tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32153172011-04-22T05:20:00.277+08:00Thoughts...My poems...Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1150290930661341512006-06-14T21:15:00.000+08:002006-06-14T21:15:30.676+08:00My SwordYou stand shining in the sun,That gleam in your eye,Lifts my spirits high,For the battle that has begun,Oh my Lords!Brandish your swords!There is a battle to be won.There is beauty in your jewels,Your heart is pure as gold,Your body nice to hold,Mesmerizing everyone in your duels,Your tongue is sharp,That cuts through tarp,Anybody in your way, are merely fools.You dance ever so elegantly,Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1148905558043025582006-05-29T20:22:00.000+08:002006-05-29T20:25:59.100+08:00Shining LightWhere have you gone, my guiding star?Without you, I will not go far,I find myself wondering aimlessly,Straying from the roads and into the alley,Stopping by every hell hole,Accepting whatever I’ve been told.I cannot see anything in front of me,Only my past is the things that I see,And looking at the path I’ve taken,I feel hurt and I feel forsaken,I am in the dark, and I am in pain,SoKen Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1120843486721003542005-07-09T01:23:00.000+08:002005-07-09T01:24:46.726+08:00i have an opinionyou have an opinionjust because they clashdoesn't mean mine's trashdon't have to argue with mejust a point that i want people to seeso, dont say that i am wrongdont call me a ding dongjust accept what i had to sayjust state your opinion if you mayi'll listen and disagreebut it wont change you or mejust better understanding of each otherand we can all be friend with one anotherKen Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1078980175338965452004-03-11T12:42:00.000+08:002004-03-11T12:45:11.530+08:00Serenity passes through the land,
Having you in my arms, holding your hand,
Essense of you, something so true,
Eager am I to spend another day with you,
Nobody else can ever take your place,
Around you, my fears subside, my calmness surface...Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1077846691004329262004-02-27T09:51:00.000+08:002004-03-04T11:56:17.466+08:00Yesterday was a wonderful day,
That had to end in such a horrible way,
I wish to say that I am truly sorry,
So in the future, you don't have to worry,
Now all I can think is that I have failed you,
When the situation came, I didn't know what to do,
I never want to leave your side again,
To hold your hand, so beside you I shall remain...Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1077344890710109662004-02-21T14:28:00.000+08:002004-02-21T14:30:08.326+08:00Ever since the day, I saw your smiling face,
Very pretty indeed, a girl with elegance and grace,
Exhibits trustworthiness and sincerity,
Loveliest girl that there can ever be,
Youthful, dignified, but also very helpful,
Not to mention she’s bright and thoughtful.
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1076645132724866892004-02-13T12:05:00.000+08:002004-02-23T01:55:07.653+08:00I have been wanting to say,
That I have longed for the day,
To have you back into my arms,
To hold you,
To kiss you,
To make you happy with my charms.
Every night I look at the sky,
I think of you, wondering why,
Why are you so far away?
Away from me,
Making me empty,
Just to be with you again, I pray.
Everyday, I looked forward to,
Hear news, any news, from you,
I don’t care how interesting orKen Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1069134611821740862003-11-18T13:50:00.000+08:002003-11-18T13:50:34.653+08:00Wong Ken Rhee
Born in 1983
Second day of the third moon
And I'll probably go some time soon...
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1061210601929786362003-08-18T20:43:00.000+08:002003-08-18T20:43:21.963+08:00I regret that this will be my last poem for quite some time. I will be going off and I do not know whether I will have the time or commodities to write and pulish more poems. This is a poem I dedicate to all my friends, young and old, whom I may or have not said properly my good-byes. I bit you all a farewell...
Good-Byes
G oing is always hard to do
O nce I have gotten to know you
O bviously, itKen Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1061210199805874632003-08-18T20:36:00.000+08:002003-08-18T20:36:39.980+08:00The Titanic
In 1912, on the 14th of April,
A ship, big and colossal,
Set off on her maiden voyage,
To America with courage,
From Southampton,
Across the Atlantic Ocean,
The best of its kind,
The best you could find,
The name of this ship so gigantic,
Is none other than the Titanic.
And on one unfortunate day,
On her travel to the USA,
An iceberg did she crash,
The starboard did it gash,
Inch byKen Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1061120183997500522003-08-17T19:36:00.000+08:002003-08-17T19:36:23.930+08:00Change
I have been around for many years,
And many years for me to go,
What’s installed for me, who would know?
I can think of things that calm my fears,
I can think of things that give me tears.
I’ve been around, since I was born,
On the 2nd of March, in 1983,
And given the name, Wong Ken Rhee,
Death of 3 loved ones, I had mourn,
So many new cousins, I could yawn.
Things are always changing,
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1061120150436622712003-08-17T19:35:00.000+08:002003-08-17T19:35:50.363+08:00How now, Brown cow
Its okay, Blue jay
Take that, Fat cat
Hang loose, Silly goose
Best of luck, Golden duck
What’s the matter, Silky otter?
Looking fine, Trusty canine
Lend a hand, Pelican
Why so lull, Seagull
Why do you cry, Pretty butterfly?
Ponder this, Praying mantis
Where have you been, Terrapin?
That’s the rule, Stubborn mule
Don’t scowl, Wise owl
This is my house, Little mouse
See you laterKen Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060918048896773832003-08-15T11:27:00.000+08:002003-08-15T11:31:56.096+08:00Nobility
There was once a noble looking man,
Who was as noble as can be,
He had this noble little notion,
And brewed this noble potion,
So now only people as noble as he,
Would be able to see this noble invisible man.
But now nobody can ever see him,
Not even his best friends or his family,
Something went wrong, or so he thought,
So the answer he tried to sought,
But as he tried, he decided Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060791492653925342003-08-14T00:18:00.000+08:002003-08-14T00:22:59.080+08:00What Loving You Means to Me
I used to look at girls differently,
From the way I look at you,
Especially the ones that are pretty,
Wonderful things in my heard I do,
My eyes peel of every inch of clothing,
Dresses, underwear, and bikinis,
Or whatever they might be wearing,
That is what my eye sees.
A whiff of their perfume,
Takes me off to a far off place,
Where the girl wears a revealing Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060705372390899162003-08-13T00:22:00.000+08:002003-08-13T00:22:52.420+08:00I wonder how I would feel
I wonder how I would feel,
When a tiger approaches for the kill,
Or just before you hit the floor,
When your parachute tore,
Or when your neck snaps,
When the roof collapse,
Or when your lungs start filling up,
With water while scuba diving, yup!
Or seconds before ending up in a car wreck,
Where you lost control and broke your neck,
Or when a king cobra sinks his teeth Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060649809398845462003-08-12T08:56:00.000+08:002003-08-12T08:56:49.236+08:00Home Away From Home
Various countries, various places,
Many different looks, many different faces,
Coming together as one big family,
Living joyously and happily,
This is the place where we all roam,
A tale of a home away from home.
A piece of wood here, a pile of bricks there,
Certainly a sight you all will stare,
Slowly, bit by bit,
Bricks laid, walls built,
Taking shape of our boarding,
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060578215068814432003-08-11T13:03:00.000+08:002003-08-11T13:03:35.030+08:00I never did want things to change
I never wanted to scare you,
Whatever I said, may seem strange,
But I’m happy just being friends with you.
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060487967913224672003-08-10T11:59:00.000+08:002003-08-10T11:59:27.726+08:00Death
My day has come, on this forsaken Earth,
No more witnessing any more deaths nor birth,
Except for my very own death,
Waiting for my very last breath,
Life flashing before my very eyes,
Showed me how fast time flies,
The hearts that I have broken,
Those whom I have forgotten,
There are also those who have hurt me,
Rejected my love, my apology,
Things that I have done,
The times I had fun,
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060435856582595092003-08-09T21:30:00.000+08:002003-08-09T21:30:56.613+08:00Inspiration
The sun gives me light,
The stars give me night,
The wind gives me flight,
The mountains give me might,
The forests give me a heart,
Violence tears me apart,
Animals give me love,
Cats, pups, fawns and the dove,
And you give me inspiration,
Give me hope, spurs my determination.
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060347374690178632003-08-08T20:56:00.000+08:002003-08-08T20:58:04.626+08:00Love and Hate
There are things that I truly hate,
About myself, my personality,
What can I do? This is my fate,
I can’t change it, I can’t change me.
Bad-mannered, boastful, lazy,
Selfish, self-centered, spendthrift
Desirous, short attention span, greedy,
Evil, do you catch my drift?
But there is only one me,
For that I can safely say,
Even if you don’t like what you see,
I will still love meKen Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060308337938889292003-08-08T10:05:00.000+08:002003-08-08T10:05:37.950+08:00Circle of Life
When Death comes to someone,
When someone’s time is done,
You may cry or mourn,
But look at it in a different light,
Just as the new day ends the night,
A new life is waiting to be born.
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060252858790439772003-08-07T18:40:00.000+08:002003-08-07T18:40:58.706+08:00Eternally Grateful
Thank you for these two wonderful years,
Enough to laugh about, enough to bring tears,
Expecting better things as the end nears.
Wondering how and wondering why,
And always wanting to soar high,
Never giving up (but sometimes say die).
Joyful, happy, always very cheery,
Always smiling, frowns very rarely,
Nice and sweet, like a big red cherry,
Eternally grateful, by Wong KenKen Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060174334230308592003-08-06T20:52:00.000+08:002003-08-06T20:52:14.106+08:00My First Crush
Of the poems I made all so very few,
Of movies and of my class too,
I have never made one for a girl I know
Who made a difference for me,
Most indefinitely,
So I guess why not make one for you.
From the first day that we met,
My heart pounded as fast as it could get,
Could not stop thinking of you,
Oh, swell,
I’m under a spell,
What is this feeling that I feel for you?
ThinkingKen Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1060058477685526872003-08-05T12:41:00.000+08:002003-08-07T19:36:14.260+08:00My Last Goodbye
I do not know exactly why,
After saying my last goodbye,
To the girl I never again will get to see,
I will never find another,
No one can ever replace her,
Yet I am still as happy as can be…
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1059453571904049642003-07-29T12:39:00.000+08:002003-08-08T20:59:22.546+08:00Monotonous Days
I didn’t notice it at first,
But I had this dying thirst,
For something new,
In this flawed milieu,
This life is getting mundane,
From going though this day all over again.
I remembered a day like this,
But the day was covered in mist,
But I remembered doing that, too,
When the sun was out and the sky was blue,
Whether shine or rain,
I will go though the day all over again.
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1058802998111023252003-07-21T23:56:00.000+08:002003-07-21T23:56:38.150+08:00Jealousy is in my heart,
And it is tearing me apart,
I can't do anything about it,
I am hopeless, i must admit,
I hope they are happy and always will be,
Coz I don't think I care anymore about me...
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-1056033368543104182003-06-19T22:36:00.000+08:002003-06-19T22:36:08.453+08:00Alone...
Many things in life I don't really conprehend
Like the party I did attend
I made my way and entered the room
I just sat down there
Without concern nor care
Without any inkling of the impending doom
Everybody was in tune, grooving and dancing
To me, they were just jumping and prancing
The music was unfamiliar, the rhythm was weird
I felt that I was left out
So much that I Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-96446952002-02-12T23:48:00.000+08:002002-02-12T23:48:08.863+08:00If guns were never invented... will we be here as we are?Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-73214392001-11-22T23:41:00.000+08:002001-11-22T23:41:21.170+08:00Why is it that we are so bogged down with old wives tales and superstition?
Why is it that we are so ignorant and follow what we see?
Why is it that we can't accept others for who they are?Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-73214022001-11-22T23:39:00.000+08:002001-11-22T23:39:09.060+08:00It may be difficult, but it is possible;
or
It may be possible, but it is difficult.
you choose...Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215317.post-73164102001-11-22T17:24:00.000+08:002001-11-22T17:24:30.266+08:00Thougths of the moments...
You are only one in the world;
but you are also the world to one.
Ken Rheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971472884386191452noreply@blogger.com0