The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

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Peking roast duck
Although you can no more quack
you're more adorable than
the most graceful swan
to a hungry man

[angliholic]

Fairest wild flower
vibrantly blooms only in stinky manure
but not in a vase
in any case

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Beauty is only skin deep
but it's deep
enough for a daisy to captivate myriads of bees
as easy as a breeze

[angliholic]

I'm reading a yellow leaf
when it's falling gracefully from a maple tree
towards the ground
like a tiny pretty poem

A late summer breeze is here to see it off
floating it for the last but most beautiful trip
on earth

It's returning home
to the soil again
after this seasonal journey
after life has become so yellow and mellow

[angliholic]

I'm a dewdrop at dawn
awake to the first morning sunshine
caressing my skin
and disturbing my sweet dream

When a ladybug is scurrying
for the shade under a willow weeping
I feel like an idle cloud wandering
in the blue heavens
catching a glimpse of a yellow buttercup smiling
in a green pasture

When the evening spreads the sunset glows around
like purple and orange petals on the ground
I'm going to sing a sad old song
for the weather-worn vagabond

When the night's eyes start to twinkle
I'll be a shooting star
flying across the murky sky

[angliholic]

Though there are many flowers in the sun
only your silly smile gives me so much fun

I might be brave enough to fight a lion
but when you called me a dork
my body seemed as soft as a cork

Next time
don't refer to me as goofy
for I'll feel as giddy as a melting jelly

Whenever you call me names
I wonder why on earth I have so many names

[angliholic]

Ahead of me, only birds' chirping
behind me, autumn's gently breathing

Scattered on this shady path
were a few blurry footprints
like missing pages of some unread stories

My mind was more cloudy
than the evening glow in the western sky
my feet soft as a jelly
longing for a rest
wishing to be the bird in a tree nearby
perching comfortably in its cozy nest

Perhaps
I should sit in a pavilion on the hill
for a while
waiting for the cicadas to play their finale

For the maple trees to turn yellow
for all the leaves to float like falling snowflakes
and for the spring to grace this land again

[angliholic]

When floral fragrances are no more floating
in the breeze
I'll be waiting
for you in a forest of maple trees

I'm envisioning
you are now stepping
on the far end of a rainbow of colorful fallen leaves
in a wedding dress with long sleeves
walking toward me

From the tale of a fairy
you're now walking toward me

[angliholic]

What a tasteful lace parasol you are

In the scorching hot summer
you fend off all the malicious sunlight
for ladies in broad daylight

Graceful as daffodils swaying to a soft tune
is the summer breeze you bring

Tripping after your footsteps in the plain
is the misty rain
trickling lightly down like many a gentle hand
caressing each bud on this green island

[angliholic]

When a gale is sweeping through this stage of sorrow
the trees lining the street start dancing
wildly like there's no tomorrow
like girls on the loose, shaking
off their leaves like pieces of clothing

Don't sneer when they're getting drunk
or lying naked on the ground
for spring is gone
summer is almost done
and how many good times left are still unknown

[angliholic]

Yesterday it was still a bud
today a full-blown blossom with blue blood

What will become of this delightful yellow
come sorrow of tomorrow

Let's drink a toast to life and get tipsy

A blossom will be forever a beauty
when our minds remain dizzy

[angliholic]

I've never had a liking for you
because it's true
that you always steal farmers' crop
and chat in public nosily and nonstop

I've never paid attention to you
for you're tiny and insignificant too

However when I see
you have to take care of your family
I realize you're not at all lousy

[angliholic]

If you're grieving for the spring
which has sneaked away without warning
with the one you adore most

Why not take a look at heavenly blues
when they're young as the one you pine for most

You're sure to ignore your blues
for many a century
as long as you're wrapped up in their beauty

[angliholic]

The torrential rains brought by a typhoon
cloak my window with thousand layers of rain curtain
confining me to my small room
and painting me a picture of total gloom

Suddenly I feel like a caged skylark
far away from the natural park
for too long
that I've forgotten how to sing the song
passed down from my ancestors
and how to show my true colors

[angliholic]

If your dog is fatter than a huge pig
and your pig
is thinner than a skinny monkey
take it
whether you like it or not
for as often as not
such is life
which may not be pretty as your wife