Philo Yan Poems
|681.||Never Fear Fear||2/4/2013|
|684.||Everyone Hates You||3/18/2013|
|688.||Pride And Ego||9/19/2012|
|691.||Remembering My Father||9/15/2012|
|692.||Money Can'T Buy Happiness||12/20/2012|
|694.||Good And Bad, Happy And Sad||3/12/2013|
|696.||Colors Of The Day||7/13/2014|
|701.||50th Birthday And A Rose By Any Other Name......||8/18/2012|
|703.||How To Be An Angel||1/18/2013|
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.
Predator and enemy they have two,
Human hunters, Hyenas too.
The lion and his lioness pride,
If you cross them, run, don't hide.
The roar of a Lion,
The rolling sound of thunder,
The chase of a Lion,
His prey runs asunder.
The Lion's roar is his symbol,
Of Strength, Of Leadership, Of pride,
The raw Roar sound is tribal,
His pride, so true, abide.
Devil In The Mind
And so it begins at the stroke of midnight
The red devil slips in your mind to freak
With his shiny red trident to match his leather tight
In his leather red boots he whispers with a squeak
Not like a mouse but like a wooden floor creak
And when you hear him, the fear will grip
Your heart into knots, your lungs can't breathe
When the devil visits, your mind just won't sleep.