1) Song Of A Cordial Meeting From Hong Kong Poem by Otradom Pelogo

I picked up a book on China after reading about it in the business journals, financial magazines and the newspapers that I had intensely began to read over the last year, and over the last year had met a group of beautiful women from China, and had remembered talking to a lady who said that she was from Hong Kong. I shall, next time that I sit down, put China on the top of my list of places to visit because of the beautiful people that I have met from there.

Hong Kong, I'm sure that I hadn't met anyone from, at least knowingly until about two weeks ago when out walking, trying to find a coffee shop to sit down and sip on a cup of coffee for a while. Earlier, I had seen a rather attractive and mature lady, and sensuously soft; even looking inside of her for a few seconds, someone who seemed like a nice person. I was saying to myself, that my luck to find someone like that would never be so fortunate. And that night while on my way to get a cup of coffee, I met a lovely woman from Honk Kong, and I could tell only seconds after looking at her that somehow fate was up to one of its romantic interventions, though one (intervention) I was happy to be a part of, if only for a moment, for she was softly spoken, nice, sensuous and very attractive, I often use the word homely attractive, a phrase describing a beautiful woman that you would see driving through the country or a small town and wished that you could stop the car, ask her to marry you and live happily ever after.


From The Sonnet of Romance

Lust, loneliness, passion, friendship, intercourse; the more I think about it, the more complicated it becomes. The litany of love, it has a culture of its' own. Expressed with the world, neighbors, family, and of course loved ones; the body and soul must encompass all to indulge in any aspect of it, to keep it in perspective, beautiful and caring. The body and soul must endure all,

Like an uncouth puppet / who dances a priorily, /
forced to twist turn and roll
Enduring what it should not feel, / the strings /
are attached to wood that surrounds a soul