Poetry of the ChungMaster

Ode to a Rose

2011-06-24T16:01:00.000-07:00

Ode to a Rose

~ The heart grows, just as a rose,
   From the depths of its roots,
   With each concurrent moment
   Acquires nutrients by the loots.

~ A rose is like a marriage,
   Which may be second-to-none,
   As it blooms asides the other flowers.
   A blossom, only one.

~ A pleasurable thorn,
   Life's God-given gift,
   Can be suitable for one thing
   But for another, it's just a stiff.

~ Ode to a rose!
   "My wild Irish rose!"
   A single figment of nature
   Where beauty comes and goes.

Farewell, Quincy High School

2011-06-22T17:26:00.000-07:00

Farewell, Quincy High School

~ Farewell, Quincy High School
   The memories shall last
   But since the future must unfurl,
   We must forgo the past.

~ But what stops the reminiscence
   Is not the things we've learned
   So, we often drop the good times
   Because leaving was what we yearned.

~ Remember the old Vocational Tech?
   The broken doors, the darkened halls, the walls composed of brick?
   Every square inch of asbestos found
   Was enough to make one sick.

~With fears that we would be stuck in trash,
   The garbage that only grew,
   An announcement came, a promise for change
   A school was to be built anew.

~ The work began and students were moved
   And all were cramped in a single space
   The old school never seemed so bad,
   Until construction noises filled up the place.

~ Once ancient and historical,
   The old school had dissolved
   With years of seeing grime and mold,
   The President's place had just evolved.

~ With that said, we say goodbye
    And move to better things
    But in my mind, and others too,
    I still hear school bells ring.

~ Farewell, Quincy High School
   You surely will be missed
   The time we've spent was not a waste
   I'm glad this place exists...

Rain

2011-02-13T14:52:00.000-08:00

Rain
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Rain falls from the high skies, while heavenly figures drop tears from their eyes.
Tears of sadness, health, wealth, and drops of pleasure for the girls and the guys.
    As we watch the rain from the ground, there's a picture painting all around.

Winter Nova

2011-02-01T15:12:00.000-08:00

Winter Nova

~ Cold, white, beautiful, and bright

   Come every single snowflake, there's a hint of light.

~ May those who point and aggravate
   Leave others to appreciate
   The beauty Mother Nature brings
   And long await the arrival of spring.
   There's not much reason to complain,
   There's more a reason to hate rain,
   While flooding troubles always last,
   The snow is something we get past.
   Both mentally and physically,
   The snow can't hurt us easily.

~ Cold, white, beautiful, and bright
   Come every single snowflake, there's a hint of light.

Christmas Bells

2010-12-24T20:11:00.000-08:00

Christmas Bells

~ Bells that ring past darkness and light,
   Sounds that echo and take a flight,
   Vibes that always tune up just right,
   Colors that brighten up the night.
   Sleigh bells ringing and dinging 'round,
   Any child will love the sound,
   Its rare appearance will astound,
   While Christmas Day I sing songs-found.

Music of the Common Man

2010-12-11T17:22:00.000-08:00

Music of the Common Man

~ Music was mundane and real
   And brought for uses of appeal
   Yet something here is not quite right,
   As now it's made just for the deal.

~ Music used to be for fun
   Ideas were thought up on the run
   Today it's seen as not the same,
   As licks and songs are overdone.

~ Music was a way to perk
   Our hearts and minds were filled with irk
   Those pains will only grow full-strength,
   With songs now titled, "You're a Jerk."

~ Music came from those with pride
   From those who fully worked and tried
   Now, most artists lack the effort
   Critics listen, just to abide.

~ Music...what more can one say?
   We listen to it every day.
   New novelties wear our pleasures thin
   "Can music be restored?", I pray.

Failure

2010-11-22T17:21:00.000-08:00

Failure

~You travel far and travel forth
One path heads south, the other north
To look and see south's end is Failure
Leads one to find north's end a savior
There's no one way to right or wrong
As either or can last life-long
One path is corrupt with twists and bends
The other holds but towns and dead-ends
"Which path is better?", you ask yourself
It seems quite clear to those, like myself
With failure you can just restart,
But why is this path hard to part?
Success just leads to journey's end
With no full reason to contend
Both paths can't help with what you yearn
Since one is flawed and the other can't learn.

Dancing

2010-11-13T09:56:00.000-08:00

Dancing

~ 'Tis a movement of grace or passion or fun
   And somewhat a hobby in the moon or the sun
   With twirls, jumps and moves of a nimrod
   There are even some that require a run
   It's a mystery how such a thing can be won
   As it's merely a tool for the pleasure of facade
   There's "Cha-Cha", "The Tango" or even the "Charleston"
   The "Waltz", "The Jitterbug" or songs from a boatman
   It's a mystery how such a thing can be awed
   For some, it escapes from jumping the gun
   This act is something which people don't shun
   I wish I could not be the man of applause
   But someone who joins in, before it is done.

The Sky

2010-10-17T16:43:00.000-07:00

The Sky

~ Somedays we see sun
Other times we see the night
With clouds in between.

Randomness

2010-10-16T19:25:00.000-07:00

Randomness

~Come and walk, you and I
We'll see a world that will never die
We'll see a world that asks us "Why?"
And we'll find reasons why we comply.

~I can see it now, the possibilities
This place is what we wish would be
This place with both friends and enemies
And contradictions are a meaningless sea.

~There would be no need for violence,
But those with struggles could get guidance
It could be a universe of great essence
And we'd honor those who'd make a presence.

~The second coming of imagination
Would bring to life a new creation
Life would return with its new union,
Which we would bring both thought and action.

~However, there could be great trauma
And you may see strong drugs and vodka
"How we discover such awful drama?"
Is something else paid with a quota

~And now we see the world is restless
With mixed emotions such as happiness
"What is this land that gives great deepness?"
It's this complex world of randomness.

What is a Saxophone?

2010-10-11T13:46:00.000-07:00

What is a Saxophone?

~What is a Saxophone?
Some call it an instrument
Others see it otherwise
I, myself, with such content,
Claim the "Sax" to be a prize.

~What is a Saxophone?
It is regarded for its music
And its ever-vibrant sound
One musician may play forth a trick,
Until a beat is found.

~What is a Saxophone?
Saxophone players are great,
Like Parker to Coltrane to "G"
And students often imitate,
But I like to play like me.

~Just what is a Saxophone?
Compared to instruments, aside
Is it one of the best in the world?
That is for you to decide.

The Snowman

2010-10-11T10:30:00.000-07:00

The Snowman

~The snowman sits upon his home

He wishes for an igloo dome

He wears a single hat on head

And has no place to go or roam.

~To us, he is inanimate

To us, he is considered “it”

To us, he has a frozen soul

To us, to build, we use the kit.

~For now, we see him watch the sun

But soon, he will be long but done

As long as there is snow around

I shall build another one.