The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

A black ant is wondering
about which way to go on my bed
like a little kid lost in a vast labyrinth.
I'm curious
where it comes from
why and how it ends up in my house
But I'm more shocked by the way
my hand gets rid of this little creature
without hesitation
like putting out a candle.

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[angliholic]

It's raining
yet I'm still lingering
beside a lotus pond
Listening to the rhythm of the rain
and looking to the sky beyond
I feel like crying in the rain
Let the rain keep falling on my body
and wish the dust of many years be washed away
along with my worry
When eventually
the sunray comes out to play
perhaps I'll be pure and godly again
like a blue water lily
after the rain
Goodbye sorrow and tomorrow
for I'll step on a rainbow
and go back to the home
where we all came from

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[angliholic]

Just as you're a pretty fish
swimming in a tropical paradise
in spring
so am I the sentimental
evening glow
mixing all the gorgeous colors
of life
in the western sky
in autumn
Since it's next to impossible
for spring and autumn to get together
in real life
it was really an error
that we should have known each other
If beauty can't last any longer
than any flower in summer
why don't we
treasure it in our sweet memory
until the twelfth of never

[angliholic]

Your innocent smile
was a forget-me-not
in full swing
that I fell for last spring
Missing the faint fragrance
you sent off in the air
I kept wasting away
and my hair turning gray

But I guess
it doesn't really matter now
for on every petal
of a blue forget-me-not
I see a smile
that I've pined for a lot

[angliholic]

In the refreshing morning
you're shiny like a tiny dew
in the garden
If I could be with you
for even a fleeting moment
I'd turn into a leaf of grass
for you to cling fondly to

I know
you'll be gone
even before I wake up
from my hallucination
but I don't care at all
whether there's eternity or not
as long as we once treasure
this sweet encounter

[angliholic]

When you were sitting
in front of a lotus pond
and unfurling
the light purple petals
like a morning glory at dawn
no lotus buds
dared to emerge from the water
for fear of getting humbled
And time flies
like spring turning to fall
yet the sweet and pretty memory
never dies
even though the sun is setting
and the misty evening falling

[angliholic]

If life is nothing but a dream
why not paint it
on a winding stream
If love is but a fleeting ecstasy
let's recite it
over an immense sea
If beauty is a joy
we treasure forever
then let it expand like ripples
on a pond mirror

[angliholic]

My dear friends,

It's Mother's Day today, and the following is a poem I crafted a few years ago for all the mothers in the world.

Happy Mother's Day

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For Our Mother


And we're all playful green leaves
for our mother is a tree
a maple tree living in a small town
on the other side of a mountain
Though she recognizes only a few words
she does read those clouds well
To bear and raise us
she has tasted all kinds of weathers
The season when we're most colorful
is the season when she's young no more
Maybe we're going nowhere
yet, for those lost butterflies in gloomy autumn
we'll paint a yellow brick road

[angliholic]

April showers have ushered in
the season
of pomegranate blossoms again
brightly red everywhere
But why are you in no mood
to pick one
and place it in your hair
when spring is still here
when it's a time
for laughing and dancing
Perhaps it’s the frog
that’s to blame
that shouldn't be singing the blues
on the outside

[angliholic]

Looking at the wildflowers
swaying in the field
in May
like vibrant young girls
dancing in the soft breeze
in spring
I should feel rejuvenated
and blissful
but unfortunately not
Perhaps it’s because
I can see your sweet smile no more
among them there
Perhaps
How can I bear to think
your charming rosy colors
of yesterday
were ruined and swept away
by the relentless
sudden heavy rain shower
last night

[qimissung]

A black ant is wondering
about which way to go on my bed
like a little kid lost in a vast labyrinth.
I'm curious
where it comes from
why and how it ends up in my house
But I'm more shocked by the way
my hand gets rid of this little creature
without hesitation
like putting out a candle.

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I like this one best.

[angliholic]

I like this one best.

Thanks, qimissung, for your kind reply.

[angliholic]

Goodbye to you
My sweet lass of yesterday
It’s not that I don’t care about you
any more today
but that I can't stand to see
your sweetness
turning into a morning glory
in the afternoon
See you my beauty
from the immemorial past
and I wish
you'd be fresh again
after a good night's sleep
come tomorrow morning

[angliholic]

When we’re proliferating
in the veggie garden
farmers treat us as unwanted weeds
and try every way possible
to get rid of us
While in the desert
people try their utmost to grow
protect and pamper us
for we can turn the desert
into an oasis
Whether people like us or not
or wherever we are
we’re still the same green grass

[angliholic]

March April and May
It’s so easy
for the joyous spring
to be sneaking away
November December and January
It was once so hard
for the harsh winter to pass
June July and August
The infernally hot and humid weather
is again looming around the corner