Wansoo Kim writes

Life

Grass 
Which lives eating dreams 
And disappears like dreams.

Without eating dreams, 
It’ll be fallen leaves 
Blooming only flowers of tears 
Withering or getting sick.  

But with eating dreams without stopping, 
It’ll bloom a flower 
Touching the hearts of all the people 
With its own fragrance, 
Even though shaken and soaked 
By the storms.

The sky often whispers 
No flowers bloom 
without being shaken or soaked.

Aquis IV -- Robert Porazinski

Wansoo Kim writes

Science

A monster 
with a big head 
And so many bright eyes, 
But a small cold heart.

Though you act big pretending to know everything 
Always tapping on a calculator 
And arranging numbers 
Looking into a microscope or telescope,

Aren’t you a hardheaded rube 
That doesn’t know or feel what is love 
That two souls meet to become one?

Why did you, nevertheless, fly to the kingdom of the moon 
Flapping the wings like a strong eagle 
Only to kill a milling rabbit 
And also fly to the kingdoms of the stars 
Only to interrupt the love between the Altair and the Vega?

How do you have an idea of the spring water of inspiration 
Flowing out of the deep valley of the artist’s soul 
And shed light on God’s providence 
That Jesus was born 
By the Holy Spirit resting on Mary?
 
 Mad Scientist -- Roberto Campus

Wansoo Kim writes

Children of Talebans

Teenagers
That even the blood of all desires is dried
By a whip of scary hunger every day
Hang all the hope of their life in Talebans’ hands
Hung on the bait of free bread and free study.

Talebans light
A fire of hostility
In the heart of innocent children
With the brutal video
That Westerners killed Muslims.

They also light a fire of proud martyrdom in the children’s heart
That a suicide bombing to aim at Westerners
Is the glorious way
To receive the eternal Heaven as a gift.

The children
Load the technique to make a bomb jacket and to kill people
In their heart blazing with hostility and martyrdom
And hurl all their life.

Even this moment a lot of children
With bombs wrapped around all their body as a band of glory
At a single motion
Burn their bud bright with jewels of their dream
And fly away reduced to ashes.

 Taliban -- Bernhard Heller

Wansoo Kim writes

Tears of Glacier

In the jungle of buildings  
City dances in all seasons 
Falling in a hot love 
With air conditioners or cars 
Day and night.

A woman who has kept her virginity long years 
In clothes of virgin white with loft pattern 
Sobs growing thin day by day 
With the pain 
That the disease of repressed stress bursts her heart 
And tears her internal organs 
Because of the hot dancing wind 
That city blows with his whole body and soul   

The man that doesn’t even turn his eyes on 
Why the woman sobs 
And what kind of serious disease she suffers from  
Still today day and night 
Burns his body 
In flames of money and pleasure 
With his blood boiling over 
Due to the dancing wind.
 
 Red Apple -- Karen Aghamyan

Wansoo Kim writes

To the Poem of a Flower

In front of darkness 

That doesn't bloom a stem of a poem 

Even though I burn my whole body 

Staying up all night,

You are giving off 

The mysterious scent 

Like the poem of a fresh flower 

Whose petals are in full bloom.

In your white and clean flower flesh, 

The myth of Venus is heard 

And in your flower eyes like jewels, 

The legend of Emerald Lake glitters.

Please don’t open 

Your reddish flower lips,  

‘Cause the whispers of love overflow 

Even in the crack of the closed flower lips 

And light a fire in the heart of darkness.

Darkness runs away 

As you shine brilliantly, 

But small embers 

Left in the trembling heart 

Are blooming 

As a stem of a love poem

 

Venus Verticordia -- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Wansoo Kim writes

The Tearful Flames of Love
-prologue-

Heaven, do you know a woman 
That soothes her tearing heart
Only with tears?

Earth, do you know a woman
The depth of whose bitterness
no one can fathom with a cold heart
And that can by no means get out of the middle 
Of a dark tunnel in her?

Who said love's a sweet cotton candy
Or the country of rainbow-colored fantasy?
Who knows the tears burning flesh and blood
Are hidden in the charming flame? 
 
 -- Corina Chirila

Wansoo Kim writes

A Strange Bag

Imagining possession is exciting, 

He is all smiles 

With only the expectation he may possess. 

He knows he won't be filled up 

But he always opens his mouth 

Just like a man exhausted with hunger. 

He is proud of his possession, 

But when lost or deprived, 

He doesn't fall asleep or falls ill. 

Laughing or weeping 

With the things like the wind 

That'll stay for a short time, 

He opens his mouth 

Just like a man exhausted with hunger.

 

 Greed -- Ken Ruzic