The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

If you grace my humble cabin
in the snowy season
I'll efface the bleak winds
and the nasty sleet
from the landscape
for you
leaving only snowflakes
falling like colorful petals
from the heavens
on sunny days
To do the trick
neither a magic pen nor a wand
do I need
for you're sure
to bring along with you
my inspiration

[angliholic]

The leaves keep falling
but I'm not going
to blame it on the ruthlessness
of the cold winter
or try to do something
to change
this seemingly unfair cruel world
On the contrary
I'll be sitting here
simply watching
Nature take its course
It's not because
I know
there're always evergreens
somewhere somehow
but because
you and I will return one day
and be young again
just as
those leafless withered trees
will be green again
next spring

[angliholic]

Don't bother
to wipe away the mist
from the window panes
Maybe a neat and tidy house
looks more comfortable to you
but I'd prefer to see
the world outside
through misty glass
as well as your teary eyes

[angliholic]

Could I reduce the desire
for material goods
to the lowest degree
if I happened to be
a wandering white cloud
roving here and there
I may be overlooking
a scenic valley
one day
Some other day
I may be floating
around a green mountain
Will I sin again
if I simply appreciate them
rather than nurse a desire

[NikolaiI]

Well put, Niko, and your comments are exceptionally great music to my ears.

I'm glad

Some of your poetry is defiitely music, I particuarly enjoy "An Ocean of Sunflowers." I will go back through and read older poems sometimes soon.. again thank you for sharing them.

[angliholic]

I'm glad

Some of your poetry is defiitely music, I particuarly enjoy "An Ocean of Sunflowers." I will go back through and read older poems sometimes soon.. again thank you for sharing them.

Thanks, Niko, my dear friend, for your constantly replying and encouraging

[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 loveliness
turning into a morning glory
in the afternoon
Farewell my beauty
from the immemorial past
When the sun rises again
tomorrow morning
I'll wish
you'd be refreshing again
like a blue water lily

[angliholic]

During the day
I meditate
on the holy verse
Nothing in this universe
seems able to get me drunk
for I really think
I'm as good as a monk
Come the evening
without thinking
I start dancing
around an artificial street light
until deep into the night

[angliholic]

The cold air inside
and the sound
of pouring rain outside
keep me from falling asleep
though I've lain down
on the bed
for a while
It springs to mind
that it's already December
that the wet and cold season
has arrived quietly
Though I still remember
if winter is here
then spring is not far away
yet how could I revive
the happy hour
with you
in the shade of a tree
in summer

[angliholic]

No
It's not the freezing rain
outside
or the howling wind
brought by the strongest ever
cold front
that keeps me sneezing
but your wintry eyes
your indifferent heart
as well as
your rejective silence

[angliholic]

Waiting for you
in December
I don't really appreciate
the icy cold weather
very much
If you don't show up
this winter
as always
I couldn't care less
for I've forgotten
how to write a book
of poetry
not to mention
the way you look

[angliholic]

Winter is here
but it doesn't mean that
there aren't any typhoons
any more
The air is biting cold
but it doesn't mean that
there are no fervent hearts
in a snow-covered land
The sky is so grey
but it doesn't meant that
there isn't a ray of sunshine
from time to time

[angliholic]

If you ask me
on a cold dark night
whether the sun will rise again
tomorrow
My answer is certainly
Yes
But my worry is
whether we'll also rise again
to see the flower
of youth
blooming in the meadow
next spring

[angliholic]

On the outside
the frigid air mass is lingering
On the inside
I'm hibernating
in my lair
like a sound slumbering bear
I'm wondering
why don't we human beings
wearing the very image
of the omniscient
stop killing
devastating
and exploiting mother Nature
Like a ferocious creature
why not take a rest
so that Mother
may catch her breath

[angliholic]

Where have they all gone
the myriad bubbles
of carefree laughter
we blew into the air
while shooting the breeze
in the spring
Are they still floating in the sky
or have they turned
into tears
rolling down our cheeks
like faded leaves
when the autumn is just
around the corner