Albert Wong

Rookie (7/09/1940 / Hong Kong)

My Hundredth Drop Of Blood. - Poem by Albert Wong

I have reached my first goal
My arrival was poem-hunter.
A piece by piece, dropp likes gold.
My poems heaped up to my book.
It went from one to one hundred.
One was one round and around to go.
I pressed my mind to get it flows.
My language is not easy to express,
How came my English can’t tell?
I speak not the same as an English man.
My further aim is to follow ancient poets.
Learn more words from the history.
I found there are a lot of funny words.
They haven’t been used in my posts.
I like to read Emily Dickinson poetry.
She touch me some vocabulary new.
I will use them later if possible in a few.
Dickinson expresses words are so real.
I thought there’re many people as I feel...
Your ideas or critique will be worthy.
I will treat you as my friends and teachers.
There won’t be a stop for me in progress.
Here will be my normal creative house.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 6, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 7, 2008


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