Frustrating revised : number 8

It's very frustrating to make a poem in a foreign language.
Sometimes I think it is nonsense.
But I will explain my thoughts in the following poem.



 ( number 8 : revision 1 )
A poem of a barbarian


A poem should be a row of beautiful words like a pearl necklace.
And it should be a flow of comfortable sounds like a bird singing.
And also it should be a pill of tranquilizer like a mother's lullaby.

However,
A poem of a barbarian is a mass of ugly words like an aftermath of an earthquake.
And it is a tangle of moans and groans like fighting beasts.
And also it is a mass of rock salt like a broken heart.

But, I beg you not to turn a deaf ear to my words. 

Because,
It's a eruption of passion which can't have proper words.
And it's a burning of the soul which can't be cooled anymore.
And also it's a rumble of beating at the door
Which a barbarian is never allowed to go through.

frustrating : number 8

It's very frustrating to make a poem in foreign language.
Sometimes I myself think of this attempt as nonsense.
So,  I try to make a poem about what this attempt is.




A poem of a barbarian ( number 8 : revision 0 )



A poem should be a row of beautiful words like a pearl necklace.
And it should be a stream of comfortable sounds like a bird's carol.
And also it should be a pill of tranquilizer like a mother's lullaby.

But,
A poem of a barbarian is a mass of ugly words like an aftermath of an earthquake.
And it is a tangle of moans and groans like grappling beasts.
And also it is a mass of rock salt like a typhoon blow.

But, I beg you not to shut your ears. 

Because,
It's a burst of passion which can't have proper words.
And it's a shaking of soul which can't be calm anymore.
And also it's a sound of beating the gate door
Which a barbarian is never allowed to go through.

Revised and revised : number 7

Sorry for the long absence,
if there are any readers who
might be waiting to see my next poem.
This poem will be my first and last poem
for this year 2012.
I wish you enjoy the new year holidays.



( number 7 : revision 1 )
The Three Little Demons


After playing hide and seek,
The three little demons lost their way.

The white demon found a hut.
Then the red demon dashed towards it.
And then green demon chased them.

Just in front of the hut,
A witch stood cooking a pot of soup.

The white demon greeted her.
Then red demon asked for a taste.
And then green demon nodded, too.

The witch led them into the hut.
And she gave them the soup.

The three little demons started whining,
"Soup with no meat and vegetables."

The white demon asked her for potatoes.
So the witch took him out of the hut.

Then red demon asked her for meat.
So the witch took him out of the hut.

And then the green demon trembled with fear.
So the witch dragged him out of the hut.

The soup smelled so nicely.
Potato and meat are simmering in the pot.

"Do you want vegetable ?"
The witch asked him.

Suddenly,
A big laugh came down from the roof.

The green demon looked up,
The white and the red sitting on the roof,
With lots of stars twinkling in the sky.

The witch gave them another helping.
And said,
"Nobody will eat you."
"Relax, Enjoy your life."

The final revision : number 6

Because I don't want to drive the readers
feelings, I decided to remove the word
'surprise' from the poem, and revised it
as follows.



(number 6 : revision 2)
After the typhoon

Just after the rain stopped,
Lot's of bicycles rushed out
From the big high-school gate.

A yellow umbrella turned around
With a little girl under it.

The sky regained bright blue.
Strong winds still blew.

Just after the road dried,
Lot's of spots appeared
All around the sidewalk.

A yellow umbrella fell from
The hand of the little girl.

She found many pressed tiny frogs,
Flattened creatures with four legs.

Just after the typhoon went by.
Just after the typhoon went by.

The sky regained bright blue.
Strong winds still blew.

Revision by my family : number 6

There was a comment from my family
who used my account.
I revised the nember 6 as following:



(number 6 : revision 1)
After the typhoon

Just after the rain stopped,
Lot's of bicycles rushed out
From the big high-school gate.

A yellow umbrella turned around
With a little girl under it.

The sky regained bright blue.
Strong winds still blew.

Just after the road dried,
Lot's of spots appeared
All around the sidewalk.

A yellow umbrella fell from
The hand of the little girl.

Surprised to see pressed tiny frogs,
Flattened creatures with four legs.

Just after the typhoon went by.
Just after the typhoon went by.

The sky regained bright blue.
Strong winds still blew.

The May season : number 5

I think the most beautiful season of Tohoku is
a period from May holidays to the beginning of
the rainy season.
Especially the thin green color of the new leaves
is very beautiful and it is supposed to be a symbol
of Tohoku in Japan.
No matter what great grief Tohoku peoples have,
they appreciate this season with various thoughts.



(number 5 : revision o)
The park in May

New Leaves sprout on the trees
Rustling under the blue sky.
When mothers in the park
Call the names of their kids,
The sound of the leaves
Seem to grow louder.

Colorful flowers bloom on the trees
Shinning under the blue sky.
When principals in the park
Call the names of their pupils,
The color of the flowers
Seem to grow brighter.

The young trees stand in the park
Pointing toward the blue sky.
When gardeners in the park
Count all the trees again,
The number of the trees
Seem to Increase mysteriously.

revised : number 4

I showed my fourth poem to my English teacher.
She advised me to make its meaning clearer.
I revised it as the following.


(number 4 : revision 1)
A janitor murmured

He disappeared suddenly,
On the last day of camp.
I screamed I missed him.
My classmates said, who?
They didn't see him.
My teacher said, oh!
I must have dreamed.

He disappeared suddenly,
With a memory of hide-and-seek.
I shouted I saw him.
My classmate said, who?
They didn't see him.
The principal murmured,
He had been to be here.

He disappeared suddenly,
Just after playing on the stairs.
I said I loved him.
My classmates said, who?
You've lost your mind.
The janitor sighed,
He had been such a good boy.