English Self-Publishing Project

  Poetry is way expressive way to convey certain emotions and meanings. Poems are written to be shared and read by other people. In this few weeks I tried by best to share my poem to as many people as possible. Before I show you my self-publishing process, let me talk a litter bit about my poem. I wrote a poem about music and how music have different genres just like how we experience ups, downs and different emotions in our life.

Here is my poem:                                   So Many Kinds of Music

There are so many kinds of music,

the melancholy kind touches people's heart,

silences the world, leaves only sorrow and a stream of tears.

There are so many kinds of music,

the delightful kind fills the family with laughter,

illuminates the world with sunshine, sung by the carefree wanderer.

There are so many kinds of music,

the dignified kind rings from the churches,

tranquilizes the world with its holy voice, unites all souls into one.

There are so many kinds of music,

the exciting kind ignites the crowd with explosive sounds,

sets the world on burning fire, the people dance and shout with the beat.

One will always get bored if one only listens to one kind of music,

the existence of happiness, sadness, excitement, solemnity and many more,

                                                is what makes music so precious and meaningful.

First of all, I went to the community center, Old Barn, to share my poem.

By sharing my poem in the community center, the entire neighborhood will get a chance to read my poem.

Afterwards I decided to spread my poem in my apartment.

I not only post my poem on the community bulletin board, but also I attached it on my neighbors doors. By doing this, people in my apartment building will read my poem.

Then I didn't forget to stick my poem on to some pillars on the street and in metro town.

After all these methods are used, I began to think how can I really get more audience.

Since my poem is about the beauty of music, I decided to visit some music schools and shops.

My first stop is Prussin Music:

Prussin Music is a resourceful music shop located on the Broadway. This store has served Vancouver music lovers for thirty years.

(Link: http://www.prussinmusic.com/)

I made the friendly staff read my poem and asked to posted it in the store.

Because people who visit this store are all passionate music lovers, it is more likely for them to read my poem.. It is also right next to the service counter so people will read it while they are waiting for the staffs.

Lastly, I visited the Mozart School of music which is located in the Westbrook Mall. 

(Link: http://www.msmvan.com/)

There I showed the owner my poem, and I asked her to post my poem on the program list for the upcoming concerts, she agreed.

It is a list of all the performers in the concert and the songs they are playing, with my poem at the back. So the audience can look at it during the performance.

The owner also told me she will but the poem on the website but I cannot find it on there.

Overall, it was a tough but delightful experience. By sharing my poem I let the world hear my voice and let people understand my feeling. I learned a lot from this poetry project.

So Many Kinds of Music

There are so many kinds of music,

the melancholy kind touches people's heart,

silences the world, leaves only sorrow and a stream of tears.

There are so many kinds of music,

the delightful kind fills the family with laughter,

illuminates the world with sunshine, sung by the carefree wanderer.

There are so many kinds of music,

the dignified kind rings from the churches,

tranquilizes the world with its holy voice, unites all souls into one.

There are so many kinds of music,

the exciting kind ignites the crowd with explosive sounds,

sets the world on burning fire, the people dance and shout with the beat.

One will always get bored if one only listens to one kind of music,

the existence of happiness, sadness, excitement, solemnity and many more,

is what makes music so precious and meaningful.

The saxophone player

Your saxophone sounds like a melancholy angel speaking
right above the grey clouds
like the voice of a experienced adventurer
like a profound life lesson
like a beggar asking for rescue
like a preacher reading an
engaging book, like a mournful bird,
a soaring eagle
a lonely crow on the thin twig
a steady beating heart.
Like a homeless gypsy,
like the flash of the streetlight
like a old man with sliver beard,
an ancient treasure chest,
a family picture frame
like the magnificent sunset
like the glaring sun, gradually
descending down under the ocean surface
like the smooth lake
so tranquil,
like a delightful feast for the kings,
a towering tree rising up into the air,
a rusty car from the Victorian era,
like a scary pirate with a mouthful of yellow teeth
like a tyrant
like a slogan being chanted
like a desperate call,
a cup of bubbling beer,
like the sentimental singers releasing their anger,
like the shining gold, illuminating its holy light
like the sound that was left in my memory after I exited the auditorium,
inspired me with the phenomenal saxophone performance.

Buzzer beater

so much depends upon

a finally three-point shot

swished through the net

before the shot clock ends

Studying for the Exam

an orange book 

 laying on the desk,

the dim light

shining through the pages,

some abstract graphs 

printed like unknown puzzles,

studying AP economics

with uncertainty and hope.