Hope
White Calla lily
An emblem of an oblivious past
Antique store
The treasure of myriad thoughts
Gently
Dabbed on my path
To another planet
Have you ever wondered
Whether
Hope has colour or not
Have you closely observed
The blue mountain’s robe
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Droplets of Alacrity
Droplets of Alacrity
Standing in the street
Bustling cars sweep
A thunder
A bolt of lightning
I can’t flee
Turing around the palace
Spectacular edifices breathe
The air
The heat
No one seems to believe
Droplets of alacrity
Shower in an afternoon
Full of inner peace
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
Standing in the street
Bustling cars sweep
A thunder
A bolt of lightning
I can’t flee
Turing around the palace
Spectacular edifices breathe
The air
The heat
No one seems to believe
Droplets of alacrity
Shower in an afternoon
Full of inner peace
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Blue Eyes and the Pacific Castle
Chapter 1
Radio cassette
Camera photograph
And teenage mind
Infuse on the surface
Light of the ocean
Swindles
The worst enemy ever…
“Why do we have to study Confucianism? Those are dead man’s teaching!” protested Wu Chin. “Hey, you can’t deny that Confucius was a great and wise man in the Chinese history. Besides, you were saying that because you hate memorizing stuff for exams,” sneered I. “Yeah right. You’re a weirdo who loves that! Why don’t you go back and live in that old-fashioned time. Oh, and you will need to use candles for reading in the evening,” answered Wu Chin while rolling his big brown eyes.
The library was quite as usual although it was the end of the spring semester. Most people preferred to study in their own classrooms unless they had to search some information for school projects. The Sunrise Boulevard in front of the school was a landmark in our town. Every one knew the legendary story of a high school student, who excelled and scored the highest marks ever on the national college entrance exams. Therefore, the boulevard was given another name after him, Lee Min-De.
“Lin Yu-Fong! Have you finished the article about Sunrise Boulevard? The tutor wants it on her desk tomorrow morning,” asked Wu Chin. “Hmm, I still need to polish the last few lines. The people I visited and talked with last month wrote me letters, and there were some intriguing turns of the high school legend,” replied I slowly.
Radio cassette
Camera photograph
And teenage mind
Infuse on the surface
Light of the ocean
Swindles
The worst enemy ever…
“Why do we have to study Confucianism? Those are dead man’s teaching!” protested Wu Chin. “Hey, you can’t deny that Confucius was a great and wise man in the Chinese history. Besides, you were saying that because you hate memorizing stuff for exams,” sneered I. “Yeah right. You’re a weirdo who loves that! Why don’t you go back and live in that old-fashioned time. Oh, and you will need to use candles for reading in the evening,” answered Wu Chin while rolling his big brown eyes.
The library was quite as usual although it was the end of the spring semester. Most people preferred to study in their own classrooms unless they had to search some information for school projects. The Sunrise Boulevard in front of the school was a landmark in our town. Every one knew the legendary story of a high school student, who excelled and scored the highest marks ever on the national college entrance exams. Therefore, the boulevard was given another name after him, Lee Min-De.
“Lin Yu-Fong! Have you finished the article about Sunrise Boulevard? The tutor wants it on her desk tomorrow morning,” asked Wu Chin. “Hmm, I still need to polish the last few lines. The people I visited and talked with last month wrote me letters, and there were some intriguing turns of the high school legend,” replied I slowly.
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