Nature Photography – Sad and Joyful

By Cindy Kwok

I Have a Dream: A New Text Toy..

I wanted to share this even though it is something a little different.

This is a computer-generated image I created at wordle.net from Dr. Martin Luther King's iconic 1963 "I Have a Dream" speech. The complete transcription and video with full audio of the speech is available here.

I thought it was fascinating that an entire speech could be sifted through by a computer, the most frequently occurring words picked out, and an image accurately representing a text can automatically be made.

If you have any favorite prose or a poem you recently wrote, it would be interesting to enter it into this tool and see what comes up.

Addio

I saw this



then I thought about this


(La Belle Dam Sans Mercie - by John William Waterhouse 1893)

And then I wrote down this

Addio (by Ignorance)

“Please don’t leave, they are sending you to eternity!
Nothing is worse than lost my dear over frontier.”
“I must go, to liberate the Holy City.”

“What you will see in the Islamic country
is only sand, stone, sword and spear…
Please don’t leave, they are sending you to eternity.”

“POPE calls us to give the paynim their penalty.
The reward he promised is wealth and honor.
I must go, to liberate the Holy City.”

“In the bloody battlefield, there is no glory.
We just buried my brother’s empty bier last year.
Please don’t leave, they are sending you to eternity.”

“Don’t worry, just pray for me.
I will return in the victory cheer.
I must go, to liberate the Holy City.”

“I beg you stay here
with a jar of lover’s tear…
Please don’t leave, they are sending you to eternity.”
“I must go, to liberate the Holy City!”

A Weary Rower

The Weary Rower By Bluewind

Rowing among capturing confusions –
My friend, help me,
I am wearied by depression.

Lonesomely resist swallowing quicksand –
My friend, just why,
Am I doing this pointless demand?

All seems unreal, all seems dreamy,
the lurid visions of half-concrete realm.
Among which desires revealed,
Am I a player or a watcher?

A surreal art, a dream made concreted
With much relief and anxiety.
With baffling images, and special creation
Why are we having disturbing visions?

Villanelle to a depressed pollock

Villanelle to Pollock

- Mark

To form do not keep.

Color outside the lines,

Now do not weep.

On to paper, your solitude, let it creep.

Pour it out,

To form do not keep.

A painting, a movement, an angry sweep.

Use your colors, let it out.

Now do not weep.

Let the colors run deep,

An autumn brown, maybe some black.

To form do not keep.

Let the colors seep,

Black splatters, and brown, and gold

Now not weep

And it is over, now sleep

On canvas it is complete.

To form do not keep.

Now do not weep.

A Weird Street

A Weird Street (by Lui)
[Just the tutorial exercise trying out the Villanelle
Not a good one........]

On a weird street I am wandering
Everyone looks the same, they all like dolls
How strange are the things they all are doing!

A young girl chasing behind her sibling
She should be soon kicked and fall on the floor
On a weird street I am wandering

A puppet like boy on the street walking
He walks in a way that would never fall
How strange are the things they all are doing!

A cook with a big head is here standing
Seems that his shoulders are a bit too small
On a weird street I am wandering

A child with a mature face is playing
Holding a pat and pointing at a ball
How strange are the things they all are doing!

Why a man outside a shop is climbing?
Like spiderman who can stick on the wall
On a weird street I am wandering
How strange are the things they all are doing!

Untitled By Bluewind

Beauty, my friend, is not love at first sight.
Be slow, patient, and cast out the shallow sight.
For some beauty are beyond shallow light.

They say “beauty is what you see with eyes
But too sad, eyes see things that’s all too light
Beauty, my friend, is not love at first sight.

With patience, respect, and attitude that’s right,
Only then we see with great insight.
For some beauty are beyond shallow light.

Impatience, sometimes, cost you great delight.
For value, often, is hidden from daylight
Beauty, my friend, is not love at first sight.

Inspect the beauty concealed with great pride,
And then we’ll see them with tremendous joy.
For some beauty are beyond shallow light.

Have you, my friend, acquired the wise sight
Of seeing things with your spiritual eyes?
Beauty, my friend, is not love at first sight
For some beauty are beyond shallow light.

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A modest proposal: Please see the Ekphrasis of this work with a different perspective.

The joker

Fancy Feast

It was spied in a window last Sunday

The sweetest white bag of Versace

But take a closer look

And give props to the cook

For it's dessert of a fashionable gourmet!

Girl Doing Her Homework

Girl doing her commentary

The time is now three thirty

Can you give her one more coffee?

A Visual Poetry - No worries

my reference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=HK&hl=zh-TW&v=mu9FPb-TZuk
(personally, i highly recommend you watch this video as well. )

The Scream -- A Silly Poem

"The Scream" by Edvard Munch (1893)


The Scream -- A Silly Poem
by Cindy Kwok

The Late Spring

The Late Spring By Bluewind

At last, spring has come
To its end that we all shall.
Time is changing, tide is coming
All things shall change, as long destined.

Groom, bloom and wither,
All flowers go through this designed cycle.
And then, depart, onto the water,
Carried away as if no one remember.

As flowers float with water,
I bid my heartfelt farewell.
I shall not linger untimely
but swiftly wave and cease to be.

I’m still pretty as I leave
You shall not see how I weep and grieve
May you remember how I made you happy
How I left a mark upon your stirless being.

Moonlight

Photographed by Ariana Winter

A harmonious night with full moon

Full passions for a charming loon

They watch stars under the poon

Alas! Enormous tides come so soon!

Wash away the sandcastles we have made...

Entschuldigung, love for you is going to fade

The sky is black, blue and bay,

and you, so far away

I still remember the night

We have a big fight,

Never get things just right

Aye, they are beyond my might

You, no longer in my sight

Though, always remember, you are so bright

In a dark night, you are the light

Aren't you? Quite.

On a bridge

Loneliness lingers
or solitude in darkness?
You say it's hunger!

Vent- Call for Literary Journal Submissions

The Vent tree is requesting your prose

Whisper something and see how it grows

So get up to the task

Because the tree asked

And the tree is fantastic and glows 

The floor is open for limericks on this image!!

Heyoka

Emerged from a flash on a furious night

Heyoka violently reveals its sight

Blinding, paralyzing,  angry and bright

With talons of endless electric might

Freeze.

And just as fast, the creature has passed

to it's natural state, we're safely surpassed

And trembling in terror, I humbly ask 

Once assured it's gone away at last:

Great Bird, What do you do, where do you go

When storms pass and cease to provide abode?

Joan Miro The Birth of the World

Sun as a red dot
black mountain looks a bit odd
they are created by God

Such art

The green is dirty
The black smudge heavy at heart
There is trouble with such art

The girl I love

The girl I love
By Justin

Sew,

Trust, a scared shield that I kept to myself

Love, a blind feeling I did not know

As uncertainty begins to brew

He suspects if the love is really true

Valid points but without a care

Ignorant, of what the truth bares

Cheeks cleaned from flowing tears

Doubts arise, producing panicky fears

Not knowing if the man she loves, truly cares

He tends to her broken wings.

Compassion from his heart he sings

To Staggered feathers in disarray

To a dispirited angel that has fallen a gray

He tries to use his words to convey

The love he has for her in this way

“Maxie, do not fall astray,

For I love you without betray.

Even though I might sway,

And forget about valentine’s day,

I am here to stay forever in love, if that’s ok?”

He comforts her with his encouraging warmth...

oh how he prays!

Will she heal, or will she keel?

Maxie, the girl I love.

repost:My old mate

I killed a person
Whom I value as much as my son,
As unique as the sun,
With whom I used to be one.

Just a day,
Just an ordinary day,
Controlled by the destiny of fate,
I became the person he hates.

It’s an excuse to my dismay,
And there is always a moment I can choose my way.
But in this play I wronged my mate,
He has been falling since that day.

If I can’t save him I will never be gay,
A cold, hardened sphere with no ray,
You said everything’s gonna be okay,
Then TELL ME how to change his fate!!!!!

by MMMMMAAAAAAXXXXXXXXXX

"The Scream", and "I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud"

You Can Have My Lolly

Sister, sister, I want some poppy

You want a squatty potty?

Brother, or you want a lolly

There are so many kinds

You should keep in mind

Lolly is for man kind

You can get one from mine

Whatever color is fine

Up or down, left or right

From both sides

There how many slides?

null, eins, zwei?

The ‘reality’ lies

Where are you looking at

The sky or the flat?

Look down, everything is so polished

Look up, nothing is burnished

Everything might be vanished

A city underground

Nobody has ever found

A Tarot Reading

A Tarot Reading By Bluewind

“Pick a card” she said hard
“To see what fate has got to hide”
Across the table, behind the veil,
I trust my future to a stranger.

To choose a card, I was stirred
Purely by guts, or by instinct.
A piece of cardboard, held in my palm,
Telling the tale of unknown future…………….so to speak.

The World reversed, spells of unluck.
Of confinement and task undone.
Out of the tent, the heart shadowed,
By the omen and th’ fear for future.

Yet two years from then, I have left home.
To Asia, Europe and some more.
Seeing things I never had,
Completing tasks I never thought.

Back to home, back to tent,
The liar is still behind the veil.
“Pick a card” again she says.
What nonsense this time will she say?

Maternity Haikuuuuuuuuuuuu

Men give only sperms,
the 21 chromosomes,

women give their lives.

The Birth of the World

The Birth of the world By Bluewind
The world was void --------- and
Without forms of any kind.
And God said: Let there be light,
Born all being into the plight.

Complex, tangled and drowning,
All living struggled through their being.
Someone attempted in between,
To escape, yet crippled,
By their cowardice.

A great, wide swamp, the world being
While living within, crawling and struggling.

Haiku: Motherhood

Motherhood By Bluewind

As my first life scale,
you have always been the one
through my swinging life.

Ekphrasis Inspiration

Let me walk.
Walk ahead.
Walk slow.
Walking onwards, nowhere to go.


Through places bright, yet empty.
Through alleys, cold and unfriendly.
Through death, through life.
And all that exists in the middle.


And then I will stop.
When the journey is over.
And reflect.
On what I saw what I did.


Yet.


I have walked through
And not been.
For I am a walker that is not seen.
Free to look yet not to touch.
Just walk through.
There is no rush.


So like water again I start.
I move.
Walking ahead.
Walking slow.
Yet walking fast with nowhere to go.

a farmgirl's tale

I love good peanuts
Just like how you like shellfish
Without the flavour......

Letter to Manson, Viva la vida

Manson, have I not mentioned

Don’t live under your imagination

Under the cover I am a demon

Why thy love shall remain?

What you see is not me

Love from me can’t be given to thee

You think I am a diva

Yes I am. Yes I am.

I am also ambitious

For me love is nocuous

Satisfaction from you? Never!

Auf Wiedersehen

Nein ‘wie geht es Ihnen’.

In response to "Tainted Love" :P

To bad for you love is plain.
Would you rather choose a life that stains/stinks?
To love with lust: No “Remains”.
True love is love that sustains.




By the one who got knocked down not long ago lol

Tainted Love by Der Schuh des Manitu

Eat me, drink my blood
Dita you are in my vein
Suck it up and I like pain
Scream with dimmed tears
My blood vessels are constricting
I am sinking with fear
Lust or love
Tainted, rotten and stinks

Tutorial Work- Concrete & Visual Poetry