Our Time has Just Begun

Game after game,

each distinctive inside,

of the 6 teams renamed,

only brothers alongside.

Point after point,

each worth more than one,

in every heart now believing,

the victory’s rung.

With anger to make fun,

like the end is worth nothing,

beneath the shining sun,

is the dragon banner winning.

Our brotherhood of sports,

carries in the dragon’s heart,

hand raised above the court,

shows our fierce dynamic art.

My Family

Family is a mixture

a term to blend personalities

a symphony from instrumental differences

an unbalanced harmony between

solid love and ordered discipline.

At times are loving,

with the gentle caressing of a morning sunrise.

At times are complex,

like a needle, just one

pricking my heart with words

harsh

cold.

Yet family,

between the expectations and impressions,

through the reflections and deliberations,

is a loving home

is shelter

is tolerance 

is a fall back on

is true.

Maybe the warmth is stopped,

against walls built by stress and pressure,

but never forgotten.

Maybe the love is hidden,

behind the curtains of a forceful hand,

but always true.

Annotation:

• Repetition
• Simile
• Metaphor
• Symbol
• Imagery
• Diction
• Alliteration
• Personification
• Assonance