<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915</id><updated>2012-01-29T19:32:14.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Poetry Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>my life... in the language of verses and rhymes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-113336963227860137</id><published>2005-11-30T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:53:52.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>My Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Rain Sun Clouds&lt;br /&gt;Hot Cold Windy and Calm&lt;br /&gt;I predict that it's unpredictable!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the Maryland weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love my family too&lt;br /&gt;We are as random as the weather gets.&lt;br /&gt;One moment we'll be living together&lt;br /&gt;And the other, we are everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the rainy days in the Old Line State&lt;br /&gt;My father brings in much needed shower&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied with occasional thunder&lt;br /&gt;I might not like it but I know I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun shines through my mother's warmth&lt;br /&gt;Balancing out the storm of my father's&lt;br /&gt;She brings out the beauty of Appalachian&lt;br /&gt;She brings out the beauty in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Her snow makes my life cold&lt;br /&gt;Her snow makes everyone's life cold&lt;br /&gt;But she provides the snow days that we all could use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a floating cloud.&lt;br /&gt;And one day&lt;br /&gt;I might bring the much needed rain to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Timothy Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-113336963227860137?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113336963227860137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=113336963227860137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/113336963227860137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/113336963227860137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-113331561620014832</id><published>2005-11-29T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:53:36.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>First Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure&lt;br /&gt;If I remember this one correctly,&lt;br /&gt;But I was on a family tour&lt;br /&gt;And I saw this one cool tree.&lt;br /&gt;Winding branches and crooked roots&lt;br /&gt;Crispy leaves and rotten fruits,&lt;br /&gt;Perfect for kids like me&lt;br /&gt;To tumble and rumble till I scrape my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently&lt;br /&gt;The playground wasn't only for me&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of kids biting and fighting already&lt;br /&gt;Around the tree&lt;br /&gt;They greeted me with so much joy&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter&lt;br /&gt;That I couldn't speak in their tongue&lt;br /&gt;We all gathered around&lt;br /&gt;For great afternoon fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;As it is true with any good story&lt;br /&gt;There was this beautiful girl.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Typical tale.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;She was my first love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a boy to do,&lt;br /&gt;If he wants to win the heart of his love?&lt;br /&gt;Hang upside down on the tree&lt;br /&gt;And say "I love you" from above!&lt;br /&gt;Branch by branch&lt;br /&gt;Carefully I climbed the tree&lt;br /&gt;I stretched my arm out&lt;br /&gt;And held on tight on one of the stronger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the unthinkable predictable happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stronger one wasn't strong enough&lt;br /&gt;And crashing down I became the dumbest one&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful one laughed out loud&lt;br /&gt;As well as biting ones and fighting ones&lt;br /&gt;Then the time struck five-o-one&lt;br /&gt;And everyone had to leave for their parents.&lt;br /&gt;Except for me, the "brave" one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm twenty four&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'll be more mature.&lt;br /&gt;But as they say&lt;br /&gt;History repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll tell that story some other time.&lt;br /&gt;For now,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed my first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Timothy Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I dont think this is a true story.. --;; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-113331561620014832?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113331561620014832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=113331561620014832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/113331561620014832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/113331561620014832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-113215813218860128</id><published>2005-11-16T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:22:12.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that I almost crossed the Golden River</title><content type='html'>How far could it be?&lt;br /&gt;That was the initial thought.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I’m in the navy&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there are girls to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny August afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Crisp blue current&lt;br /&gt;Pretty college girls&lt;br /&gt;What can possible go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death was never in my mind&lt;br /&gt;While I was floating away&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that worried me was&lt;br /&gt;How stupid I look to those sugar pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When big grey hard rock hit me&lt;br /&gt;I felt even dumber&lt;br /&gt;I could already hear the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Oh, death be upon me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing on to the rock&lt;br /&gt;I waited.&lt;br /&gt;For what?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;To be rescued.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But probably was waiting for the time to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the shore&lt;br /&gt;I was shivering.&lt;br /&gt;Cold?&lt;br /&gt;Probably the embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;At least I got a story to tell now&lt;br /&gt;To my future children, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-113215813218860128?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113215813218860128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=113215813218860128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/113215813218860128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/113215813218860128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-that-i-almost-crossed-golden-river.html' title='The day that I almost crossed the Golden River'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-113142751121474709</id><published>2005-11-08T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:29:25.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Four</title><content type='html'>Twenty Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like yesturday that I came back home&lt;br /&gt;With a first place medal from NASA.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, people tell me that I'm late again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm twenty four and I'm late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2.&lt;br /&gt;It's like that kid who missed his bus ride to school&lt;br /&gt;So, his dad had to give him a ride.&lt;br /&gt;Like that kid, I'm late to my second period.&lt;br /&gt;I'm twenty four and I'm late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;After three misguided effections&lt;br /&gt;I click through my nights&lt;br /&gt;With puberty coming in 6 years late.&lt;br /&gt;I'm twenty four and I'm late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3.&lt;br /&gt;Driving my puny little peanut car&lt;br /&gt;To a room that I call home&lt;br /&gt;I come home late from a lone social life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm twenty four and I'm late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;After three misguided effections&lt;br /&gt;I click through my nights&lt;br /&gt;With puberty coming in 6 years late.&lt;br /&gt;I'm twenty four and I'm late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- s.m. Timothy Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A D A E&lt;br /&gt;A E A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F#m D F#m E&lt;br /&gt;A E A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-113142751121474709?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113142751121474709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=113142751121474709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/113142751121474709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/113142751121474709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/twenty-four.html' title='Twenty Four'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112912553813366867</id><published>2005-10-12T09:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:09:14.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Letdown</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful letdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I strode for love&lt;br /&gt;When I ran down the road of pain&lt;br /&gt;Leapt and dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful letdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I knew&lt;br /&gt;That no men's affection, praise, and passion&lt;br /&gt;Would ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cross that finish line, end of all&lt;br /&gt;I'll see that it was meaningless, meaningless&lt;br /&gt;Then I will fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;I will carry a cross and a song where I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;But I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the "lost verse" of Switfoot's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful Let Down&lt;/span&gt; by Timothy Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112912553813366867?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112912553813366867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112912553813366867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112912553813366867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112912553813366867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/beautiful-letdown.html' title='Beautiful Letdown'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112792532392865177</id><published>2005-09-28T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:35:23.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1059/1600/Mondrian_CompRYB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1059/320/Mondrian_CompRYB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red, white, yellow and blue&lt;br /&gt;Black thick lines and bunch of squares&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean? I don't have a clue!&lt;br /&gt;A million dollars? That can't be fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Timothy Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112792532392865177?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112792532392865177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112792532392865177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112792532392865177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112792532392865177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/red-white-yellow-and-blue-black-thick.html' title=''/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112753534817572075</id><published>2005-09-24T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:15:48.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnetic Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1059/1600/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1059/320/noname.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is always beneath you&lt;br /&gt;it whispers of summer morning&lt;br /&gt;but squirrel would eat a popsicle&lt;br /&gt;for my world is simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- s.m. Timothy Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112753534817572075?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112753534817572075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112753534817572075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112753534817572075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112753534817572075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/magnetic-poetry.html' title='Magnetic Poetry'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112736111911304899</id><published>2005-09-21T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:52:14.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why</title><content type='html'>What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten, and what arms have lain&lt;br /&gt;Under my head till morning; but the rain&lt;br /&gt;Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh&lt;br /&gt;Upon the glass and listen for reply,&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain&lt;br /&gt;For unremembered lads that not again&lt;br /&gt;Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.&lt;br /&gt;Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,&lt;br /&gt;Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,&lt;br /&gt;Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say what loves have come and gone,&lt;br /&gt;I only know that summer sang in me&lt;br /&gt;A little while, that in me sings no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1923&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112736111911304899?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112736111911304899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112736111911304899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112736111911304899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112736111911304899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-lips-my-lips-have-kissed-and.html' title='What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112671330827590468</id><published>2005-09-14T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:04:47.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word</title><content type='html'>In&lt;br /&gt;spring    when the world was mud-&lt;br /&gt;dy and damp the Word ceased to exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t fight.&lt;br /&gt;He hadn’t fought at all.&lt;br /&gt;All He wanted was to bring truth to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world was puddle-wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and crisp with blood,&lt;br /&gt;His body hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a miracle of rare device,&lt;br /&gt;In hate love blossomed&lt;br /&gt;From blood came snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- s.m. Timothy Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112671330827590468?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112671330827590468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112671330827590468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112671330827590468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112671330827590468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/word.html' title='The Word'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112662770981358051</id><published>2005-09-13T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:10:05.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;이젠 그만 울고 싶습니다&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;너무나도 힘이 듭니다.&lt;br /&gt;멀리나마 하나님의 응원소리가 들립니다.&lt;br /&gt;디모데 너는 할수있다고&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;알았습니다.&lt;br /&gt;하나님이 얼마나 고통스러워 하시고 계시다는것을.&lt;br /&gt;하나님만 바라보고 싶습니다&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;믿고 따라가고 싶어도&lt;br /&gt;가끔가단 하나님이 밉습니다.&lt;br /&gt;"응원만 하지말고 좀 도와주세요!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;하나님만 바라 볼테니&lt;br /&gt;이 부서진 마음 고쳐달라고 기도합니다.&lt;br /&gt;그런 기도를 하는 내 마음은 더욱더 아픕니다&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;이젠 그만 울고 싶습니다&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2004/12/10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 聖文 김디모데&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.kgfamily.com/highwind/index_0.html"&gt;http://www.kgfamily.com/highwind/index_0.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112662770981358051?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112662770981358051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112662770981358051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112662770981358051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112662770981358051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112606038076046223</id><published>2005-09-06T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:33:35.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitless Flower</title><content type='html'>Down the street lives a nameless flower&lt;br /&gt;Captivating the vagrant, it boasts its beaut&lt;br /&gt;With such rare distinction&lt;br /&gt;It clouds the vagrants mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the street lives a nameless flower&lt;br /&gt;Watering the flower, his mind in mute&lt;br /&gt;With such sweet salutation&lt;br /&gt;Its spirit and his soul bind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the street lives a fruitless flower&lt;br /&gt;Shrinking away, he ends his pursuit&lt;br /&gt;With such crumbling emotion&lt;br /&gt;Leaves the sick behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- s.m. Timothy Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112606038076046223?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112606038076046223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112606038076046223' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112606038076046223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112606038076046223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/fruitless-flower.html' title='Fruitless Flower'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112545291535114665</id><published>2005-08-30T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:49:43.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>What gets cold,&lt;br /&gt;When it is left alone and does not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets warm,&lt;br /&gt;When it is together with much glee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sm. Timothy Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.22.04 12:38am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112545291535114665?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112545291535114665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112545291535114665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112545291535114665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112545291535114665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112545254692198399</id><published>2005-08-30T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:42:26.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>지금 내 가슴속에&lt;br /&gt; 꿈틀 거리고 있는&lt;br /&gt; 이것은 도대체 무엇일까?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 밖으로 뛰처 나오고 싶어&lt;br /&gt; 미친듯이 날뛰고 있는&lt;br /&gt; 이것은 도대체 무엇일까?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But why is it that&lt;br /&gt; I'm suppressing it?&lt;br /&gt; Why is it that&lt;br /&gt; I do not feel fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For I do not know,&lt;br /&gt; For I cannot know,&lt;br /&gt; For I want not to know,&lt;br /&gt; I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - sm. Timothy Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112545254692198399?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112545254692198399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112545254692198399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112545254692198399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112545254692198399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112462119219690591</id><published>2005-08-21T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T06:46:32.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>난 당신의</title><content type='html'>난 당신의 휴식처가 되고싶습니다.&lt;br /&gt;당신이 힘들 때 기댈 수 있는 어깨가&lt;br /&gt;당신이 슬플 때 안아 줄 수 있는 가슴이  되고싶습니다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 당신의 기쁨이 되고싶습니다.&lt;br /&gt;당신의 삶 속의 행복의 근원이&lt;br /&gt;당신의 즐거움의 이유가  되고싶습니다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 당신의 사랑이 되고싶습니다.&lt;br /&gt;옛날 어느 누군가 그랬던 것처럼&lt;br /&gt;당신과 함께 진리를 기뻐하고&lt;br /&gt;당신과  함께 모든 것을 참으며&lt;br /&gt;모든 것을 믿으며&lt;br /&gt;모든 것을 바라며&lt;br /&gt;모든 것을 견디는&lt;br /&gt;당신의 사랑이  되고싶습니다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;왜냐구요?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;이미 당신은&lt;br /&gt;나의 휴식처가&lt;br /&gt;나의 기쁨이&lt;br /&gt;그리고&lt;br /&gt;나의 사랑이 되어 주었기  때문입니다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 당신의 사랑이 되고싶습니다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 聖文 김디모데&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004년 2월 26일&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112462119219690591?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112462119219690591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112462119219690591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112462119219690591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112462119219690591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='난 당신의'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-112049271920592236</id><published>2005-07-04T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:58:39.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>바다</title><content type='html'>나침판 없이&lt;br /&gt;등대도 없이&lt;br /&gt;난 이곳에 떠있네&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;파도도 없고&lt;br /&gt;바람도 없는&lt;br /&gt;난 이곳에 떠있네&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;돛도 없이&lt;br /&gt;노도 없이&lt;br /&gt;난 이곳에 떠있네&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 이곳에 떠있네...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- s.m. Timothy Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二千四年 五月&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-112049271920592236?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112049271920592236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=112049271920592236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112049271920592236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/112049271920592236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='바다'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-111824479280401164</id><published>2005-06-08T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:33:12.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Hardened heart, blinds my eyes&lt;br /&gt; In hate, where freedom dies&lt;br /&gt; Standing with a myopic mind,&lt;br /&gt; Darkness conceals my street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cupid's arrow, a purpose it reminds&lt;br /&gt; In love, where freedom binds&lt;br /&gt; Floating with wings of worship,&lt;br /&gt; Adoration shackles my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - s.m. Timothy Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early winter, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-111824479280401164?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111824479280401164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=111824479280401164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/111824479280401164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/111824479280401164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-111801818275436397</id><published>2005-06-05T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:37:44.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>無題(무제)</title><content type='html'>크고 네모 반듯한 창문은&lt;br /&gt;제한된 세상을 담지만&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;작고 둥근 물방울은&lt;br /&gt;더 큰 세계를 담는다&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 聖文 김디모데&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004년 9월 8일&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-111801818275436397?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111801818275436397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=111801818275436397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/111801818275436397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/111801818275436397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='無題(무제)'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471915.post-111797696173515561</id><published>2005-06-05T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T09:10:00.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace (חַנָּה)</title><content type='html'>Warmth of love, my heart's guile&lt;br /&gt;The mockery of spring's smile;&lt;br /&gt;Promise of summer, deludes my mind&lt;br /&gt;When winter's blister, I can only find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did it go astray?&lt;br /&gt;And where will it lead?&lt;br /&gt;To summer, my heart will not heed&lt;br /&gt;For winter's blisters are here to stay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- s.m. timothy kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early winter, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally posted on &lt;a href="http://www.cyworld.com/whatda"&gt;cyworld.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471915-111797696173515561?l=yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111797696173515561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471915&amp;postID=111797696173515561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/111797696173515561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471915/posts/default/111797696173515561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/grace.html' title='Grace (חַנָּה)'/><author><name>Highwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499936125101929578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
