"Dear Mama"
2013年5月27日 星期一
2013年5月26日 星期日
About War & Peace
War is something rage,
Something angry,
Something makes the world empty,
We hate to watch it happen frankly.
So many soldiers gave their lives,
For those who gave their best to defend,
A thing called freedom,
A thing that shouldn't be beaten.
I marvel all you did,
I marvel all you risked,
And all you gave,
All the lives you save.
We should cherish the peace we have now,
No more war in this world!
As we breathe right now,
Someone takes his last to defend our freedom.
Description: I got the idea to write this poem from a facebook page. It is a page about United States army's action world wide. They post photos so often and remind everyone being a solider is something dangerous but on the other hand, they are also defending our safe and freedom.
2013年5月20日 星期一
Reflection
The End and the Beginning
by Wislawa Szmborska
After every war
someone has to clean up.
Things won't
straighten themselves up, after all.
Someone has to push the rubble
to the sides of the road,
so the corpse-laden wagons can pass.
Someone has to get mired
in scum and ashes,
sofa-springs,
splintered glass,
and bloody rags.
Someone must drag in a girder
to prop up a wall.
Someone must glaze a window,
rehang a door.
Photogenic it's not,
and takes years.
All the cameras have left
for another war.
Again we'll need bridges
and new railway stations.
Sleeves will go ragged
from rolling them up.
Someone, broom in hand,
still recalls how it was.
Someone listens
and nods with unsevered head.
Yet others milling about
already find it dull.
From behind the bush
sometimes someone still unearths
rust-eaten arguments
and carries them to the garbage pile.
Those who knew
what was going on here
must give way to
those who know little.
And less than little.
And finally as little as nothing.
In the grass which has overgrown
causes and effects,
someone must be stretched out,
blade of grass in his mouth,
gazing at the clouds.
someone has to clean up.
Things won't
straighten themselves up, after all.
Someone has to push the rubble
to the sides of the road,
so the corpse-laden wagons can pass.
Someone has to get mired
in scum and ashes,
sofa-springs,
splintered glass,
and bloody rags.
Someone must drag in a girder
to prop up a wall.
Someone must glaze a window,
rehang a door.
Photogenic it's not,
and takes years.
All the cameras have left
for another war.
Again we'll need bridges
and new railway stations.
Sleeves will go ragged
from rolling them up.
Someone, broom in hand,
still recalls how it was.
Someone listens
and nods with unsevered head.
Yet others milling about
already find it dull.
From behind the bush
sometimes someone still unearths
rust-eaten arguments
and carries them to the garbage pile.
Those who knew
what was going on here
must give way to
those who know little.
And less than little.
And finally as little as nothing.
In the grass which has overgrown
causes and effects,
someone must be stretched out,
blade of grass in his mouth,
gazing at the clouds.
My reflection: War means destroy, war means death, war means kill. Was is something that happens in some part of the world everyday. Hospitals, schools houses might be blown up. Someone's father, mother, friends might be killed. Soldiers are ordered to kill someone they don't even know. War is very brutal. It destroys everything. We will have to clean up and rebuild everything. It's the first picture in my mind when I first read this poem. And that's why I pick this one.
2013年5月19日 星期日
Cultural Poem - Home
I am here,
On the island,
It is where I from,
And it is where I belong.
It has so many people from so many nation,
More than your imagination;
It has so many culture combine all together,
Multi culture make this nation better.
It has lots of festivals,
Make our life colorful;
It has lots of temples,
Make us has strong fundamentals.
Don’t be afraid to give,
Anything to where we live,
Because it is our nation,
Because it is our home.
Description: To let the readers know more about Taiwanese culture(festival, temple) and the consistence of the society(people from other nations, combine of culture.) And tell the readers that don't afraid to give and to love our nation.
Description: To let the readers know more about Taiwanese culture(festival, temple) and the consistence of the society(people from other nations, combine of culture.) And tell the readers that don't afraid to give and to love our nation.
2013年5月12日 星期日
PARODY
The song I picked for parody is "100 Suns" from an american band called 30 Seconds To Mars.
100 Suns by 30 Seconds To Mars
Here's the original version:
100 Suns by 30 Seconds To Mars
Here's the original version:
I believe in nothing
Not the end and not the start
I believe in nothing
Not the earth and not the stars
I believe in nothing
Not the day or not the dark
I believe in nothing
But the beating of our hearts
I believe in nothing
100 suns until we part
I believe in nothing
Not in sin and not in God
I believe in nothing
Not in peace and not in war
I believe in nothing
But the truth in who we are
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My version:
I believe in one thing
Not the devils and not the gods
I believe in one thing
Not the pain and not the scars
I believe in one thing
Not the murk and not the sparks
I believe in one thing
But the pumping of our hearts
I believe in one thing
100 suns until we part
I believe in one thing
Not in wicked and not in awed
I believe in one thing
Not in water and not in air
I believe in one thing
But the truth in who we are
2013年5月6日 星期一
Parody
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
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