When early December's withering
like those water lilies in cold weather,
I'm startled to remember
my blissful days are also evanescing
even before I comprehend the meaning
of holding spring dear
while stream water is still clear.
When early December's withering
like those water lilies in cold weather,
I'm startled to remember
my blissful days are also evanescing
even before I comprehend the meaning
of holding spring dear
while stream water is still clear.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Is it a marvelous feat or miracle?
In a democracy
where everyone should be equal,
but some are richer than a country
whereas others poor as a squirrel.
If you ask me,
I don't mind
who owns the Empire building
providing that I still possess a window
of white clouds, roaming
in the blue carefree canopy.
Once in a while, please remind
the gentle breeze
not to bring in any tinge of sorrow.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
I miss April,
which was once in your eye,
so much so that I sigh.
On the distant hill
there must be a maple,
I believe,
shedding leaves now like tears
on my behalf
as if there's no tomorrow
on this somber day.
I guess
you're going to miss
till doomsday
the May sunrise
which was once here to play.
Nevertheless,
I know
I must hang on
like the last leaf
clinging to the ivy vine
in the depth of winter
so as to pass on
the bewitching story of a drifter,
perhaps, sweet as red wine,
perhaps, bitter as lemon.
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In the wake of days
of wind and rain,
my friends,
let's step out
to a green meadow,
wearing a Mexican sombrero
to herd the cloud.
Let's step out
to expose all of our sorrow
in the sunshine,
warm and mellow.
Instead of riding horses,
we may lie down
watching flocks of white worriless
roaming about
in the blue heavens
with no post or rail fences.
Let's step out.
Supposing
we may drift off to an exotic land,
don't even feel distress.
They won't go missing,
for the boundless sky is
our pastureland.
So, let's step out.
Last edited by angliholic; 12-05-2021 at 03:44 AM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Since I knew
the meaning of blue.
I've recognized your name.
Yet it's a shame
that I didn't have a clue
why I've never had a liking
for you
especially
when you're shuddering
in the brittle air
on bleak hills and everywhere.
Seeing that
the season
you're blooming
is the season
maple leaves are falling,
I guess
I finally realize the reason
why the wind's weeping
like a willow
and why I'm not willing
to face tomorrow.
Last edited by angliholic; 12-05-2021 at 05:43 PM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Words just fail me
whenever
the fantabulous verse~
April showers bring May flowers~
springs to mind.
It's a pity
that I don't know
who came up with this romantic line,
yet I dreamily know
December rain brings me
nothing but pain.
Coming out of nowhere,
the moonshine in the lane
whispers something
in my ear~
The colder the weather becomes,
the more fragrant the plum blossoms.
Supposing
tranquil beauty
only thrives in the adverse rain,
I'm willing
to shed an ocean of tear
merely to endure this infinite pain
and never complain.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Following the foot steps of April showers,
you were a gazing bud
of May flowers,
waiting to be written on the fragrant leaf
of my book of poetry.
In the wake of December rain,
which brings me nothing but pain,
I'm merely a rusty leaf
waiting to be written in a melancholy leaf
of your book of diary
before falling upon the mud.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
I came up with a poem
while taking a walk
in the misty rain,
ethereal
as a puff of smoke,
surreal
as climbing a rainbow.
Come tomorrow,
I'll send it to you.
You needn't rack your brain
or feel blue
while reading
and smiling
at your cozy home.
It's sure to overshadow
all your sorrow.
Last edited by angliholic; 12-22-2021 at 09:28 AM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Gold's definitely sparkling
and dazzling,
but it's a pity
that I'd rather my poetry
to be light as a feather
and ethereal as moonlight.
That's why
it can fly and hover
like a glowing firefly
in the dead of night.
Without precious burden
on my wings,
my soul is left in peace,
and that's the time
my inspiration's ready
to float on air,
and sing like a wind chime
in the breeze.
Last edited by angliholic; 12-09-2021 at 09:51 AM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
As the night's still young,
I take a stroll
on a winter street
of a small town.
It being windy and chilly,
I stop for a while,
lifting my head,
and looking up at the night sky,
murky and empty.
Seeing that
there's not a single star,
I long to see the bride in June
so much that
I start searching hard
for what she looks like in my brain,
but in vain.
I can barely remember
love-in-the-mist was once
in season,
but never in December.
Last edited by angliholic; 12-11-2021 at 03:53 AM.
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On the timeline
you wrote,
"Snacks and peanut candy,
these little things around,
really sweeten life."
If you don't mind,
send me a piece or two
to heal this inner void of mine
when the moon turns blue.
As soon as I'm free,
I'll send you one or two,
the most nostalgic leaves of vine,
to keep you company,
to enrich the odyssey
of your life.
Last edited by angliholic; 12-11-2021 at 06:51 PM.
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Give me an empty glass
so that I'm free
to fill it with my favorite grape wine,
so that I'm free
to choose the aromatic lemongrass
as Muse of my verse,
so that I'm free
to pen a line or two,
perhaps eternal or blue,
as the evergreen vine.
Last edited by angliholic; 12-11-2021 at 06:20 PM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Glad to read your poetry. You rightly say:
"That's why
it can fly and hover
like a glowing firefly
in the dead of night.
Without precious burden
on my wings,
my soul is left in peace,
and that's the time
my inspiration's ready
to float on air,
and sing like a wind chime
in the breeze."
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
If you know
it's a beautiful misunderstanding
that people here often take cosmos flowers
for Persian daisies,
then you should also know
why,
under the bleak sky,
beside a lonely farmhouse,
there's always a field of Persian lasses,
waiting patiently
and quietly
in the winter wind
for their landlord to come home.
Last edited by angliholic; 12-15-2021 at 12:57 AM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature