The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

Nonsense Angli. It’s all subjective. You write over and over with no response and never prevents you or discourages your next post. You are heroic. I have the utmost respect for you.

Thanks, Jerrybaldy, for the generous words, which are really encouraging, but as I mentioned earlier, the main purpose I penned in English is to practice and use English as often as possible. Secondly, I'm more than thankful for this place to save all of my pieces without paying any rent.

[angliholic]

You once said that
you were a rusty wind bell
waiting for a breeze
to produce a melodious tinkling.
Though I never judged a book by its cover,
yet, at first sight,
your old clothing really dispelled me.
Not until I read your story,
did I see that
you saved most of your earning
to help those in need.
To protect the poor and the weak,
you're never daunted
when confronted with monstrous bullies
in spite of the fact that
you're not stronger
than the poor and the weak themselves.
Yellow bells have always
mesmerized me
whenever I run across one,
but now I think otherwise~
you're the most enthralling bell of all
whether rusty or not.

[prendrelemick]

"bathed in gracious sunshine" Excellent. I also like the sentiments expressed. (post #994 that is)

[prendrelemick]

Seeing
a curling wisp of smoke,
so elusive and ethereal,
wafting
elegantly in the air,
should I or my wordy poetry
go on a diet?

Another good one.

[angliholic]

Thanks, prendrelemick, for dropping by and the kind comments. Much appreciated.

[angliholic]

Reminiscing
we were once like Persian daisies
swaying in an early spring field,
so colorful and intoxicating
that the graceful butterflies
and the busy bees came every day
to steal our sweet nectar.
Anyhow,
carefree as the wandering white clouds
in the blue sky,
we didn't mind at all.
After the season of flower showering,
like fledgling white doves,
we flew high and far toward the heavens
to seek our own separate blissful home.
In the blink of an eye,
we have come to the autumn of life.
Though slanting rays of the setting sun
between falling leaves
are extremely poetic and enthralling,
there're no more rose petals
on our cheeks,
and white snow flakes
are stealthily falling on our hair,
once so black and silky.
Nonetheless,
we still own a heart of gold,
and still aspire to see each other again.

~~written before a high school reunion



懷念

懷念 我們曾經 恰似
初春大地上的 波斯菊
多彩多姿 而 令人著迷
以至於 翩翩飛舞的蝴蝶
及 忙碌的蜜蜂
每天都來偷採 青春甜美的花蜜
而 我們 一點也不在意
無憂無慮 恰似
藍天上 悠閒的雲朵

待 落英繽紛的季節之後
如 羽翼漸豐的飛鴿
我們飛向 天地四方 各自尋覓
未來幸福的歸處
轉眼之間
已至生命中 秋詩篇篇
夕陽無限好的黃昏
雖然 臉頰上 已沒了
紅玫瑰的花瓣
雖然 白雪已 悄悄地 飄上了
少年時的 烏黑秀髮
也不能阻礙 一顆熱誠的心
一個想要重聚的願

[angliholic]

Wondering why spring
is late coming,
you feel lonely and melancholy
in February.
I won't say anything
but keep smiling
when presenting
you with a bunch of rosemary.

[angliholic]

Supposing
our youth memory
is compared to a puzzle,
without you,
this dreamy scenery
is nothing but a riddle.

[angliholic]

Yesterday
I presented you with a flower
but you preferred flour.
And today,
with a stroke of genius, you know,
you knead it into dough.
Come tomorrow
will you turn it into sweet love
or bitter sorrow?

[angliholic]

Supposing our youth memory
is compared to a puzzle,
without you, this dreamy scenery
is nothing but a riddle.

[angliholic]

When we were young
as spring
and rhododendrons were
in full bloom,
we ran across each other.
I naively supposed~
our brief encounter in this world
was the consequence
of our long separation
in the previous life.
Just as those pretty flowers
couldn't last forever,
so the moment swallows flew back,
our youth had flown away.
Just because we couldn't avoid
waving farewell,
we'd appreciate our reunion
more in next life.

[tailor STATELY]

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks, Stately, for dropping by.

[angliholic]

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks, Stately, for dropping by.

[angliholic]

It's already mid February,
and maybe
spring is still late coming
at your place.
If it's still freezing
when you get up in the morning,
why not make yourself a cup of hot coffee
and read this poem of mine~
the former may keep you warm
whereas the latter
will surely
bring a smile to your face.