body should know parents loves, Started from the date of one's birth. Parents always love are so great, No matter how difficulty is it.
My Dear Moon Lady
My Dear Moon why you always come at night? You have been so dear with me every night. You come quietly to visit me up so high, Since my first to meet you I can see you.
An Old Eagle.
An Eagle Stands on the top of cliff, Waiting for a way West Wind, It stands so long in waiting, Just for the wind to come.
Half is blue red half suddenly changes the surface. Hee hee kazak as soon as smiles is my son. Brothers and elder sister altogether a party of three.
A Little Secret Nature
The morning sun just rises bright after a fresh sawn is just over. A breeze wind blows gently. The wild flowers look so weak as just awoken.
My Poetry Dream
I float ~ to float,
I floated ~ to float,
Looked, I sail to everywhere net everywhere,
I finally arrived here this piece stretch of land.
Could this be the static earth which composed a poem?
The hope writes the good poem,
Well, lets them cross the seas to cross ocean.
Feared they have changed the heavy stone,
The demeanor has not sunk to the sea!