Charles WOO


Charles WOO Poems

241. Visit Tian-Shui-Wei 3/10/2008
242. Good Morning 3/14/2008
243. Autumn Cicada 3/2/2008
244. My Brother Returns From Taiwan 2/26/2008
245. Grateful To My Teacher 1/26/2008
246. Learn To Write Poem 12/1/2007
247. Fishing In The River At Autumn Night 8/17/2007
248. Amazed By The Beauty! 2/24/2006
249. The Geisha Who Played Chinese Flute 10/31/2009
250. Plum, Orchid, Chrysanthemum And Bamboo 2/19/2012
251. Surfing 12/9/2009
252. At Leisure 9/30/2011
253. About Buddhism 12/30/2011
254. Azalea 3/27/2006
255. To Our Retired School Superintendent 8/14/2008
256. Bauhinia 1/21/2012
257. The Sun & Moon Lake 1/18/2012
258. Coconut Tree 9/1/2010
259. River Fog 12/17/2011
260. Disneyland 2/1/2008
261. Sars Calamity 5/23/2008
262. To Say Good-Bye 11/25/2007
263. Air-Conditioner 9/24/2009
264. After Rain 11/30/2008
265. Cold Pines At Moonlight Night 2/18/2006
266. Retirement Eulogy 2/24/2006

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  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/31/2009 6:57:00 AM)

    scenes framed by the awarness of history, beautiful poems.

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Retirement Eulogy

I retire with honour leaving my post to other.
Settling all the public affairs, I am happier.
Like a fairy, I take naps leisurely.
Things which I like to do freely: -
To read books and newspaper;
To write articles and poems better;
To participate activities as they come;
Website couplets, I appreciate some;
To invite friends to talk about Buddhism;
Organ music, I play with enthusiasm;
To enjoy my inner tranquility with melody;
Content with what I am is my living strategy;
To tour around the world by ocean liner;
To explore the nature with my ...

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The River Runs Again

Night rain is so heavy that it makes all streams overflow.
Thank for the river which gives way for them to go.
Rainbow appears when the weather is rainy and sunny.
As such, our leader 'Bi-ling' guides us to the peak humbly.
All fragrant flowers bloom fully in this fairyland.
Refined scholars exchange their harangues hand in hand.
They chant rhythmic verses and sonorous articles.
These celestial poems are songs of the angels.

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