The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

If you grace my humble cabin
in the snowy season
I'll efface the bleak winds and rains
from the landscape
for you
with a brush
leaving only snowflakes
falling like colorful petals from the heavens
on the sunny day

To do the trick
neither a magic pen or wand
must I need
for you're sure to bring along with you
my inspiration

[miyako73]

This is good. It has the classical flow of Buddhist writings, almost. The flow in zen poetry, for instance, is like that of a spring--undisturbed and continuous. lines 5 and 6 defy that flow. Is it better to put "with a brush" before "for you"? Again, the serenity it invokes is clear.

[angliholic]

This is good. It has the classical flow of Buddhist writings, almost. The flow in zen poetry, for instance, is like that of a spring--undisturbed and continuous. lines 5 and 6 defy that flow. Is it better to put "with a brush" before "for you"? Again, the serenity it invokes is clear.

Thanks, miyako, for leaving your graceful and insightful remarks here. And thanks for the advice.

[angliholic]

One layer after another
the fancy clothes she put on
are more than sufficient
to pass her off as a bunch of tulips
at yuletide

Nevertheless
if you care to recollect
in the season of flowers and bees
she did humble many
a butterfly
simply in her birthday suit

[angliholic]

Wandering down a country lane
I stop by a newly harvested rice field
with strewing straws
bathing blissfully in the winter sun

Not far away
several sparrows are chitchatting
like naughty noisy lasses
I hope they're not talking about me
behind my back
for I'm neither a straw man
nor will I scare them away
when they're enjoying those scattered grains

How can I explain to them
I'm lying here
simply to savor the delightful sunshine
along with the gentle touch of the January breeze

I couldn't care less
if they refer to me as a rice worm
idling away the golden day
this way
for I'm not a go-getter
and never take delight in making money
or war

All I need is peace and harmony
in the afternoon

[miyako73]

I like "My Fair Lady at Yuletide". It's clever, and the use of "birthday suit" is witty and sexy. Are you Asian? Your sensibilities and minimalist tendencies are unique and obvious.

The rice worm poem is good too but your use of neither/nor is somewhat problematic. I think "I'm not a straw man, nor will I scare them away." is better.

[angliholic]

One for the road
two for our remorse as a heavy load
and the last ...
and the last ...

for our precious youth
having been lavished on nonsense

[angliholic]

I like "My Fair Lady at Yuletide". It's clever, and the use of "birthday suit" is witty and sexy. Are you Asian? Your sensibilities and minimalist tendencies are unique and obvious.

The rice worm poem is good too but your use of neither/nor is somewhat problematic. I think "I'm not a straw man, nor will I scare them away." is better.
Thanks, miyako, for the most inspiring feedback which I almost missed. Yes, I'm a Chinese and English is not my mother tongue. Are you a Japanese American, based on your screen name?

[angliholic]

They say
winter plums are blooming vibrantly
today
in the dead of winter
in spite of the bitter cold weather

If you're coming back
from afar
to appreciate
those pink white little stars
with me
for the sake of good old days
we may ignore
those unpleasant snowflakes
that are falling on our hair
and there to stay

[angliholic]

Only once in a blue moon
I'd kick a guy's bottom
by sheer accident
but for certain
I'd hit the headline
and be billed as a killer lion

Whereas
people persecute us
on the daily basis
by the dozen
yet nothing seems to happen
to them
In the long run
none is to blame

Dam
This is so lame

[angliholic]

My beauty
You're pretty
as a jasmine
in June
flawless snow white and elegant
I feel like in heaven
merely with your presence

So
my love
please don't preach
on chemistry or astronomy
to me
in your poetry

[angliholic]

Perhaps
it's a mistake
we come to this world
for the road between us seems
long and rugged

Perhaps
we lived in a remote green village
before this life
you spun your yarn
and I--
I was busy growing rice
in the field

Perhaps
we shall meet again
soon
after this life
when we won't be tied to the ground
for our spirits are free
to be everywhere

[angliholic]

Some say
the omnipotent gives a face
to a woman
whereas she creates another one
of her own

I can't but confess
you do have a gift for creation

For more often than not
I'm bewitched
by what you've produced

[angliholic]

When summer was here
I was fed up with
its fervency
as well as yours

Now you're gone with
its warmth
I'm starting to miss
your rosy cheeks

[angliholic]

First thing first
you quench my thirst
when I need you

Somehow I still feel a bit blue
for I don't think I've ever loved you
with all my heart

Maybe you're just a small part
of my life
far from being my wife

Though you still look fantastic
smell aromatic
and taste delicious to me
yet my soul has always been
a restless bee

[angliholic]

In the outside world
they're starting the third world war

The bleak winds are gnarling
and the sobbing rains pounding
like a flock of ravens
quarreling over some yummy worms
And the grey heavens are being torn
into pieces and falling down

As an ordinary squirrel
I can't help hiding in my humble burrow
and praying to the omnipresent
to endow us with a peaceful present

[angliholic]

Azaleas are blooming here and there
on the hill
though I can still feel
the early spring chill
I'd like to pick a pure white one for you
to put it in your hair
But where are you

I shouldn't have missed you so much
in the first place
for I know
you're nothing but my echo
Though I'm not Narcissus
yet I'm wasting away all the same
for the same reflection

[angliholic]

Some say
the omnipotent gives a face
to a woman
whereas she creates another one
of her own


I can't but confess
you do have a gift for creation
For more often than not
I'm bewitched
by what you've produced

[angliholic]

First thing first
you quench my thirst
when I need you

Somehow I still feel a bit blue
for I don't think I've ever loved you
with all my heart

Maybe you're just a small part
of my life
far from being my wife

Though you still look fantastic
smell aromatic
and taste delicious to me
yet my soul has always been
a restless bee

[angliholic]

I don't have a magic wand
but a simple pen
which can conjure up a fragrant garden
for you
when you're singing the blue
when you're living in the bleakest north pole
a dreariest life without any hope

And better still
it will never grow old
I'm not blowing the balloon
unless you forget to bloom
in the spring
when birds come back to sing

[angliholic]

It's drizzling again
and I'm thinking of you
thinking of the silky tresses
floating in the air
conjuring up a paradise
in the misty rain
on this autumn night

I'm eager to be a street lamp
waiting ...
ever waiting for you
to stroll by
to reflect your grace
on each raindrop
on my face

If you happen to see me
wobbling and ...
don't blame the gusty winds
or the whisky
for it's your charms
that leave me drunk over and over
again

[angliholic]

Oh! Ron sixty five
Please give us a big five
but no sigh
for life's shorter than the blue sky
before you get away from it all

Others may call
to ask you to stay a little longer
for none can bear the cold winter
along with the grey heavens
without your presence

As a last resort
I may crawl and caw
like a black raven

[angliholic]

On the rainy day
I'm your umbrella on the way
back home
to hold dearly like a poem

More often than not
I fear not
dripping like a leaking jug
if only you feel snug


~~Revised

[angliholic]

My friend
All parties must come to an end

One day
when you have to see me off
don't worry about
what to wear for the day

Suppose
you don't have anything valuable
just wear a smile
sincere and humble

Revised

[angliholic]

Crying ...
the moment
I came into this world
I was crying ...

When your smile was here
to humble all the May flowers
I was crying ...
worrying ...
it'd disappear one day

Now you've drifted far far away
I'm crying ...
like a cicada
facing an empty stage
at the edge of the world
I'm crying ...

Perhaps
one day
when I stop crying
it'll be the day you start crying ...

Revised

[angliholic]

In spring
it goes without saying
your smile is like a rose bud
in the morning

Now summer's frolicking
in the stream
I'm longing for you
like ice cream

In autumn
I'll draw on a flyleaf
your elegance
like a pink maple leaf

Come Winter
I'll cuddle you
like a double comforter

Revised

[angliholic]

If you feel like to call on me
you need not run all the way
to my shabby shanty
You can save
your troubles for another day

Like a whimsical zephir
I'm everywhere
except at my own humble place

In case
I'm at home
my soul may be still lingering
in a green mountain
where a crystal clear stream
is flowing serenely by
day and night

[angliholic]

If you feel like to call on me
you need not run all the way
to my shabby shanty
You can save
your troubles for another day

Like a whimsical zephir
I'm everywhere
except at my own humble place

In case
I'm at home
my soul may be still lingering
in a green mountain
where a crystal clear stream
is flowing serenely by
day and night

[angliholic]

Our heavenly Father

We thank thee for providing our daily bugs

We ask thee to keep
showering us with countless green backs
but not with old ages

We can readily save those extra bucks
in any bank
but where could we deposit
those gnawing extra ages
may we ask

Please forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those predators
who prey upon us
After all
we're just trivial praying mantes

Amen

[angliholic]

Oh
Summer Breeze
while you're humming
all the golden hair aspens
start pulling up their skirts
coyly revealing their creamy long legs
and swaying gracefully
to your intoxicating melody
You know
I'm not a man of whisky
but my heart is tipsy
all the same


Revised

[angliholic]

If this is the last picture
I paint
it's not a wedding bouquet
but the faint blush
on your cheek

If this is the last poem
I write
it sure is your smile
that's pure
as a lily
by the lake shore

If there's something
I want to say to you
on this Monday morning
cold and blue

It's not how much I love you
but how are you

[angliholic]

A Few Tiny Jasmines

Not capable of crafting a mountain
of shiny yellow gold
for the whole world to adore
I'm pretty used to eating
my humble pie
and hoping to grow
in my homely garden
a few tiny jasmines
to share with my redneck neighbors
their sweet fragrance

[angliholic]

When our romance has grown mellow
overwhelmingly sweet
even to utter a word
is wordy

Why not reap this apple memory
with tears and smiles
on our faces
in the season of harvest




Revised

[angliholic]

My lass left
in the morning
without leaving even a note

In a mood of woe
I stumbled along into my garden
to confide my sorrow
to the green

An unexpected lady in a yellow jacket
comes flying
dancing toward my place

Even in my presence
she's still lingering
among those purple petals of a basil
as if to accompany and
comfort me

Now that she's more valuable to me
than all the pearls in the sea
what lass do I need


Revised

[angliholic]

I love to take a stroll
along a quiet country road
to watch the winter sun
shining softly
touching and caressing fondly
each lovely face
of the graceful little grass
in the field
And the breeze
keeps pulling up the lush green skirts
of the silent trees
like pretty child brides
on the roadside
The serene paradise may be fleeting
yet this euphoric feeling
and the rural beauty
I'll treasure in my memory
long enough to forget
the next cold storm may hit
in any minute

[angliholic]

I wish one day
I could somnambulate to the lake
where you used to lie on its bank
and contemplate your beautiful face
on the surface
of the mysterious water

Being a caterpillar
I guess I'd also gaze
long not at my own reflection
but your enthralling reincarnation
the swaying daffodil
graceful like a pretty girl

If I could
borrow some delightful petals from you
to cover my blue
perhaps I wouldn't consider
plunging myself into the water

[angliholic]

Dozens of springs have passed
since I saw you last

Now it must be snowing
in your world
I hope the snowflakes will bring
you romance and love
instead of staying on your silky tresses
which I did long to caress

By the way
keep the old timer far far away
in case he may plow a lonely furrow
on your pretty face
which I can't bear to face
and is sure to leave me in deep sorrow

If your sweet smile
is a forever cheerful daffodil
in spring
never growing old or withering
in my heart
then why not
let's simply miss each other

[angliholic]

Your beauty
is like the soothing sunshine
in icy January
enthralling and sublime
but I dare not take off my clothing
and reveal my true feeling
for I realize
you're definitely not a blessing in disguise

If I expose this amorous heart
to your freezing weather
it'll get frost bite
in a short moment
which can be as poignant
as love bite

[angliholic]

In May
I got swept away
by a little white jasmine flower
and wrote a poem for her
but she preferred the fervent sunlight
and took no delight
in appreciating my writing

Now the wind is howling
and the temperature is freezing
She stands hopeless
alone and flowerless
in the garden
seeming to beg my pardon

Despite feeling pity for her
yet I'm in no mood to play the lyre

[Buh4Bee]

Love the last one! Getting fed up is a hard emotion to overcome. Enjoying the honest nature of your scribbles. Be well!

[angliholic]

My lass
You're pretty as a red rose
yet you can't deny
there are other forms of beauty
in this colorful universe
with various charming shapes or figures

Take for example
the purple leaves of a maple
they can be charming as
the love in the mist
and the orchid in the valley
may not be less lovely
than the daffodil in the spring
or the buttercup in June

[angliholic]

Love the last one! Getting fed up is a hard emotion to overcome. Enjoying the honest nature of your scribbles. Be well!
Thanks, Buh, for the like and the kind words

[angliholic]

Having had enough
of this cold windy weather
I guess I'd better
turn it off
by gently closing my eyes
Hence
returning to a warmer sunny day
in my mind's eye
when I was taking a rest
in your shade

Blowing out of nowhere
a playful summer breeze
scattered your pure white petals
all over the floor
and onto the humble clothing
of mine
I was wondering why ...
why you smelt so aromatic to me
since I wasn't a butterfly
or a honey bee

Now I guess
not only are you pretty
as a fragrant lass
but also witty
for you intended to grab me
to spread your sweet memory
in the air
via my poetry
in the monotonous winter

[angliholic]

During the dark night
to let you dance in delight
and hold onto like a love handle
I've to keep burning myself
like a candle

At dawn
I'm as good as a pool of red tears
and you a weary moth
burned and lying motionlessly
on the cold floor

If this is the sweet fruit
of our burning love we enjoy so much
then it's better
that we keep each other
at a long distance

[angliholic]

I have to say goodbye now!
I have to go with the summer wind
to find out the meanings of life,
to see why there are so many flowers on earth
as charming as you!

When you miss me,
you might as well⋯⋯
take a look at the wandering clouds,
floating like them,
I'm traveling everywhere.

When you see a shooting star
on a darkest night,
you'll know it's my life
short but
leaving a delightful trail of light!

[angliholic]

The sparrows are flitting around
from branch to branch
in the woods
in this green paradise
especially bustling
on this sunny morning
It appears that they're telling
one another it's coming

The spring is coming

Let's get busy
busy as the noisy city
not very far away
just outside the fence
busy making a decent house
busy looking for a pretty spouse
busy having a nest of lovely fledglings
so that each human being
won't miss our singing
come next spring

[free]

Very nice, so cheerful just like springtime.

[angliholic]

Very nice, so cheerful just like springtime.
Thanks, free, for the like, and the cheerful feedback

[angliholic]

On a drizzling night
a brunette with goo goo eyes
was standing alone
under a bleary street light
apparently having lost all direction in life
like a forlorn wife

I'd take her to my house
if only I lived in a spacious residence
in the countryside

So I regret deeply
to say it's really not very convenient
in a crowded city
to keep a canine pet

[angliholic]

I'm not bragging
but I've never seen any human being
with creamy legs as slim as yours are
sweet as a chocolate bar

You take my breath away
when I see the way
you move with elegance
along with your amorous glance

You're almost perfect
except for the long long neck
which's tall as a lighthouse
yet definitely not my ideal spouse
though I can tolerate your unique habit
eating green leaves on a tree

[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]

Cherry Blossoms are blooming
extremely calming
and inviting
inviting spring and you
to pay them a visit

If you take a liking
remember don't go with Albert
but with Robert
for the former will chip off a piece
of your purple haze
put it under a microscope
to see why you're so gorgeous

Yet the latter will praise
your inner beauty
which has finally come to shine
in the refreshing spring

[angliholic]

Silly puppies

Take my advice
when you're ten and four
never think of a pretty showy girl
as your lifelong diva

By and by
to your innocent love
she'll prove
worse than a broken jar
at least
the latter doesn't bark

[angliholic]

In the quiet afternoon
there's someone
who seems to be sighing
and sobbing

If not
why is there this blue river
which has flooded all over my vein
when it isn't raining
on the outside
when the summer's grace
is still here
to linger
when the wailing wind
of the winter
is still out of sight

Should I split
this blue pain in half
with a knife
or simply let it
drain off
through the tip of my pen

[angliholic]

The spring rain has come back
from a long journey
and has been lingering for a couple of days
All the trees are sprouting
and little birds chirping
The sleepy land seems to be waking up
from its deep winter slumber
whereas
when and how
will the seed inside me
begin to bud
since you're still nowhere to be found

[angliholic]

Good morning
lovely lasses and lads
please don't bother to clean up the fallen leaves
on the campus
after the early spring rain
for they're no different from the flowers
in April
or the colorful butterflies
in July
You may wonder
whether it's practical
to leave them scattering here and there
on the pavement
Definitely not
but they forms a yellow brick road
which is leading me to a paradise of beauty
when it's still too chilly
for the spring blossoms to bud

[angliholic]

Dear sol
You’re a pretty yellow rose
and it’ll absolutely be a great loss
for those guys who
don’t even have a chance
to savor your sweet fragrance
especially when the earth
is still wrapped up in the icy cold air

But I dare not dream
to hold you tight in my arms
for I'm afraid
this poor heart of mine
will be pricked time after time
by those invisible thorns

So it's better
that I admire you
at a distance
and praise your charm
in my poem
rather than have a date
if you're truly my soul mate

[angliholic]

I'm a dewdrop at dawn
waking up to the early morning sunshine
caressing my face
and disturbing my sweet dream

When a ladybug is scurrying
for the shade of a weeping willow
I feel like an idle cloud
wandering in the blue sky
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 song
for a weather-worn vagabond

When the night's eyes start to twinkle
I'll be a shooting star
flying across the murky sky
and shedding some light
for a lonely traveler

[angliholic]

The summer wind
has gone chasing
after the shadow of spring
traveling far
and leaving behind
only withered heart shaped leaves
dreaming of flame trees
once blooming
in an exotic land

[angliholic]

When the last cold snap finally ended
a few days ago
you were shining like a daisy
in the early spring
at that moment I naively thought

There were no more rainy days

Nonetheless
I woke up this morning
to hear the sound of drizzling
outside my window
and it still keeps raining now
wet and cold

Though you looks most sadly beautiful
when tiny raindrops are all over
your pretty face
yet how can I stand
to see you standing all alone
shivering in the garden
all day long

[angliholic]

If you'd like to grace my humble home
please do come in the morning
but never in the evening
for I don’t think
I can hold back my tears
to see your petals falling
and floating here and there
when the afterglow is so enchanting

[angliholic]

Pretty peaches are blooming again
in this lonesome land
yet I know clearly
it's not owing to the spring rain
or the spring
that keeps those pink blossoms sprouting
and floating
like the colorful butterflies flying
here and there
in the passionate summer
It's all because of your sweet smile
that makes me feel no longer
like a lonely traveler
in this journey of life

[angliholic]

For you're an orchid in the valley
not to be found in an alley
I guess
to smell your fragrance
I’ll have to climb over many a mountain
and trudge across numerous rivers
If only I'm able to provide you with shelters
from the sun and the rain
I don't mind planting myself on earth
like a nearby whispering pine
whispering in your ear many a line
of verses
when the sun rises
in the morning
in spring

[angliholic]

Wish you forever young and green
as the lush skin of a watermelon
And my love for you will be fervent
as the red passion within
abundant and exuberant
If you quench my longing and thirst
with your sweet juice
I'll spread those precious jewels
in your place



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



I wrote the above short poem, May Our Love Be like a Green Green Watermelon, a few years ago when I started to pen poetry to improve my broken English.
As for the title, we used to have a watermelon day in summer when I was in college though I can’t remember on which exact day. On that day, girls and boys are free to visit their friends in their own dormitory. It was a long tradition that boys should take a watermelon with them when visiting their female friends in their rooms.
It was said that the red meat of the watermelon symbolizes passion and love. And the numerous seeds stand for their fruitful results of love. So next time, when you’re visiting your future spouses, don’t forget to take a watermelon with you especially in sizzling hot summer.

Note: The Watermelon Day is a tradition of my alma mater only, not my country.

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[angliholic]

If I open my window now
I know
I must be able to see
all the vibrant butterflies
chasing one another
like playful young lads and lasses
running wild in the meadow
where numerous small flowers
are swaying gracefully
in the spring breeze
But sorry
I feel too lazy
to open it up
It's not that
I've got a worried mind
so it's tightly closed as my heart
but that
if you happen to be intrigued
to know why
you haven't yet
graced my humble place


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[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.

http://www.bubblews.com/account/148920-lewisjian


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

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem for you
but I didn't send it through
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch of purple lavender
Though you live half a world away
you should've read
those words by now
for they were from the depth
of my soul

[angliholic]

While the sun is blazing
without mercy
I need to take a rest
in the shade of a banyan tree
counting the fallen leaves
one by one
like stories of my life
scattered along the journey
watching the clouds drifting by
like dreams of my youth
passing me by
When the sky is painted
with evening glow
I wonder whether I shall follow
the setting sun or
a homeward bound swallow

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

"...in the shade of a Banyan tree..."
Wonderful, relaxing and contemplative imagery.

[angliholic]

"...in the shade of a Banyan tree..."
Wonderful, relaxing and contemplative imagery.
Thanks, Gilliatt, for your wonderful feedback

[angliholic]

If you want to know
where I came from
and where I'm going to go
you'd better ask the wind
I'm nothing but a roaming cloud
I have no seeds of hope
for you to plant
on your fertile land
no roof to shelter you
from the rain or the sun
The blue sky is my home
and all I own
If you miss my poem
I'll scribble you one
once in a while
But there's no stair
leading to my place
and no string
tied to my wandering soul
for I'm anything but a kite

Revised

[angliholic]

You’ll say goodbye again
in a few more days
but where are the pretty flowers
like always
you’ve promised me
after the endless April showers
Until now
you’ve brought me nothing
but rain showers
after rain showers
Perhaps
after you’re gone
I’ll have a new friend June
and I know for sure
she won't hum me any happy tune
Nevertheless
I couldn't care less
for I’ve become used to
the croaking noise
of a pond of lonesome frogs
on lonely spring nights

[angliholic]

Thank Heaven and earth
Thank people and animal
Thank every living thing
And every inanimate being
For I’m still alive and have a chance
To repent my folly
And start all over again

[angliholic]

A thing of beauty
is a joy forever
and I was a faithful follower
in the past
But my heart hurt
over and over again
when the thing faded like a flower
or a young lass
Now it dawns on me
a heart of beauty is truly
a joy forever
for like a spring
a good heart never
never grows old and ugly

[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 is more cloudy
than the evening clouds
in the western sky
my feet weak as jelly
longing for a rest
How I wish
to be the little birds
in the tree nearby
perching comfortably
in their cozy nest
Perhaps
I'll sit in the pavilion
on the hillside
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

[Buh4Bee]

I enjoyed these lines;

my feet weak as jelly
longing for a rest
How I wish
to be the little birds
in the tree nearby
perching comfortably
in their cozy nest

I think this poem does a wonderful job painting the thoughts and physical discomfort of the weary traveler. There are is a lot to like and much nuance that makes it a worth-while read many times.

[angliholic]

I enjoyed these lines;

my feet weak as jelly
longing for a rest
How I wish
to be the little birds
in the tree nearby
perching comfortably
in their cozy nest

I think this poem does a wonderful job painting the thoughts and physical discomfort of the weary traveler. There are is a lot to like and much nuance that makes it a worth-while read many times.
Thanks, Buh4Bee, for your kind words and praise.

[Fantods1]

Reading through a great many of these poems I noticed early on that many of the same phrases were used and similar images were discussed in varying manners. I enjoyed the growth of the traveller, if it is the same traveller (well, or not really), and the expansion of the themes over time was quite rewarding for me as a reader.

[angliholic]

Reading through a great many of these poems I noticed early on that many of the same phrases were used and similar images were discussed in varying manners. I enjoyed the growth of the traveller, if it is the same traveller (well, or not really), and the expansion of the themes over time was quite rewarding for me as a reader.
Thanks, Fantods1, for reading and giving me this kind feedback.
You can say that again for I'm not the same traveller as I was.

[angliholic]

A casual glimpse
may leave a bruise
on your delicate skin.
At the thought of holding
your luscious body in my arms,
I'm tingling all over!
Caressing your silky hair
with one hand,
I stroke the tender bosom
gently
with the other
when we start to play
the forbidden game,
Spanish Romance
The melody
you're humming
is so enchanting and alluring
that I don't
have to declare
I'm your best partner.


Revised

[angliholic]

In the fresh cool morning
I woke up
to find the roselles
in my garden
wearing
many pale white yellow flowers
in their green clothes
Their faint aromas
remind me of your fragrance
If you were here with me
at this moment
to adore their gracefulness
I wonder
if I can keep my eyes
off you
while you're keeping yours
on them

[angliholic]

You don't have to utter a word,
and I know you're poetic
and romantic
as an autumn breeze.
Whenever you visit,
you paint my world yellow
and purple.
But I hate to admit
you're a bit sentimental,
for the boundless blue sky
you bring,
along with those moody clouds,
is something
I can never obliterate easily
from my memory.


Revised

[angliholic]

It's another summer evening
and people are coming and going
everywhere
Walking alone
on the sidewalk beside the library
I don't feel lonely at all
in this bustling city
for at least
I have my most loyal dog
my shadow
heeling
and accompanying me
all the way home
in the magnificent sunset glow

[angliholic]

You can take my gold
as much as you want
but please leave
my green mountain
alone
Keep the empire building
for yourself
if you really want it
but please don't
defile the clean stream
in my blood

[angliholic]

As the heat wave
is in full play
I may
appear droopy and fade
in the sizzling hot sun
As long as I hold on
a little longer
I'm sure
I'll be able to savor
the most mesmerizing
evening glow
in a few hours or so
The beads of sweat
on my little face
are going to
convert into simmering
dewdrops
come tomorrow morning
Hanging on
till next season
I'll have a reason
to harvest
the rainbow-like
falling leaves
from the heavens

[angliholic]

Frogs frogs frogs ...
Do you croak so noisily
the whole night through
simply over some trivial mosquitoes
like those politicians
or
do you feel forever lonely
too
though surrounded by millions
of your folks
If so
then I'm willing to compromise
my serenity

[angliholic]

When the sun is blazing
and the air is hot
you transform yourself
into a cool green parasol
for the homeless lady bug
to seek shelter in
And when it's pouring
cats and dogs
you act as a natural umbrella
to those helpless frogs
You endow those who
feed on
and take advantage of you
with nutrition
as well as yummy flavors
rather than poison them
Every day
you struggle hard by yourself
simply to survive
in either the flooded
or the dry land
There's a stupid question
which I dare not ask
but it has been on my mind

What's the purpose
of your struggle
and the meaning of your life

[angliholic]

It's raining
yet I'm still lingering
beside a lotus pond
Listening to the rhythmic beating
of the rain
on the water surface
and looking to the sky beyond
I feel like crying

The rain keep falling
and cleansing my body
When eventually
the sun ray
comes out to play
perhaps
I'll be rejuvenated again
like a blue water lily
after the rain

Goodbye tomorrow
and sorrow
for today I'll step on a rainbow
and go back to the place
where I came from

[tailor STATELY]

re: A Blue Water Lily after the Rain~~Revised

Soaking in the essence of this poem... enjoyed. Imagery and word play A+.

Perhaps 'keeps' in S2 L1 is better for syntax.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

re: A Blue Water Lily after the Rain~~Revised

Soaking in the essence of this poem... enjoyed. Imagery and word play A+.

Perhaps 'keeps' in S2 L1 is better for syntax.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks, Tailor, for pointing out the grammatical error which I was really not aware of when I revised it.
Thanks again for your time and kindness

[angliholic]

While you're smiling
in the morning sunshine
and hanging
over a tall green tree
beside a mountain trail
I try to figure out
why your light blue bell
reminds me of the enigmatic smile
of Mona Lisa
All my life
I've never been aware of
the force of gravity
yet I do sense
the force of your attraction
right now
To measure how beautiful you are
will be like
finding out how mysterious
cicada singing is
I suppose
I have to hurry up
and sketch your beauty
on a white cloud
before a woodpecker nearby
strikes twelve
before you turn yourself into
Cinderella again

[angliholic]

If you feel like calling on me
you need not run all the way
to my shabby shanty
You can save
your troubles for another day
for I'm everywhere
like a whimsical zephyr
except at my own humble place
In case
I'm at home
my soul may be still lingering
in a green mountain
where a crystal clear stream
is flowing serenely by
day and night

[angliholic]

Remember
once upon a summer
you walked across my quiet path
like a gentle breeze
wafting across a wintry land
A happy encounter
left behind
those unforgettable beautiful memories
like flower petals scattering
in the spring field
You said then
they were your sorrowful tears
when parting
Now I'm regretting to say
they're more like my wistful sighs
when grieving

[angliholic]

Walking in the rain
alone
on this July afternoon
I'm carrying a blue balloon
instead of an umbrella
Don't think of me as a great fan
of becoming dripping wet
on this lonely lane
It's simply because
I enjoy the rain singing
dancing
and washing away
the dust and the pain
from those tiny green leaves
along with my griefs

[angliholic]

When each bird flies softly by,
waving goodbye to the moody blues,
sailing serenely
to a greener land,
and leaving me nothing
but piles of lonesome clouds.
How I wish
to be able to cut off the line
that has been controlling my life!
One day
when eventually I am free
from the hand
that holds the line of my destiny,
I wonder
whether I'll be flying freely
like a bird
or falling like a free-flying kite
from the top of the world!

[angliholic]

The sun is beaming
brightly this morning
and little birds are still chirping
in the green trees
Everything is all delightful
and right
yet this heart of mine
is still raining
like last night
when the summer rain
refused to leave until very late
It's not the rainbow
that I missed
but
your charming silhouette
over it

[angliholic]

I have been walking
along this winding mountain trail
covered with small pebbles
and fallen leaves
for too long and too far
I forget where I am now
I can't even recall
why I took this journey
in the first place
The cicadas' love songs
are fervent
as the blazing sun
and all the honey bees are dancing
and singing
around their sweet daisies
But there seems to be no spring
for me
Maybe
if I keep trudging on
I'll come across
a peach village
embraced by a winding cool brook
before the sky is painted
pitch black
Maybe not

[angliholic]

If you'd like to grace
my humble place
please do come
in the morning
but please
never in the evening
for
how can I
hold back my tears
to see fallen petals
everywhere
just when the afterglow
is most amazing
and beautiful

[angliholic]

Living like a green sapling
deep in a valley
I'm afraid
I'm forgetting about the world
or the other way round
I'm not very sure
yet I still have a pen
to write down many a dream
on the clear water surface
of a winding stream

[angliholic]

If our life is nothing but
floating duckweeds
easier to separate
than to cling to each other
then why not let a small river
carry us to wherever
the water flows
The time
when we're happy together
may be short
as a breeze
yet we'll make it last forever
in our sweet dreams

(Revised)

[angliholic]

Sitting in the shade of an eucalyptus
I rejoice over cool summer breezes
for they simply keep breezing
The vibe is relaxing
this morning
except for the numerous falling leaves
Like annoying flies
they simply keep coming
Since it's impossible
to chase away them all
I've no choice but to ignore them all
The second I've made up my mind
all of a sudden
they start flying up and up
against the blue clear sky
like colorful butterflies

[angliholic]

Maybe
I'll never have a chance
to see you again
yet I'm still missing your smile
like a drooping leaf of grass
waiting for the summer rain
Maybe
I'm now like a bee
getting lost in a concrete jungle
yet I'm still dreaming
one day
there'll be spring rain
showering down
on this lonesome dry land
again

[angliholic]

If missing you
would stop my clock from ticking
then I'd forget about
the falling petals in late summer
If autumn's breeze
is ready to sweep away
those yellow faded leaves
then I'm willing
to be swept away with them
to a far-off place
If I could buy spring back
in the snowflake-flying winter
then I wouldn't pine away
like a lonely traveler

[angliholic]

I've been sitting here
waiting
and a noisy brook nearby
has been babbling
for an entire afternoon
yet no sound of footsteps of my love
in the mist
A wood of whispering pines
keep whispering
her name
over and over again
turning one lonely summer afternoon
into eternal despair
She's gone
with the summer wind
nowhere to be found
leaving only a forest of cicadas
chanting the blues

[Lykren]

Your poetry is sometimes pure.

[angliholic]

Thanks Lykren for your praise.

[angliholic]

In the darkness outside
the torrential rain keeps stamping
on the canopy
the gusts howling like ghosts
fierce and hungry
running for easy preys
on the flooded streets
I toss and turn in bed
feeling uneasy
for I'm caught up in this small lane
Hence
I sit up and write down this poem
I long for you all the more
though I can't see you any more
How I wish
you could read it now
but I know
Maybe
in your sweet dream
I'm stepping into the storm
against the high wind and walking
toward you
on this typhoon night

[angliholic]

Just as
you love the white clouds
in the ancient sky
so shall you love the blue sky
Likewise
if you love the lush green leaves
of an old tree
you should love the tree too
and if you happen to
love the atmospheric poetry
of an old poet
you have no choice but
love me too

[angliholic]

I'm a dewdrop
at dawn
waking up to the early
morning sunshine
that's caressing my face
and disturbing my sweet dream
When a ladybug
is scurrying
for the shade of a weeping willow
I feel like an idle cloud
wandering in the blue sky
catching a glimpse
of a yellow buttercup
that's 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 song
for a weather-worn vagabond
When the night's eyes
start to twinkle
I'd rather be a shooting star
flying across the murky sky
and shedding
some light
for a lonely traveler

[angliholic]

In the season of sunshine
I am singing for you
like singing for the season
of May flowers
coming hand in hand
with April showers
Now, it's right time
for romance and poetry
and here you are
filling the garden of my life
with cheerful beauty
You're a delightful rainbow
more colorful
than all the flower petals

[angliholic]

I have to say goodbye now!
I have to go with the summer wind
to find out the meanings of life,
to see why
there are so many flowers on earth
as charming as you!
When you miss me,
you might as well
take a look at those wandering clouds~~
Floating like them,
I'm traveling everywhere.
If you happen to see a shooting star
on a darkest night,
you'll know it's my life
short but
leaving a delightful trail of light!

[angliholic]

If you were a white cloud
I'd rather be a green mountain
lying flat on my back
gazing admiringly at you
up above my head
night and day
Don't be upset
if I'm gaping and speechless
for there's a little brook
rippling a sweet melody
on my behalf
If you ask
what I'm worried about most
then you'll see
it's you
that might get sad one day
and turn yourself
into tears
I'm not afraid
to get soaking wet
but I might miss you
for ages and ages
before
running across your reincarnation
once more


Revised

[angliholic]

Laying my head upon your lap
I can see the carefree clouds
drifting high above in the blue sky
as gracefully as the swans
swimming in a pond nearby
Summer breeze is gently
wafting your faint fragrance
and your long soft hair all over my face
like amazing grace
If I could
I would be lying here
for a thousand years and more
to let your tender green leaves
fall and cover me with layer after layer
of your loving caress
till one day of you I'm a part
till death never do we part

Revised

[angliholic]

If your fragrance
is a graceful short poem
then let me spread it
wherever I go
so that little birds may have a chance
to praise you
during the whole summer
and let the sunshine adore you
after reading you
over and over again
for I'm the romantic cool wind
in the early morning

[angliholic]

And you're leaving today
in such a hurry
It seems only yesterday
you came to visit me
Rosebuds are still pretty
For one more day
will you be able to stay
to appreciate their beauty
together in May

[angliholic]

When floral fragrances
are no longer
floating in the breeze
I'll be waiting
for you
in a forest of maple trees
Imagine
you are now stepping
on the far end of a rainbow
the colorful fallen leaves
walking toward me
From a fairy tale
you're now
walking toward me

[angliholic]

Azaleas are blooming
here and there
on the hill
though I can still feel
the early spring chill
I'd like to pick a pure white one
for you
to put it in your hair
But where are you
I shouldn't have missed you
so much
in the first place
for I know
you're nothing but my echo
I'm not Narcissus
but I'm wasting away
for the same reflection
all the same

[angliholic]

The distance between us
is like you're a pretty
romantic cloud
born to wander
and I'm a small rippling river
lying by a meadow
with splashes of yellow
love to sing for you today
as well as tomorrow
Maybe you're too far away
to savor my lovely melody
and I don't mind
you're forever a drifter
for at one time
you impressed deeply
on my clear water
your charming reflection


~~Revised

[angliholic]

Yesterday
it was still breezy
now it's snarling and growling like crazy
And the day before yesterday
it rained like cats and dogs
all the way
if my memory serves me right
nothing seemed all right
How can I expect a sunny tomorrow
now that I'm fed up
with so much sorrow

[angliholic]

Come and let me
praise your charm
like a deep blue morning glory
in the early morning
so mesmerizing
that I'm sure
to soak myself totally
in your soothing beauty
It's now or never
for I'm afraid
there'll be no more
smiling morning glory
in the evening

[angliholic]

On this quiet afternoon
there seems to be someone
sighing and sobbing
If not
why is there this blue river
flooding all over my vein
when it isn't raining
on the outside
the summer's grace
is still here to linger
and the wailing wind
of the winter
is still out of sight
Should I split
this blue pain in half
with a knife
or simply let it
drain off
through the tip of my pen

[angliholic]

When the heatwave
is gradually subsiding
the season of falling leaves
and flying flower petals
is ready to call
Will you be joyful
for the horrible summer
is eventually
leaving
or will you still feel sorrow
for the prime
of a pretty jasmine
is unknowingly
slipping away

[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]

When I was still a kid
as small as you were
I wondered why
you always carried your house
like a tiny tower
on your back
wherever you traveled
Later on
I realized
it was your borrowed shelter
in the sands of time
beside the ocean expanse
When migrating birds
start flying south
it dawns on me
we're not much different
Like them
we're just taking
a seasonal journey
without a permanent home

[angliholic]

You often stand alone
in the wind
like a quiet dandelion
swaying gracefully
at a small lane
forgotten by the world
And I
I'm constantly tumbling
on many a strange road
like a tumbleweed
moving on and on
and I've forgotten the world
In the season of Zephyr
we're ready
to migrate again
but where's our future shelter
Maybe we'll settle down
in the same pasture
Maybe not
So let us pray
fate will bring us together
in the long run

[angliholic]

Crying ...
the moment
I came into this world
I was crying ...
When your smile
was here to humble
all the May flowers
I was crying ...
for I was worrying ...
it'd disappear
sooner than later
Now you've drifted
far far away
I'm crying ...
at the edge of the earth
like a cicada
facing an empty stage
I'm crying ...
Perhaps when one day
I stop crying
it'll be the day
you start crying ...

[angliholic]

Hardly had I
said goodbye to July
when those fiery day lilies
were painting an entire mountain
orange and red
Do you still remember
we didn't have a chance either
to bid the last goodbye
and now we've all but passed
the summer of our life
Perhaps we'll feel less sorrowful
come the fall
for those passionate lilies
are more lovely
than all the rosy glow
in summer

[angliholic]

It's awesome
that you own many sharp teeth
which cut like a knife
yet you'll be in trouble
when faced with people
with sharper minds
And it's merely frightening
to take a glance
at your blo-dy mouth
yet you'll be endangered
when dealing with someone
whose stomach is even bigger
than your huge mouth
And I'm sorry
to predict that one day
it'll be the end of your story
when we human beings
keep on prospering
producing numerous offspring

[angliholic]

I've been waiting
by the window of August
for the season of cool breezes
to come by
or just to fly by
swiftly like a swallow
but it's still mid summer
I'm afraid
I can't hang on
any longer
to see the last autumn
of my life
I don't feel sorrow
for even a green leaf
may turn yellow
and fall from its mother tree
at any minute
I'm not going to whine
but laugh
for I'll be free soon
from the earthbound body
I'll be free at last

[angliholic]

Little birds
Though I don't understand your words
as well as your world
I often see you either chitchat
all day long
or chirp a song
now and then
Those hard working farmers
who labor in the field
from morning till night
are struggling
to get out of their plight
Nevertheless
you harvest their crops happily
and lead a fabulous life as easy as pie
like the filthy rich
Little wonder you can always be
happy go lucky

[angliholic]

Oh please, Butterfly
Please stop
flapping your wings
for a little while
for you might ripple
a most innocent smile
that's reflecting
in my mind
It's the smile
that I've been missing
day and night
for ages

[angliholic]

My dear friends
Don't weep
but smile for me
when one day
I have to meet my maker
for then
I won't suffer
any more
To light up the darkness
around me
I'm doomed to
keep burning myself
until turning into
a pool of tears

[angliholic]

A faded yellow eucalyptus leaf
is falling
in the early morning
when the air is still crispy fresh
It simply keeps falling
without any breeze
not on the flowery meadow
a few meters away
but on the hood of my car
in a parking lot
when September has not yet come

[angliholic]

It was in the season
when daffodils were in full bloom
that we came across each other
Like two trails
once crossing each other
now you've gone your way
and I my way
While the leaves are changing
colors and fading
my heart is getting colder
I haven't thought of you
for a long while
let alone dreaming of you
Since it's impossible
for us to get together again
why not let our story drift away
with the summer dream

[angliholic]

Last night
I was kissed in my dream
by a dew drop
mysterious
pretty and young
yet even before the Sun rose
she was gone
What was going on
I tried to recall
when I woke up
in the morning
Why should a thing of joy
be so fleeting

[angliholic]

I've made up my mind
not to shed a tear for you
if one day
you have to bid adieu
Don't get me wrong
my heart isn't made of stone
but I fear
my tear
may flood your town
and drown
those innocent living beings
in the ocean

[angliholic]

Roselle plants
are coming back to bloom
at this time of the year
without
making any promise
to the season
Yet without a reason
you've disappeared
forever and ever
Your sweetness of yesterday
has added up to
this sorrow of today
If there's a tornado
tomorrow
I wonder
whether it'll be able to move
this sorrow
even a centimeter

[angliholic]

If you're still feeling lazy
from the fading
summer heat
I'll ride
on a falling leaf
to knock
at your window
and to whisper
in your ear
the most gorgeous
season is here
to stay
so that you may
open your heart
as well as your window
to feel
the golden hues
gradually
taking over
the green rice field
along with the forest
on the hill

[angliholic]

Not capable
of crafting a mountain
of shiny yellow gold
for this hustling world
to adore
I've been pretty used to
eating my humble pie
and only hope
to grow
in my homely garden
a few tiny jasmines
to share with
my redneck neighbors
their light fragrance

[angliholic]

The bikini you're wearing
is as revealing
as the birthday suit
of tropical fish
colorful vibrant and girlish
Yes
you're the coolest ice cream
to my eyes
in the sizzling hot summer
when life
seems trapped
in a drowsy slumber
But I know
there is an invisible red line
that's as good
as a big sum of fine
that I mustn't cross
If I do
I'll be nailed to a cross
falling easy prey to
the most
mesmerizing spider web
you spun
in the long run

[angliholic]

One rainy afternoon
you showered me
with many a fanciful balloon
Like raindrops one after another
your tenderness kept falling
on the pond of my heart
forming multitudinous ripples
ever expanding your charming dimples
along with my blissfulness
But all of a sudden
I felt totally helpless
as the rain stopped abruptly
and ruthlessly

[angliholic]

I have been walking
along this winding mountain trail
covered with small pebbles
and fallen leaves
for so long and so far
that I forget where I am now
I can't even recall
why I took this journey
in the first place
The cicadas' love songs
are fervent
as the blazing sun
and all the honey bees are dancing
and singing
around their sweet daisies
But there is no spring for me
Maybe
if I keep trudging on
I'll come across a peach village
embraced by
a winding cool brook
before the sky is painted
pitch black

[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
and my feet soft as a jelly
Longing for a rest
how I envy
those little birds
perching comfortably
in a cozy nest nearby
Perhaps
I should sit in a pavilion
for a while
waiting for the cicadas
to play their finale
for the maple leaves
to turn yellow and float
like falling snowflakes
Perhaps
sooner or later
spring will grace this land
again

[angliholic]

A long time ago
at my old hometown
where things went slow
as sloths
there was a small lane
so twisted
that even sunshine
found it hard to squeeze in
At an obscure corner
hid a small store
selling various flowers
of yesterday
Who would've bought
such a bunch
of fading gray
with no hope of tomorrow
if they hadn't been
in deep dismay
those rootless soldiers
having left their home
for so long
and so far away from
their loved ones
due to wars
What else could've been
better comforts
and cheaper
than those senior blossoms

[angliholic]

Let's take a walk
if you please
at the beach
at the first streak of sunlight
And throw a glance
at a hermit crab
that' scurrying across the sand
by the boundless immemorial ocean
leaving
only a few traces
erased by the small hands of waves
in no time
along with our footprints
In the distance
there may loom a ship
carrying our dream and hope
as always
at the mercy of pending tempests
If you please
let's take our time
and stroll casually
till the sun sinks in the west
and then relish
the most fantastic moment
in a day
if we could ignore the seagulls
home flying
squawking and wailing

[angliholic]

Must be waiting
for someone
special and engaging
on this late night
for you're still standing
on this lonely street
with your eyes dimming
with tears


Revised

[angliholic]

A breezy wandering cloud
is more charming
than those serious
and motionless ones
so why not take it easy
Thus
I'm not going
to work as hard as
a full time wordsmith does
but to idle around
like a carefree white crane
If you happen to see me
strolling
in a golden rice field
don't get me wrong
for I'm not gleaning
a few grains
or searching
for some small fish
but relaxing
in the scenic countryside

[angliholic]

Time to say goodbye
August
You can take away with you
all the gnawing lusts
together with the nasty locusts
but please
leave bright sunlight
and some green leaves
for us
because who wouldn't wish
to stay young forever
as those lush green trees
in summer

[angliholic]

You're a pretty poem
It's refreshing
to read you
in the early morning
At noon
with rosy glows
on your cheeks
you appear so passionate
Against the evening clouds
in the evening
you look so enthralling
In the depth of night
you're no less
mysterious
than enchanting
constantly and forever
changing
like a kaleidoscope
but the only thing
that doesn't change
is your beauty

[angliholic]

If your beauty
is a rainbow after the rain
let me bear the pain
in the rain
If you're a butterfly
in flight
let me be the caterpillar
a thorn in the eye
If you're the lovely
morning sunlight
l'm forever ready
to be the lonely night

[angliholic]

A small watermelon
I just ate
because I almost
died of thirst
after jogging for one hour
When I was almost
done eating
I started to think
why a watermelon
could be
so sweet and juicy
without enjoying romance
or falling in love
in advance
Perhaps
the only reason
for it to survive
the austerity of life
without fun
is to quench our desire
Perhaps
it has also saved
so many ancient travelers
in the dry desert
in the past
that we're able
to sit here
safe and sound
and talk about it

[angliholic]

Having lost the azure sky
to fighter planes
fewer and fewer
migratory wild geese
are able to find their way home
Having lost
the good lands and forests
to high rise buildings
king of the beasts
can't help but live in the zoo
Having lost clean water
to pollution
fewer and fewer rivers of life
are able to survive
Yes
Human beings
you can win them all
for all others are lousy losers

[angliholic]

Sigh
How refreshing
this late summer morning
While I'm intoxicated
with the water lily fragrance
a butterfly
coming out of nowhere
graceful
as a young girl
starts hovering
over a pink petal
She's so soaking
in the beauty
she doesn't even notice
I'm sitting by her side
in silence
let alone knowing
that I fancy
she's more charming
than the blossom

[angliholic]

The distance between us
is like~~if
you're a pretty romantic cloud
born to wander forever
and ever
then I'm a small rippling river
lying by a meadow
with splashes of yellow
and enjoy singing for you today
as well as tomorrow
Maybe
you're too far away
to savor my lovely melody
but I don't mind
in the least
for once upon a time
you deeply
impressed a charming reflection
on my clear water surface

[angliholic]

I see
through my window pane
all is quiet and calm
in a small lane
except for a few birds
singing a psalm
praising
the serenity of autumn
in the afternoon

[angliholic]

You don't have to utter a word,
and I know you're poetic
and romantic
as an agreeable breeze.
Whenever you visit,
you paint my world yellow
and purple.
But I hate to admit
you're a bit sentimental,
for the boundless blue sky
you bring,
along with those moody clouds,
is something
I can never obliterate easily
from my memory.

[angliholic]

Be sure to plant
an ocean of sunflowers
on the inside of your pure heart
since there is nothing on earth
but illusions
When in deep despair
remember
to close both of your eyes
and to take a look
at those cheerful smiles
with the mind's eye

[YesNo]

I tend to agree that there is nothing on earth but illusions, but I do think the illusions are within the mind.

[angliholic]

I see eye to eye with you, honerable YesNo.

[angliholic]

Like the soft silky tresses
of a lass
October drizzle graces
my dreamland without notice
When reaching out my hands
to give it a caress
I touch nothing but emptiness

[NikolaiI]

Angli, your poetry is really, very beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

[angliholic]

Angli, your poetry is really, very beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

Thanks, NikolaiI, for your praise and encouragement.
I've all but lost my confidence in and enthusiasm for poetry because I've never made a dime and become well known for my poetry.

[angliholic]

You're pretty as a red rose
yet you can't deny
there are other forms of beauty
in this colorful universe
with various charming shapes or figures
Take for example
the purple leaves of a maple
they can be charming as
the love in the mist
And the orchid in the valley
may not be less lovely
than the daffodil in the spring
or the buttercup in June

[angliholic]

Taking a stroll
along a quiet country road
I watch the winter sun
shining softly
touching and caressing fondly
each lovely face
of the graceful little grass
in the field
And the winter breeze
keeps pulling up
those lush green skirts
of the silent trees
looking like pretty brides
on the roadside
The serene paradise
may be fleeting
yet I'll treasure
this euphoric feeling
and the rural beauty
in my memory
long enough to forget
the next cold storm may hit
in any minute

[NikolaiI]

You're pretty as a red rose
yet you can't deny
there are other forms of beauty
in this colorful universe
with various charming shapes or figures
Take for example
the purple leaves of a maple
they can be charming as
the love in the mist
And the orchid in the valley
may not be less lovely
than the daffodil in the spring
or the buttercup in June

This one is simply incedible. I have to go now or I would say more.

[NikolaiI]

Thanks, NikolaiI, for your praise and encouragement.
I've all but lost my confidence in and enthusiasm for poetry because I've never made a dime and become well known for my poetry.

You're welcome. I know how much it can mean to have someone appreciate your poetry. I wouldn't feel too discouraged about not having achieved money and fame... Everything we do, every poem we write, ripples throughout the whole universe, and affects everything.

[angliholic]

This one is simply incedible. I have to go now or I would say more.
If you meant to say incredible, Nikolai, then I'm really flattered.
Thanks for your boosting my self esteem


You're welcome. I know how much it can mean to have someone appreciate your poetry. I wouldn't feel too discouraged about not having achieved money and fame... Everything we do, every poem we write, ripples throughout the whole universe, and affects everything.
Thanks, Nikolai, for your kind words again.
If my poetry can ripple through your heart, then I'm very satisfied

[angliholic]

Once an ocean
of orange delight
now the blossom is all but
out of sight
heralding the poetic season
is coming to an end
and leaving behind
a mountain of loneliness
for the ineffable clovers
Though flower admirers
have all gone
the story of life
must drag on

[NikolaiI]

My pleasure, angliholic :)

I actually believe everything affects everything else, and it's all connected. Father Zosimov from "The Brothers Karamazov" says it well, "All is like an ocean, all flows and connects," and how if we make a wave in one place, it's felt on the other side of the world.

You should definitely feel very good about your poetry, it's exceptionally good.

[angliholic]

Like the tenderness
of the winter Sun
you came to visit me again
this morning
The weather was so fine
that I couldn't help wondering
if I was still dreaming
for in some parts
of the world
perhaps
blinding snow
were whirling
and deadly cold storms
were howling nonstop

[angliholic]

My pleasure, angliholic :)

I actually believe everything affects everything else, and it's all connected. Father Zosimov from "The Brothers Karamazov" says it well, "All is like an ocean, all flows and connects," and how if we make a wave in one place, it's felt on the other side of the world.

You should definitely feel very good about your poetry, it's exceptionally good.
Well put, Niko, and your comments are exceptionally great music to my ears.

[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

[angliholic]

I should've told you
last summer
in person
how beautiful
the pink water lily was
while shyly smiling
in the sunshine
It's too late now
for there's nothing
but icy cold winds and rain
outside
over the pond
Maybe
you'll think
there will always be
plenty more new blossoms
come next spring
but I regret to tell you
they belong to
the next generation
not us

[angliholic]

When I left you
I pretended
I didn't care about you
anymore
so that you'd miss me
no more
Now it's a brand new year
yet it's still wet
and freezing cold outside
I hear the howling
and hope it's not you
that are crying
I'm coming back home
from a long journey
not to tell you
many a story
but to see
if you've found
your own rose garden

[angliholic]

When summer
was here
I was fed up
with its fervency
as well as
your passion
Now you're gone
with its warmth
I'm starting
to miss
the sunshine
on your
rosy cheeks

[angliholic]

It's drizzling again
and I'm thinking of you
thinking of the silky tresses
floating in the air
conjuring up a paradise
in the misty rain
on this autumn night
I'm eager to be a street lamp
waiting ...
ever waiting for you
to stroll by
to reflect your grace
on each raindrop
on my face
If you happen to see me
wobbling and ...
don't blame the gusty winds
or the whisky
for it's your charms
that leave me drunk
over and over again

REVISED

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem
for you
but I didn't send it
though
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch
of purple lavender
You live half a world away
yet you should've read
those words
by now
for they were
from the depth
of my soul

[angliholic]

Crying ...
the moment
I came into this world
I was crying ...
When your smile
was here to humble
all the May flowers
I was crying ...
for I was worrying ...
it'd disappear
sooner than later
Now you've drifted
far far away
I'm crying ...
at the edge of the earth
like a cicada
facing an empty stage
I'm crying ...
Perhaps one day
when I stop crying
it'll be the day
you start crying ...


Revised

[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
for which I have always
had a soft spot


Revised

[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
and my feet soft as a jelly
Longing for a rest
how I envy
those little birds
perching comfortably
in a cozy nest nearby
Perhaps
I should sit in a pavilion
for a while
waiting for the cicadas
to play their finale
for the maple leaves
to turn yellow and float
like falling snowflakes
Perhaps
sooner or later
spring will grace this land
again


Revised

[angliholic]

One layer after another
the fancy clothes she puts on
are more than sufficient
to veil the damage
time has caused
to her withering body
and to pass her off
as a bunch of tulips
at yuletide
Nevertheless
who knows
in the season
of flowers and bees
she did humble many
a butterfly
simply in her birthday suit

[angliholic]

Thank Goodness
on the silent night
I don't have to
stay out working hard
with a view to
winning the world
as the howling wind does
on the outside
On the peaceful night
I feel divinely blissful
on the inside
for I still own
a humble cozy room
with a warm bed
where to hide away
from the cold weather
Looking out
the transparent window
through the darkness
I'm quite certain
I won't get lost again
though there isn't
a single visible star
in the night sky

[angliholic]

As the night
isn't young any longer
and the temperature
feels like dropping below zero
It's hard to overcome
the temptation
to climb into bed
curl up in a ball
and pull up the covers
over the head
Lying in bed
warm and cozy
I couldn't help
fantasizing
I'm not much different from
an insignificant creature
hibernating in its lair
I bet
it couldn't care less
whether the earth
is still spinning
let alone
whether there are wars
in the distance
as long as it's peaceful
here and now

[angliholic]

Remember
once upon a summer
you walked across my quiet path
like a gentle breeze
wafting across a wintry land
A happy encounter
left behind
those unforgettable beautiful memories
like flower petals scattering
in the spring field
You said then
they were your sorrowful tears
when parting
Now I'm regretting to say
they're more like my wistful sighs
when grieving

[angliholic]

Mild weather
brings out a genuine smile
as good as a sweet daffodil
on your face
so would you consider
stopping this cold spell
for a little while
If you keep snarling
growling and swirling
like a winter tornado
how could I
take off my clothes
reveal my sincere heart
and embrace an iceberg
passionately
as though
there were no tomorrow

[angliholic]

Just as
you love the little birds
flying in the blue sky
you should love
the ancient sky too
Just as
you love the green leaves
of an oak tree
you should love
the old oak tree too
Likewise
if unfortunately
you happen to love
the atmospheric poetry
of a senior poet
you have no choice but
to love me too

[angliholic]

Let's take a walk
if you please
at the beach
at the first streak of sunlight
and throw a glance
at those hermit crabs
that're scurrying across the sand
by the boundless immemorial ocean
leaving only a few traces
erased in no time
by the small hands of waves
along with our footprints
In the distance
there may loom a ship
carrying our dream and hope
as always
at the mercy of a pending tempest
If you please
let's take our time
and stroll as long as you're happy
maybe till the sun
forgets to sink in the west
and then let's relish
the most fantastic moment
in the evening
if you could ignore the seagulls
longing to fly home
wailing and squawking

[angliholic]

Last night
it was still wet and cold
outside
I curled up in bed
hibernating like a Teddy bear
and wondering whether
I would keep singing the blues
for the rest
of the Christmas season
It's Amazing Grace
that I awaken
to feel the morning sunshine
on my face
I'm more than jubilant
over the sunny day
especially on Monday
for it's no different
from a long-lost chum
dropping by unexpectedly
in the coldest season

[angliholic]

When you were sitting
by a lotus pond
and unfurling
those light purple petals
like a morning glory
at dawn
no lotus buds
dared to emerge
from the water
for fear of getting humbled
But how time flies
In a blink of an eye
the sun is setting
and the misty evening
is falling
Hence
fresh spring has given way
to leaf-falling autumn
Everything has changed
except
sweet memory
never dies

[angliholic]

I don't have
a magic wand
but an ordinary pen
which is able to conjure up
a fragrant garden for you
whether when you're singing
the blues
or when you're stuck
in the bleakest north pole
without any hope
And the beauty of it
is that it'll never grow old
I'm not blowing the balloon
unless you forget to bloom
in the spring
when little birds
come back to sing

[angliholic]

Loving Father in Heaven
I'm not asking you
to bestow more gold on me
on this peaceful Christmas Eve
but please help me
to maintain this simple
and humble life
It's not that
my heart isn't moved
in front of the shiny gold
but that
if everybody loves gold
there must be a war
What is the use of gold
when there is a bloody war
All this I ask
in the name of Jesus Christ

Amen

[YesNo]

Nice Christmas prayer.

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Loving Father in Heaven

if everybody loves gold
there must be a war
What is the use of gold
when there is a bloody war
All this I ask
in the name of Jesus Christ

Amen

that's the way of life
nice Christmas to all members

[angliholic]

Nice Christmas prayer.
Thanks, YesNo, for your reply.
Merry Christmas


that's the way of life
nice Christmas to all members
Thanks, Mohammad,
Merry Christmas

[angliholic]

If there will be
a winter storm tomorrow
as sure and merciless
as a cruel war
in this capricious world
I won't feel dismal
faced with the bleakest weather
It's not so much
I know for certain
the sun will rise again
as always
after a violent storm
as I've learned
how to appreciate more
the peaceful and homely days
in between

[angliholic]

The grey sky is heeling me
like my shadow
wherever I go
and I find no word
in my dictionary
to clearly express
this bad mood
Perhaps
there shouldn't be
gloomy weather
on earth
in the first place
Perhaps
it's time
to take a long rest
and to forget about
the annoying rustle
of the cold winds
Perhaps
in the season
of melting snow
I'll wake up
in time
to appreciate
those pretty flower seeds
germinate

[Mohammad Ahmad]

The grey sky is heeling me
like my shadow
wherever I go
and I find no word
in my dictionary
to clearly express
this bad mood
Perhaps
there shouldn't be
gloomy weather
on earth
in the first place
Perhaps
it's time
to take a long rest
and to forget about
the annoying rustle
of the cold winds
Perhaps
in the season
of melting snow
I'll wake up
in time
to appreciate
those pretty flower seeds
germinate

Whereto have you all these dreamy figures?
Yea, you deserve a spackle trademark!
Let the hell never comes for
Literature network forums

[angliholic]

Whereto have you all these dreamy figures?
Yea, you deserve a spackle trademark!
Let the hell never comes for
Literature network forums
Thanks, Mohammad, for your terrific reply, which is so excellent that it's a bit over my head.
There are some people whose English is too bad to understand its meanings. You're contrary to them.
So, I'd like to make sure if I see correctly what you meant:

Why and where do you have all these dreamy images?
Yea, you deserve a solid name
Let the bad fortune never comes for
Literature network forums

By the way, I adore your motto:
My country is the Home of Honour And Without honour I haven't Home

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Thanks, Mohammad, for your terrific reply, which is so excellent that it's a bit over my head.
There are some people whose English is too bad to understand its meanings. You're contrary to them.
So, I'd like to make sure if I see correctly what you meant:

Why and where do you have all these dreamy images?
Yea, you deserve a solid name
Let the bad fortune never comes for
Literature network forums

By the way, I adore your motto:
My country is the Home of Honour And Without honour I haven't Home

Indeed, I am surprised to see all these poetry posts in one page.
I think impliedly you wanted my opinion in your writing.
I am the man who never suppresses others' right wherever it is, whether on writing or in any field of knowledge.
I see that you are excellent writer yet I have noticed in the forum, it maybe there is more but I don’t discover them or they give their mind away not to write.
Never mind, dear friend never mind
The expression I shared, you excellently changed for a "solid name."
The expression previously I mentioned in my reply, "spackle", it means; brand name for a quick-drying substance used for repairing plasterwork.
I don't know how it jumps up to my mind even if I didn't use it before but believe me many times, many words and English expressions randomly accumulate on my mind even if I don’t hear those words in any source but lately I find that all those word and expressions are English origin.
When I write any poem, I don't how the idea comes and has been envisaged up to my mind but it will be sequently followed image after image to the end, so I find the English language is easier to me than my mother language.
Yet I need more to learn and no doubt, I will find advantages on others writing's way.
I suggested you as a close friend I need him to be acquainted with especially on poetry.
Thanks

[angliholic]

Indeed, I am surprised to see all these poetry posts in one page.
I think impliedly you wanted my opinion in your writing.

Sure, what do you think of them? Garbage?

I am the man who never suppresses others' right wherever it is, whether on writing or in any field of knowledge.

Awesome


I see that you are excellent writer yet I have noticed in the forum, it maybe there is more but I don’t discover them or they give their mind away not to write.

Why do you think I'm an excellent writer?


Never mind, dear friend never mind
The expression I shared, you excellently changed for a "solid name."
The expression previously I mentioned in my reply, "spackle", it means; brand name for a quick-drying substance used for repairing plasterwork.
I don't know how it jumps up to my mind even if I didn't use it before but believe me many times, many words and English expressions randomly accumulate on my mind even if I don’t hear those words in any source but lately I find that all those word and expressions are English origin.
When I write any poem, I don't how the idea comes and has been envisaged up to my mind but it will be sequently followed image after image to the end, so I find the English language is easier to me than my mother language.
Yet I need more to learn and no doubt, I will find advantages on others writing's way.
I suggested you as a close friend I need him to be acquainted with especially on poetry.
Thanks
Sorry! I don't follow you here. Could you say it again in other words?



Thanks,Mohammad

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Sorry! I don't follow you here. Could you say it again in other words?
please don't write more comments or trying illustrate in opaque manner, it is just a courtesy
To follow or not follow this is your issue, omit it or consider it as nothing if you dislike

[angliholic]

Thanks, Mohammad
for your reply.
If you felt offended by my reply, please forgive me, for I meant no harm.

[angliholic]

You're a pretty poem
and I'd like
to read you fondly
in the serene morning
when you're most
enthralling
In the meanwhile
I won't feel frustrated
if you're constantly
and forever changing
like a kaleidoscope
for I know
the only thing
that won't change
is your true colors

[angliholic]

It was in the season
when daffodils
were in full bloom
that we came across
each other
Like two trails
once crossing each other
now you've gone
your way
and I mine
With the changing colors
of green leaves
my heart is fading away
little by little
It's been a long while
since I could dream of you
Now that
it's impossible
for us
to get together again
why not let our story
along with
the summer dream
be put down
on a page of poetry


~~Revised

[angliholic]

If this is
the last picture
I paint
it's not
a delightful bouquet
but the faint blush
on your cheek
If this is
the last poem
I write
it sure is your smile
that's pure
as a lily
by the lake shore
If there's something
I want to say
to you
on this cold and blue
Monday morning
It's not
how much
I love you
but how are you


Revised

[angliholic]

The previous cold front
lingered only a few days
Thank Heaven
for the mercy
the sun is shining
so brightly
for the time being
that people
strolling on the streets
are all smiles
though it's a bit windy
Yet I still feel inactive
and unwilling
to step outdoors
Maybe
you will guess
in the midwinter
there are no more flowers
swaying on the sidewalk
to warm the heart
I hate to admit it
but I really
miss those days
when your lips
were more charming
than all cherry blossoms

[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 string of melancholy
in the evening
Farewell my beauty
from the immemorial past
When the sun rises
tomorrow morning
l sincerely wish
you might be refreshing
as a blue water lily
after a shower of rain

[angliholic]

Please save your flowers
along with the applause
for those who
long for them most
I need to
maintain my composure
before I've climbed over
the highest mountain peak
before I've reached
my Shangri-La
I don't want to
get beside myself with joy
in this fool's paradise

[angliholic]

More often than not
I envy my neighbor
not because
the grass is greener
but because
what's worse
the flowers are always
more breathtaking
on the other side of the fence
Fortunately
I'm still under the illusion
that my poetry is always
more spellbinding

[angliholic]

Once in a while
I'd like to glide and fly
like an eagle
in the immense sky
I'm not taking an airplane
or a jet plane
Why
It's the wings
of my imagination
which enable me
to soar high
easy as eating a pie

[angliholic]

If life is nothing but a dream
why not paint it
on a winding stream
If love is a fleeting ecstasy
let's recite it
over an immense sea
If beauty is a joy
forever and ever
let's treasure it in our heart
like a wide-eyed boy

Revised

[angliholic]

Last summer
I should've left sooner
for a place
of serenity and peace
when the last poppy
after flowering
was about to wither
in the lush green pasture
I should've written a dirge
so mournful and beautiful
that it's sure to linger
on your lips forever
as well as in your soul
something so blue for you
to remember me by
for the rest of your life

[angliholic]

On the first day
of the new year 2015
people are stepping outside
in groups
toward the park
to readily embrace
the rare warm sunshine
in the relentless cold season
before flowers are budding
It's a pity
that I can't find your face
among them
But does it really matter
for simply
thinking of you
my heart turns warm at once
even in the deep of night
even if winter is dead

[angliholic]

On a gloomy morning
while I was wandering
along a lonely road
leading to the hustle and bustle
of a municipality
I looked into the distance
as far as I could
trying hard to
find out where my future was
but without muck luck
I felt so lost
I can't remember
whether I shed tears or not
for it was raining cats and dogs
at the miserable moment
Now it's a freezing cold evening
I raise my head
and gaze at the grey sky
trying hard to
search for my previous self
the young man
decades of years ago
but in vain
I feel so alone
that I really hope
it'll be pouring down with rain
in no time

[angliholic]

Sonny

Please don't ask me
whether or not
I've seen
the magnificence
of Taipei 101
as long as the forest
is forever green
in the mountain
and the water
is forever flowing
in the stream
of Formosa
I don't mind
whether I've ever been
to Rome or not

[angliholic]

The wind chime
hanging at the front door
is tingling
and my heart is echoing
with the soothing ringing
Yet I know
it's not so much the gentle wind
as your soft whisper of blessing
from afar
that swings the chime
and sends it jingling

[angliholic]

If life is too heavily
loaded with gemstones
for me to fly freely
or leisurely
up to the blue sky
I'd rather be
a wisp of smoke
having nothing
but elegant ethereality

[angliholic]

Simply love you
and don't ask me why
Love you like
little birds
love the carefree clouds
in the blue sky
Love you like
April showers
love May flowers
Love you like
if I am a snowman
in the Arctic permafrost
you're the sunshine


Revised

[angliholic]

Come along
When our love has grown
overwhelmingly sweet and fragrant
even a word is too redundant
Why not reap this memory of apple
with tear and smile
on our face
in the season of romance


Revised

[angliholic]

I'm a dewdrop
at dawn
waking up to the early
morning sunshine
that's caressing my face
and disturbing my sweet dream
While a ladybug
is scurrying for the shade
of a weeping willow
I feel like an idle cloud
wandering in the blue sky
catching a glimpse
of a yellow buttercup
that's 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 song
for a weather-worn vagabond
The minute the night's eyes
start to twinkle
I'll be like a shooting star
flying across the murky sky
shedding some light for
a lonely traveler


Revised

[angliholic]

No snow glistening
no sleigh bells jingling
from one January
to another January
Now I've learned
how to look for a bug here
and a worm there
in the field
like many
other little chickens do
though I still recall
as a fledgling
I always presumed
I'd take wing
in the near future
like a triumphant eagle
to a wonderland
in winter
when fully fledged

Revised

[angliholic]

Once I was a skylark
a spring skylark
enjoying singing
in a fool's paradise
forever flying and hovering
The white cloud
was my best friend
the azure sky
my sweet home
and my playing ground
Now I feel like a kite
without a string
free falling
from the Creator's grace
yet I dare not blame
the soft autumn breath
since it's the rosy colors
on your face
that I'm heavily
overwhelmed with


Revised