Biography of Philo Yan
I was working in the corporate world as a branch head of an insurance company for more than 28 years. I have opted for early retirement 2 years ago.
Now I am a full time blogger. I also have a passion for art and have discovered I have a knack for poetry. Usually I will write a poetry that goes with the drawing I have done or I will pen one for my fellow artists when they post their work. Not all but those that speaks to me.
So I thought that I should share my poetry with like minded people and in the process get to learn how to write better poetry. So if you like to share how you write your poetry, I am all ears.
Thank you for reading my work and I welcome your feedback.
Philo Yan Poems
In the jungle, a lion's roar, Loud rumbling from it's core. Magnificent mane of golden brown, He is a king but wears no crown.
How To Be An Angel
To be an angel bend don't break To be an angel give don't take
When things around seem not to work When people you know don't seem to care When you start feeling that you are dirt Which way you turn, Life seemed unfair
50th Birthday And A Rose By Any Other Na...
Version One ============ A Rose is not a Rose without the thorns,
Life's dangers, Life's drama, A violet field, A panorama, Spell blinding, fiery ball. Gliding on horizon fall.
A tiny Costa Rica frog was caught in heavy rains He hops around to get away Pitter patter water pains
Some poems may be funny, But mine is not so funny, A shocking reality, That involves money.
A sinful delight, melting slowly, Hey, so what! Get heavy.......
Standing twenty feet tall. Long neck, bent slender, Standing five feet small, Caressing gently, tender
Colors Of The Day
May your colors of the day Be vibrant and happy gay Like the summery breeze Or a flock of migratory geese
An exquisite Geisha. From Japan, Asia.
Good And Bad, Happy And Sad
Its bad to waste not even to taste the happy and sad the good and bad
If today is your special day, I wish you a Happy Birthday, This Fruit and Chocolate Cake
Remembering My Father
I had a father, Honest, strong principle, I had a father, Though not invincible,
A trip through a grassy field,
A fun trip suppose to yield,
Instead it started raining,
Strong winds momentum gaining,
Father, with umbrella fighting,
Son grab coat tails, hanging,
The winds furiously blowing,
His son was lifted, flying!