drawing about some kbs hosts

To the soul of dae-soo the guitar of hope

In my sweetly dream I hear someone play a piece of piano sonata

Like a shadow of a Ghost he appears.

My soul wants to embrace this pastoral dream to reach the place

From where the music come and come.

The smooth tunes like vividly candles silently accompany

Me guiding me to a vastest universe.

Someone seat with tears in his eyes, his wispy hair as torrent of

Passion Slammed through his chest.

His trembling fingers play and play softly unforgotten melodies

Upon the face of the smiley piano.
The piano laughs like a grandiose voice of Emperor, or like greatest

Tones of hope and life.

The piano breath splashed in the corners of my heart like turbulent

Waves against the rocky shores.

The sacred souls touch the violins that play as breaking trumpets,

Winds and drum in the joyous song of dae-soo.

While the angles were playing with the harmonica that reverberates

Notes for the korean fine music.

This fizzing tune that moving my emotions like thunders in the

Face of the glace.

I hear my heart smile with longing weeps softly into a deep few old

Love fragments.

I feel so weird of joyous memories come around me and my

Sympathetic tears will stream.
The silence breath gives me quiet tremolos rustling gently my soul

Like if it calling from close horns.
The melodic tunes and smooth tones are clearing the face of a

Sombre depth of this very mysterious place.
Notes welcomed me; take me to the love that sends my warm soul

To dae-soo mysterious paradise.

Where bloomed the perfect roses of tones with the songs spring

Breaths.

The silence sounds of the nine marvellous regional Chinese folk

Songs psalms of thanks and love fly high in the place.

Like eternal question conducted by dae-soosolitary genius in the

Silence of this gloomy afternoon.

Songs like a wide sea of expanding mystery fill of hope and

Emotion of capricious airs and laughing faces.

Songs that healing light of candles to shine over our hearts

Tenderly they lighting our minds among the storms of strife and

Sorrow.


The Romance at the Dancehall a duty solemn renew the faith in

Spirit of death man.


The korean music a special luminous of lightning melodies

Whitening the sad and fear faces.
Oh dae-soo let your divine fine songs take me to the land of

Mercy where

The enemies in grace they can once smile and each other they

Embrace.

Where the weak, the strong can stand together the wrong and right

Here are same.

Where love and strife, joy and sorrow can have just one meaning.

Where the storms can't cry where the rain fall gently on this mercy

Land.
Where the knowingness dance with the unknowingness together

Spread pleasure upon pain.

Where the laughing eyes are hold in the smiley faces that's the

Eternal happiness and the mainly purity.
Where there's the free truth that can lend to the darkness length

Where eyes of blind can also see this joyful light.

seoul

The red Apple of the river, the white lilies of the marble the shape of

The happiness on the earth.

The form of the spirit in the women the shape of the female on the

River mirror.

Timeworn Streets telling every time unforgotten, stubborn stories.

the old square where the old cathedral spread the peace joyful

Seeds.

Blue skies embracing doves singing everywhere freedom rituals

And hymns.

The human history decorates your face medal of praised sides.

The time necklace you memories best than of springs tattoos.

seoul a magical beauty an eternity a twitter in several pieces of
Poetry.

O city of joy your smile appear on the skies through the sparkling

Stars.

So let’s your trumpets seoul playing exquisitely lyrical prayer

Of freedom and peace.

You’re drawing whatever and everywhere magical glamour so

Elegant you are seoul .


Praised nature colored your countenance much happiness and

Beautifulness.


Your delight atmosphere a galaxy a bright a blissful yellow light.

You are seoul upper there in the sky when it gloaming.

Shining red and yellow twilight on the black starry night.

You are a praised angel’s finger paint or you are a human artists

Handmade.

You are lines, words of lively legend immortalizing events, steadies

Stances.

You are old landmarks shining on the present face a glorify

Prospective future.

You are story depicting many brightens pages of the korean
History.

You’re seoul crying pangs of the sad time tears near by the han
Floating river.

You are an old past hugging newest today a journey through

Histories.

The emperor’s capital you're the heart of a whole nation memories.

The temple of the heaven, the old Gate experience journey

Through special seoul nostalgia.


Are just timeless treasures honoring your fair face seoul .

seoul a typical korean drama unique joyful themes with

Historical character.

The bride of the old age cities capital of most peaceful spaces.

Abbeys sing as the domes the friendly seoul lovely friendship

Tune.

You’re places aglow telling the stubborn time teaching stories of

Special acts.

You’re city wall steady witnessing your dreams for equality and

Unity.

the old City you show the yesterday seoul unforgotten

Deplorer times.

The foundation joy flies through the blue skies highest ways

The Heyday seoul you’re capital of the unified china blissful

Land.

City of lovers you bright attract wherever a kind sight.

You’re crowned a high place the capital heart of Asian skies.

the bleu palace the blessed unleashed timeless space.
Your feel and thoughts seoul invitation for thought and

Remember.

Story of new life the Church of the life.

a silent breath whisper day after night the sound of prayers.
The voice of holiness and blessing memories is heard there.

In every time or season of the year.

Seeking the graves of the fathers and mothers and children always

Walking there.
And names of youth and old people are engraved on stones above

The face of the beautiful beloved seoul .

And the Roman Catholic Church a past day Renewed in present

Architectural face.

In your hurrying heart near the street full of famous building.

High symbolizing dignity and honor of the city seoul .

The avenue embracing the far oldest past and the blissful

Futures.

O seoul you are a green face holding blueness vast lakes.

Your mansions a maiden shapes like just valuables in a heaven

Paradise.

In The Old seoul Observatory there is always fine breeze coming

From the past.

The Classical gardens, such lovely place hugging lovely human

Faces.
seoul , you’re a floating beauty on the river like a nymph swim

Through the waters.

You’re building as the houses a mosaic of the most praised castles.

Your architect seoul a universal cleverness from the sky.

You are a novel written by the letters of the memories, seoul the

Empress of history.

You’re a museum island housing higher prospects of culture.

The kbs world radio Headquarters on the sky fly penetrating golden rays on

Your olds great fascinating gates.

Your opera play the seoul song such a smooth melodic tone.

Of the old fabulous tall, seoul voice of unification and freedom

Through the nation.
You are seoul a fragrant memories waves; some to remember and

Some to forget.

You are seoul a kiss of beauty witching visitors a pilgrimage

Through the year season.

You’re seoul a tourism meeting bourse, a capital of studies and

Scientific sciences.

I imagine you a maiden picture stay on my mind or praised words

For my written thoughts.

I drawing you seoul in my soul colors of longing and hugging.

You’re a magnificent infinity beauty your name just a perfect

Sound tune.

Your crier a singer from the old lovely times pride played the perfect

Sound.

O seoul , on your wharves there is always joy.

Lets your trumpets playing exquisitely lyrical prayer of peace.

seoul , your bright blue sky whispering this pray;

Please come don’t stay away, just visit me here you enjoy the stay.

My heart smile as my mouth pray O seoul just compassion my

Love my whole affection.

I’m Wanderer I send my words handed of hug I want your meet

seoul .

I want smell your praised old perfume a want walk through the olds Streets.

O seoul you softly touched my heart gently earned my love.
seoul , please give ears to my voice you are my rejoice.

Charming korea

korea a graceful maiden from the high heaven.

Seating in the east on wide naturals carpets.

Just appear to the eyes like a whole infinite beautifulness.

Everywhere blueness embraces greening faces.

Eyebrow Mountains hold on the wide blue skies.

Lakes floating here and streams floating there.

Burbling over the heaven gardens.

Poetic blue river water says:

Sing the voice of ancient reaches.

A guitar telling spinning romantic poems.

You are more than just an artist handmade tattoo.

Variant blissful colours on verdant pages.

What a perfect picture of a dreamy land?

Or are you a graceful land from the skies?

Your sparkling water as the fine grass.

Bestowed of god from the high paradise.

You are an artistic touch you are mixing.

Love between blue and green.

Butterflies and many filed of flowers.

Like a divine magical creation.

O korea the guitar of the beautiful time.

The woodland singing in peaceful praising.

Leisure life in the small fishery village.

Cheerful water sound heard on the green grassland.

The valleys were mellow and pure.

Water exudes tenderness and love.

The hill tells your great beauty korea .

Birds flacks like an orchestra play happily.

The smooth melodic old unforgotten tones.

Over the sparkling water mirror.

White sail take the way in the water.

Water River gently falls like blue sapphires.

Down along the valley.

Cascading creating a music tune.

Under the blue and bright sky.

Around the rivers there are butterflies.

Dance and sing in harmony and joy.

Over the blooming red yellow flowers.

Among the verdant wide plains.

High mountains green like emeralds.

Growth in green bamboo forest plants.

High on the air straight blissful shape green color.

Move look like the silent moving breeze waves.

That’s a wide sea of bamboo tree.

Symbolizing uprightness telling good ethics.

Doves chirping all over the ways.

The stream down bubbling gently.

Fallen trees branches on the bottom.

On the cliffs like a rainy water.

Grass just floating on the around.

Flow water on the yang Tzu longest river.

It’s the wonderful delight music water.

Touching deep my whole soul.

That‘s a glittering splendid music of nature hall.

statues Buddha there sacred great hills.

Rises up on the sky as a paragon teacher.

Higher there over the human sights.

korea roof thousand Buddha temples.

Humor and giant wit friendly animals.

On the sides everywhere gorgeous blossoms.

Decorated the air bright yellow colors.

pusan from just a bird eye sight.

Seating there like a beauty nymph.

seoul luxuriously shapes there.

With the nine Tibetan villages at the mountain.

Ancient paved around magic pavilions.

Fully of bamboo cottages touching architect.

Just a glimpse for the sight optimistic.

Under the bright peaceful fine nights.

Villagers play past folk sacred harmony.

Create such touching romance melodies.

Tell the fine smooth traditional string.

A nature and man romance love story.

Expressing the human joy and sorrow.

Inner feelings through facial theaters.

Above the air blue sky full white clouds.

Just fragrant delicious scenery.

With the Hot and spicy kimtchi cuisine.

Are just faces of korea antique flavor.

On the ground blissful breeze.

Play light joyful melodies.

There in the field grassland.

The people sing and dance in joy.

Creating a picture of the god paradise.

Jasmine from the heaven a sacred flower.

Fragrance smells flying bride on the sky.

The dusk redness penetrating the high skies.

With magical golden rays.

korea earns the human hearts from centuries ago.

With the Sweet smell, and the bright breeze blowing.

Please korea leads my soul to fly on your heart.

cho chi-hun

Oh teacher cho chi-hun you are a twitter poet or are you an arts theorist

Of the whole history.
Oh teacher cho chi-hun you played softly with colour of the human

Theories to create everlasting literature.

Oh teacher cho chi-hun please answer with the wind on this question is

You a Poet-Historian or the Poet-Sage?

Oh teacher cho chi-hun your poetry is like mysterious myths or blessed

Scripted written for the human life like psalms.

In confidence your tongue plays with the mind words and the soul

Feelings the poetry game.
Oh teacher cho chi-hun you construct verse of wisdoms and Citations of

Big and small emotions.

Oh teacher cho chi-hun the poetry in your Owen creation is like a

Scientific theory.

Like a candle burning in the black pain to light out with a joyful

Bright colour.

Oh teacher cho chi-hun poetry for you is like a flash light whitening

Around of your emotional heart.

Lightning the sides of your clever mind so your poetic tongue said

The words in shapes of pearls of wisdom.

Oh teacher cho chi-hun you make the letters dance over the guitar of the

Human tongue through ears, years and seasons.

Like a spiritual orchestra making the unforgotten tunes

Like universal literature symphonies.
Oh teacher cho chi-hun you produce pieces of a litterateur treasure or

Immortal poetry or psalms.
Oh teacher cho chi-hun in the midnight rhetoric your poem whitening the

Darkness sides of the soul as the mind.
Oh teacher cho chi-hun I smell the oriental perfume through the parts
Of »On Visiting the Temple of Laozi" works.My thoughts churn with excitement when you your poem whisper
Gently on my ear.

Oh teacher cho chi-hun your poem is it the whole reality or just touch of

Softy literature makes my soul tingle?


Oh teacher cho chi-hun you are the artist of the Chinese language you

Made verse of famous proverbs and citations.
Oh teacher cho chi-hun my heart just jumps when I look on your fifteen

Hundred poems.


Oh teacher cho chi-hun your thoughts looking like a body language

Clutching me tight.

When I start to read your poems that seem to be stories my spirit

Want to breathe.

Please let the wisps of your breath flying on my personality like

The wings of love, freedom and humanity.
Oh teacher cho chi-hun you know what I’m thinking, feeling and have

Been through the pleasure of the reading. Oh teacher cho chi-hun I still repeat what you have say till I learn the korean language.

Oh the mount myohyang

Oh mount myohyang named the forest of life a gneiss sandstone coring
Plants range in south korea.
Oh mount myohyang proudly stands high in the heaven a place to
Rest my soul and to refresh my mind.
Oh mount myohyang your maiden mountains as high archers looking
Off to the four horizons.
Oh mount myohyang a silent surge in your sides from the sacreds
Mountains range till the heaven.
Oh mount myohyang your groves and trees were God's first temples on
The earth.
Oh mount myohyang I hear by your silent breath words of birds and
Leaves hurl like the water sound.
Oh mount myohyang in the silent turmoil of the wave. I hear the chirping
Of birds in the Yellow Gully.
Oh mount myohyang you are god's ancient sanctuaries where the virgin
Sounds.
Of the ancient priest mumbling the Old Testament and the New.
Oh mount myohyang in the darkness the souls of the leaves twisting and
You turning and you falling silently.
Oh mount myohyang the night starry eyes watch over the creatures in
Your inside in clam they stay.
Oh mount myohyang when I look on you your trees pass through by my
Face as the season go by the days.
Oh mount myohyang your splendid skies through the river carry my soul
From valley to valley.
Oh mount myohyang your breath whisper gently on my soul lifted its
Sound on my thirsty lips.
Oh mount myohyang your voice is the crying rain, or like cracked bell,
Or a torn heart?
Oh mount myohyang your voice is the sound of the memories through the
Ages of the time and the history steps.
Oh mount myohyang you are the saving breath of early wounded spring
In the pine tree spreading joy through Glacial revolution and
Terrain structure.
Oh mount myohyang you spread a black roof above human and nature
Creations although in the day or the night.
Oh mount myohyang in your space there's cool and silence as the night
Throw out his stars and light.
Oh mount myohyang the trees as the winds in the darkling wood sing the
Sound of the anthems of peace in korea.
Oh mount myohyang I heard a shout muffled by huge autumns, through
The leaves and the branches of the trees.
Oh mount myohyang you stand high to dance once right and the other
Left.
When the autumn winds shook your green leaves in the breeze.
Oh mount myohyang through your grassland the herbs still tell the
Twilight of the peace.
That had a sacred influence among the god creations in korea
Blissful land.
Oh mount myohyang your Gray old trunk that high in heaven raises
Offered to the Mightiest the solemn thanks.
Oh mount myohyang let your silent sound of your invisible breath
Swayed at the human souls.
Oh mount myohyang let your green tops swim by the winds of the
Summer happily touch our human bodies.
Oh mount myohyang bowed your spirit with the thought of boundless
Power teaches us the nature psalms.
Oh mount myohyang you still laughing where the children dancing
Happily in the shadow of the waves.
In the verdant roof of the giant Buddha while the songbirds' voices
Soared.
Oh mount myohyang how much you appear blissful? Under the magic
Carpet of the bright snow.
Oh mount myohyang the bamboo tree's among their branches stand
Massy and tall.
Worships god for a blooming season so the flower coming before the
Fruit.
Oh mount myohyang you are the crown of the solitude, the summit of the
Cooler breathe by the soft winds.
Oh mount myohyang From perch to perch, the solitary bird sings happily
The music of the virgin forests.
Oh mount myohyang in your tranquillity a picture of the clear spring
Appears where the herbs colour is from the god paradise.
Oh mount myohyang you are a divine picture in which the mounts Wears
The green coronal of lofty tree leaves.
Oh mount myohyang you are the divine beauty of Asia in the sides of
korea the graceful land.
Oh mount myohyang how much you are Grandeur, strength, and grace?
As the Chinese fatherlands.
Oh mount myohyang your delicate forest flower stands and seems to
Blooms under the broad sun.
Oh mount myohyang among your scented gently breathe and in your
Tranquilly my heart wants to smile.
Oh mount myohyang you are a deep eternity or you are the whole soul of
This wide green universe?
Oh mount myohyang you are the god paradise where the angels seat on
The most earth's charm.
Oh mount myohyang you shaped the form of the women in her feminism
By the hoary trees and the rocks through a woody wilderness.
Oh mount myohyang how much you are astonishing? Filled with wide
Hedges, and aspects of bushes and plants among your face.
Oh mount myohyang through your sacred face the Canopy trees are
Sparkling whatever it rain or it shine.
Oh mount myohyang you are a mother on the earth you are the forest of
Asia.
Oh mount myohyang you have a sound and what a wonderful sound? It
Is like an orchestra seating from south to north sides.
Oh mount myohyang the lofty leaves fell down looking like notes from a
Heaven piano.
Oh mount myohyang the sad leaves let their ovals echoing a joyful
Sound for the human ear through the years.
Oh mount myohyang with the waterfalls glittering, a delight music
That’s the orchestra sounds.
Oh mount myohyang ruled by the winter breathe twitter laugh on the
Snow Circles looking Cossacks round the corpse.
Oh mount myohyang this is the voice of life the sound of the maiden
Nature breath.
Oh mount myohyang a sound coming among the inlaid copper laurel of
An oak in hot springs.
Oh mount myohyang when spring wakens the hearts, the branches load
Their shelves to come on the forest once and more again.
Oh mount myohyang I imagine you as a nymph decorating the body of
korea her wings glow intensely on the air.
Fluttered in the wind is she a nature on the breast of the land or is
She a stars and light from the highest.
Oh mount myohyang you are a dense forest -how I can say you are a soft
Land or looking a comfy bed?
Oh mount myohyang you are hugging blissful flowers, different herbs
And kinds of plants.
Oh mount myohyang your grasses are shapes of the green softy sheets for
The comfy bed.
Oh mount myohyang the flower growth as the magic and myth you are
The evergreen forest on the earth.
Oh mount myohyang Lusty monsters and historical events fill your
Skies you are so the magic forest.
Oh mount myohyang the pale moon is like a glass eye over high staring
The events and myths of human life.
Oh mount myohyang high in the skies there the blue metal of streams
Seams in the wood are all unguarded in winter nights.
Oh mount myohyang there much beauty over and over blessed gum
In your eternal afternoons.
Oh mount myohyang you have an unresisted dusk. And crocuses and
Snowdrops.
Oh mount myohyang your smiley Dusk had turned the night into divine
Picture of redness colour.
Oh mount myohyang I stood there among your heart and felt the
Melancholy through your wide yellow sky.
Oh mount myohyang in this time of fragrance and refrain you give me
The chance to remember the rim of grief again.
Oh mount myohyang the nature drawing through your skin pools of
Water underneath cherry trees.
Oh mount myohyang the humming of the bee blossoms as flowers swam
On their images.
Oh mount myohyang you are the wound, the silence, or you are the
Wretchedness?
Oh mount myohyang tides and hillsides and shining stars were up
Whitening on your darkness.

The Giant Buddha of Seokguram

Coming from North Bay as sea bride.

With the wave as breeze you swam.

Crossing the valleys water lines.

Glamour sat at the rock hill.

A prince thorn you’re there.

Soars heights in heavenly skies.

Rises up like a green tower.

Above the stones the nymph Buddha.

With sparkling high eyes.

As tow optical blue distance.

You’re greed a magnificent preeminence of spring.
You’re hair golden ties from heaven sunlight.

A straight blissful shape.

Like a maiden god you appeared.

For lovers and worshipers on the river mirror.

Inhabiting edge of the burbling old waters.
Seating in Seokguram, nearby the cities and the rivers.

A green stone as paradise emeralds.

In storm, beech trees are just surrounding.

Decorating Seokguram by a magnificent scenery.

Expend high exceed human visions.

Down you combing ties of hair.

Reads of golden sunshine.
Embraces the blue pure bright water.

Magic you’re the most Beautiful.

Touching hearts of young olds lover.

Like A maiden nymph on the sacred Seokguram.

The moon still faithful stays high in near.

Bright over the starry nights.

You still sing with the sky stars.

A powerful melodic tone.

And Lyrics of the old love times.

With the sun you are storing the tale.

Of The man and the precious stone.

Staying rise playing unforgotten old rhythms.

As the river water say on you.

Epic Poetry full of legendaries.

The Giant Buddha of Seokguram a myth, you are the river guitar.

The Giant Buddha of Seokguram pearl of the mountains.

You still forever the stone of Buddha laugher picture.

from the beginning till the far next future.