Hime Hiroda Poems
|1.||My True Inspiration||1/28/2007|
|2.||Smile, Dear Mother||1/28/2007|
|5.||In Praise Of The Wise||1/28/2007|
|18.||Boku No Ai||4/29/2007|
|19.||Ang Dakilang Adhika||6/16/2007|
|20.||Just Around The River Bend||8/3/2007|
|22.||Aoi No Requiem||4/26/2007|
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Aoi No Requiem
Once serene this cerulean face untroubled
The golden orb with warm kisses it smothered
The playful zephyrs to it daily sends
Scents of plum, of roses and of the dame of night
To which the peaceful blue resigns in delight.
The water from below this peaceful blue
Swims fast and hard, frothy and true;
For every rock, it dodges, for every twist, it bends
Unlike this watchful and reluctant azure
That seems content with its niche so sure.
Sweet swift wind, the blue it gives a warm embrace
The soft fertile ground keeps the blue in a safe place,
In Praise Of The Wise
Admired are the meek
Protected are the innocent
Blessed are the naive
Praised are the silent.
What of the aware?
What becomes of those burdened by cares
What of those who dared
To be scorned for their knowledge laid bare?