The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[NikolaiI]

I've been enjoying your poetry lately Angli - I really liked A Dewdrop at Dawn a great deal. There was a nice song playing, and it flowed musically. Thanks for sharing :)

[angliholic]

They say
by the alpine meadow
winter plums are blooming today
vibrant and amorous
as those dreamy lasses
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're sure
to open up our arms
to welcome the snowflakes
Though they may seem unpleasant
when falling on our heads
yet at least
people won't notice our grey hair
for the time being

Revised

[angliholic]

I love you
but to the whole world
or to you
do I have to announce it
with a trumpet
True love is something
that needn't be said
Like the sun
he's always there for you
giving you light and heat
but he never utters
l love you
When he must go away
at night
he doesn't want you
to miss him
but to sleep tight

[angliholic]

Some goats nearby
are grazing
the unwanted weeds
with great gusto
when I'm bewitched by
the winsome wildflowers
in a meadow
And in the distance
the sun is shining
casually
and fairly
on every living being

[Silas Thorne]

Your 'Unwanted Weeds' poem really says something to me. Thanks for keeping it real.

[angliholic]

Your 'Unwanted Weeds' poem really says something to me. Thanks for keeping it real.

Thanks, Silas, for your reply, but I wonder what this poem says to you. Care to share?

[angliholic]

Let it be
and let me
close the door
of this ancient store
After the evening glow
has gone
I wonder
whether songbirds
still remember
how to sing in tune
in the sky
grey and dull
Let it go
and let the snow fall
I don't have
anything more
to show
to the world

[angliholic]

Having hit the hay
for a long while
but here and now
I just can't fall asleep
I know so well
how to count my blessings
seeing
the freezing cold air
shivering
outside my window pane
while I'm lying inside
warm and comfortable
I feel ashamed
that I can't remember
when the last time was
that I looked up at the stars
in the night sky
and made a wish
for you
on the brightest star
So now I wish you
peace and joy
wherever you are
throughout time

[angliholic]

To wonder
why you were my carnation
is to hunt for an answer
why we came into existence
in this universe
In my vague memory
the first time
I saw you
you seemed to
have passed your prime
I can hardly reminisce a day
when you were pretty
as a carnation should be
though as always
you were gracious
and happy go lucky
Life is unfair
to everyone of us
seeing that
we were born to get old
get sick and then die
whether we like it or not
Nevertheless
it's more than hideous
to you
I can't help but inquire
the omnipotent
why he didn't do anything
when a humble being
has suffered a great deal
all her life
without happiness

[angliholic]

The night isn't young
any longer
and the weather getting
older and colder
Having put out the candle
and hit the sack
for a long while
yet I'm still busy
counting the sheep
in the darkness
I feel like a seed
buried in the mud
earnestly wishing
for the thawing of snow
but doubting
whether I'll be able to
sprout again
when another spring
comes along


Revised

[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
like a whimsical zephyr
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
there's a clear stream
flowing serenely by
day and night


Revised~~

[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 human beings
won't miss our singing
come next spring

[angliholic]

It's a rare sunny Saturday
in the wintertime
Sitting on a bench
in the park
I enjoy watching
blissful people
taking a stroll
in the sunshine
by ones and twos
but wonder why
they tried their utmost
to stay far away
from the same sunshine
in the summertime

[angliholic]

After this meal
the day's all but gone
in a daze
and nothing great
has been done
but what's the big deal
as there's always
another day
to make my hay
when the sun shines
no more
I'll simply
jot down my sorrow
on the seashore
come tomorrow

[angliholic]

I've always beamed
with joy
in my dream
I've always been a tiger
if not a winner
on my whim
but when I wake up
to the fact
that I'm just a caterpillar
or rather a born loser
I want to cry
but I find
I've lost the ability
to shed tears
To make matters worse
when I need rain most
there's been
a severe drought
for a long while
If it's the Almighty's will
to humble me
then I'm ready
to eat humble pie
and become pious

[angliholic]

Isn't a calm sea
heavenly
and soothing
Why must there be
once in a while
fatal tempests
above the sea
that destroy the peace
and why must there be
mysterious whirlpools
in the sea
which engulf vessels
and people
without mercy
If there has to be
someone
crying an ocean
by the sea
let it be me

[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 not 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 think of 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

[angliholic]

I ran across an old man
when eating my lunch
Though he's not as rich
as Bill Gates
not as eloquent
as Dr. King
and not as smart
as Albert Einstein
yet whenever I think of
his humble attitude
his simple words
and his sincere smile
I feel as if
the spring breeze
is blowing across my face
and therefore forget
it's still wintertime

[angliholic]

Thanks a million
Gusty Wind
for stopping growling
even before midnight
Now I think
I can lie down
and sleep tight
Nonetheless
faced with the huge waves
you stirred up
in the ocean of my heart
I simply have no idea
how to calm down
not to mention
reaching nirvana

[angliholic]

As a toddler
I was bewitched
by your enigmatic light
followed you
and hence
came to this foreign land
by accident
For all those years
I've always been bungling
and immature
as I haven't learned
how to read the emotions
of others
and the complicated rules
in this world
Come on
Firefly
fly back and take me
to the place
in the distant planet
where I belong
for I feel really out of place
at this very moment

[angliholic]

You left me just a few hours ago
which seemed ages and ages to me
Without you around
my mind is messy
as the disheveled hair
on the head of a hobo
People say
another cold front's on the way
I'm afraid
this world will become eventually
beyond hope
barren as the Arctic circle
with only winds
growling and howling
Don't ever leave me
my mistress
for you're my Muse
my inspiration
Only with your stroke of a genius
will I be capable of painting
in my poem
a meadow with countless wild flowers
on this freezing wilderness

Revised

[angliholic]

I hope one day
I can 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 the daffodil
to hide my blues away
perhaps I wouldn't consider
plunging into the water

Revised

[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
leading me
to a paradise of beauty
when it's still too chilly
for the spring blossoms to bud


Revised

[angliholic]

For a couple of days
the spring rain
has come back
from a long journey
and is lingering
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


Revised

[angliholic]

Without a reason
I dreamed of you again
last night
Without a reason
you lost your dear parents
as a kid
and never had a chance
to go to school
to learn how to read
yet your heart was pure
and beautiful as Mother Nature
Without a reason
you were full of love
when you had your family
though you were
a struggling farmer
all your life
Without a reason
you went to heaven
many years ago
yet I still come across you
once in a while
in my dreams

[angliholic]

If my poetry turns out to be
an ugly duckling
plain and agonizing
please kindly
dig a hole for me
and bury it gently
with some seeds
of forget-me-not
Maybe
they will germinate
in spring
growing up to be delightful
as soothing
as the light blue sky
in summer
and this world
will appear much better
Maybe not
then please be kind enough
to let me
keep daydreaming


Revised

[angliholic]

Just like the merry lark
having flown away
to a far-off land
no more singing in the sky
you're no longer
staying by my side
What's worse
at the park
there's nothing but coldness
of the weather
to keep company
with those leafless trees
And in between
our riotous laughter
our precious youth
has sneaked past us
together with
the beautiful Sunday

[angliholic]

Young as a caterpillar
you shouldn't wonder
whether people like you
or not
or what you will be
in the future
Instead
simply devote yourself
to digging in
to those lush green leaves
and getting as chubby
as can be
Sooner or later
it will dawn on people
that this world
is much more colorful
with your presence
when you transform yourself
into a butterfly

Revised

[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 warm summer 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 my humble clothes
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 intend to attract me
to spread your sweet memory
in the air
via my poetry
in the monotonous winter


Revised

[angliholic]

Oh, Motorcycle
you're like my uncle
in dashing so fast
that even time is left
far far behind
in the past
Running here one day
and rushing there
another day
you seem to be
second to none in racing
but will you ever
get somewhere
instead of ending
in the middle of nowhere
one day
when you have to
stop running
in the long run


Revised

[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


Revised

[angliholic]

Wearing a sombrero
of slate grey sky
in the winter
and walking along a street
with only the chilly wind
all the afternoon
I felt like a lonely caveman
living in the ice age
No sooner had I
started missing
those cheerful sunflowers
which bloomed fervently
on your smiling face
last summer
than
from you
my dear Nikita
I received a well-wishing card
which
you would never believe
did thaw the iceberg
in my heart
in no time

Revised

[angliholic]

If making a great fortune
means
having no choice
but to cut down a forest
or to step on others
I'd rather be as poor
as a hermit
living a simple way of life
than admire a billionaire
living in a magnificent mansion
and claiming
it's politically correct
for cannibals to eat people
if with fork and knife

[angliholic]

Thank you, little bird
for the sweet melody
you make for me
this morning
and for your company
while I'm weeding my garden
on this breezy day of spring
not too warm
and not too cold
Don't you agree
Nevertheless
happy hours seem to go by
more quickly
In the blink of an eye
it's almost high noon
and time to say goodbye
While I'm going home
to have my lunch
please make yourself
at home and
eat to your heart's content
those chemical free pests
that feed on my veggies
You're more than welcome
for you never enjoy
those fat worms
without rewarding me
with organic fertilizers

[angliholic]

Seeing pretty butterflies
flying and
dancing here and there
on the sunny street
all of a sudden
I sense
spring is coming
but I don't feel much
like singing this time
since I'm now in the autumn
of my life
elbowing my way
toward the ruthless winter
even though I still remember
I once promised myself
I wouldn't let spring
pass me by
so easily
when I was young
and silly as a puppy

[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]

Is it the spring rain
or just another cold front
that's drizzling
outside my window
However
does it really
make any difference
as long as
in my small town
there're still delicious
and various Chinese foods
that can keep me
staying alive
all the year round
after a tiring day
in my veggie garden
I don't really care
especially when
one has passed the age
of sweet dreams

[angliholic]

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's able
to read those clouds well
To raise us
she has tasted
all kinds of weathers
Nonetheless
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


Revised

[angliholic]

When I open wide my eyes
to search for my old hometown,
it seems as far
as the farthest star in a night sky,
and in a blink of an eye,
it's gone.
When I close my eyes,
it's right in front of me,
in the mind's eye,
appealing as a rural tapestry,
with boys running
with wind in a field,
girls playing
with water by a brook.
One day
when I eventually close my eyes
and never wake up,
I wonder
whether my green grass of home
will still exist
as well as this illusory universe.

Revised

[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]

When I vowed
I'd never be
a captive to your charm
I felt as calm
as a mirror pond
Yet when I see
a gentle breeze
lifting up those
enchanting pink petals
of peach blossoms
and throwing them onto
the still pond
hence my heart
starts rippling again


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]

When each bird flies softly by,
waving goodbye
to those piles of moody clouds,
sailing serenely
to a greener land,
and leaving me nothing
but lonesome blues.
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!


Revised

[angliholic]

It's the third day
of the Lunar New Year
supposed to be
the happiest time of the year
but I feel
there has seemed to be
a huge boulder
on my heart
since the first day
of this spring festival
I wonder
why I'm not as ethereal
as a wisp of smoke
as usual
and I'm trying hard
to find out the answer
to be again
that free and easy man
I used to be
Perhaps
I should blame it
on the seasonal depression
springtime as it's now

[angliholic]

Yesterday
the weather man said
the sky's going to cry tonight
till the next day
yet the sun will smile brightly
during the day
so I went to my garden
in the early morning
to soften the soil
and to let the sun
shine on and disinfect it
After I finished planting
some vegetables
in the evening
there wasn't much time
left for me to water them
before dark
not to mention the fact
that recently there had been
a shortage of water
Hardly had I got home
before I found
I had lost my depression
Maybe
it was because I was too busy
and too exhausted
to remember where I left it
Maybe
it was the sunshine
that had stolen it from me

[YesNo]

I liked how the sunshine stole the depression. The sun would probably not "sterilize" the soil but warm it.

[angliholic]

I liked how the sunshine stole the depression. The sun would probably not "sterilize" the soil but warm it.
Thanks, YesNo, for your reply and the correction.
I googled for the info and I found the correct way to say it is disinfect instead of sterilize. I'll use disinfect instead right now. Thanks again.

[angliholic]

Taking a walk
on the sidewalk
I catch a glimpse
of a small yellow flower
sticking out of a crack
and smiling quietly
all by herself
I feel very joyful
though I suppose
she's not so gorgeous
as Iris
and not so elegant
as Orchid
yet I know
the pretty romantic Rose
is not the one for me
for I'm just a nobody
like her
living in the middle
of nowhere

[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


Revised

[angliholic]

The distance between us
can be compared to something
like this
Supposing
you're a romantic cloud
born to wander forever
and ever
then I'm a small rippling river
lying by the meadow
with splashes of yellow
enjoy singing for you today
as well as tomorrow
Maybe
you're too far away
to appreciate my lovely melody
but I couldn't care less
as long as you once
and deeply
impressed a charming reflection
on my clear water surface


Revised

[angliholic]

Dear loved ones
I'm feeling terribly sorry
Others are so obedient
to their parents
grazing as much as they can
on the meadow
to make more fleeces
while I'm still setting
my affections
on the weeping willow
by the pond
the wandering cloud
in the blue sky
and the soothing stream
in the forest
I regret to admit
that I'm the black sheep
of the family
for I've owned anything
but an empire building

[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 human beings
won't miss our singing
come next spring

Revised

[angliholic]

In the refreshing morning
you're shining
like a tiny dew
in the garden
I'd turn myself
into a leaf of grass
for you to cling fondly to
if I could be with you
for even a fleeting moment
I know
you'll be gone
even before I wake up
from my hallucination
but I don't care
whether there's eternity
or not
as long as we once treasure
this casual encounter


Revised

[angliholic]

Once upon a time
in spring
azaleas were decorating
your campus
with a kaleidoscope
of new colors
At that time
you were most poetic
and enthusiastic
about those exotic lands
of romance
You once said that
you would write down
the most beauteous moments
in a book of poetry
one day
after you had traveled
like a Gypsy
to many far away places
Now the same azaleas
are blooming again
like young girls
in March
and you've come back
from a long journey
weather-beaten and worn-out
You're still sentimental
but passionate no more
How could you
create a piece of inspiration
seeing that
you've lost your passion

[angliholic]

When my heart was young
and my soul restless
I'd rather come across
a violent storm
once in a while
than live a simple life
as always
How could I see
at that time
facing storms was
no laughing matter
Isn't it a shame
that only in the sunset of life
and only in the wake
of numerous tears
do I truly wish to steer away
from any trouble
Now I don't mind
if I have to be humble
simply to be able to enjoy
peace and serenity

[angliholic]

By chance
I look out my window
from my place
in the late morning
I notice
and feel amazed
the trees are budding
on the outside
refreshing pretty and lovely
as a newborn baby
then it comes to mind
only last night
it was still raining
dark and wet and cold

[angliholic]

If we're born
and destined to roam
all our life
like 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 as short
as a joke
yet we'll turn it into eternity
in our sweet memory

(Revised)

[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
Not very far away
there's a little brook
rippling a sweet melody
on my behalf
If you happen to wonder
what I'm most worried about
then you'll see
it's you
that might get sad one day
and turn into tears
I'm not afraid
to get soaking wet
but I might miss you for ages
before running
into your reincarnation
once again


Revised

[angliholic]

When you were young
and enchanting as a flurry
of falling cherry blossoms
I was seriously blinded
in word and deed
at that time
How I wished
to be able to lie
under your dazzling spell
day and night
and never wake up
Now the dreamy days
have all passed away
No more charming petals left
but sweet cherry fruits
Maybe you're now reaping
a rich harvest
whereas I’m still lost
in the nostalgic past
under the tree

[angliholic]

A tiny pearl
is sure to glisten
more brightly
than a mountain
of sand
When there is
a mountain of sand
in a poem
how could we
expect the pearl
to shine through

[angliholic]

The last cold front
has confined me
to my small igloo
turning me into an Eskimo
for almost a week
I felt so freezing cold
that I forgot
there was once a season
named spring
As soon as the rain
lets up
I step outside
hearing the birds chirping
in the tree
and seeing the azaleas
are blooming
along the roadside
All of a sudden
I remember
it's already March
and time
for a sorrowful heart
to bloom

[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


Revised

[angliholic]

If you can't bring me flowers
this May
I won't feel surprised
and be disappointed
for last April
there were fewer rain showers
than usual
and I'm not worried
like me
this world is getting old too
nevertheless
I'm really concerned
I won't be able
to see pretty rainbows again
over your head

[angliholic]

So capricious are you
that you didn't show up
when I needed you most
in April
and I
along with some little flowers
have just survived
a prolonged
and deepening drought
in the long run
but now you're throwing us
a heavy wet blanket
in May
when all we want is nothing
but sunshine and smiles

[angliholic]

For no reason at all
you've been raining cats and dogs
for almost a week
and there is no sign
that you will be letting up soon
Well
you can have it your way
and keep raining
forever and ever
to your heart's content
I don't mind at all
Though I have no other place
to go
I can bury myself in the library
as always
reminiscing the good old days
and crying
crying for a beautiful tomorrow
of which I dare not dream

[angliholic]

On one April morning
while riding my bike
to the middle of nowhere
I smelt
the nostalgic spring breeze
meandering on the road
I felt alive
and rejuvenated
at once
and eager
to write down the feeling
but suddenly
I was aware that
though the breeze is still young
and refreshing
as a little girl
yet I had lost
my fervent summer
since a long time ago

[angliholic]

Since you assured me
the sun will rise tomorrow
I'd also like to promise you
the leaves
of those jasmines
in front of my little hut
will be greener
this coming summer
and their little white flowers
will be more fragrant
this year
and for many years to come
but it's a bit pity
that I can't promise you
we'll be able to stay young
forever and ever
to appreciate them

[angliholic]

Pretty Rea
Thanks for your kindness
Thank you
for often leaving no stone unturned
in praising my poems
even though most of them
are dull as dishwater
At least they are
when compared
with your heavenly beauty
I should count my blessings
for there is such a graceful lady
somewhere in this world
who cares a dime
about my lousy works
but once in a while
a whimsical thought may cross my mind
~~You're too Beauteous to be real
Perhaps
it's simply that
I've been having a sweet dream
If yes
please be nice
and don't wake my up

[angliholic]

The lovely pink lotus petals
along with
the fresh green pads
startle me
and remind me that
it's joyful June again
I shouldn't have taken the path
that leads me to
this vibrant lotus pond
Of course
I still savor the heady fragrance
but the young bride nearby
is no longer the one
I knew so well
a long long time ago

[NikolaiI]

Most beautiful

I truly have no words. . .

I read these from today's on up and they read like a beautiful prayer from nature.

[angliholic]

Most beautiful

I truly have no words. . .

I read these from today's on up and they read like a beautiful prayer from nature.
Thanks, Niko, for your beautiful reply which made my day. Did you refer to the poem "Lotus Pond in June?"

By the way, what did you mean by "today's on up?"

[angliholic]

Although it's early June
the burning sun outside
is sparing no effort
to warm
this indifferent heart
inside of me
which is getting poorer
and poorer
every second
The moment when you said
You had no words
after reading some dull poems
of mine
for they read like
a beautiful prayer from nature
to you
you made my day
and now
I feel inspired a bit
Perhaps
I should keep on scribbling
and wish
what seems to be
useless weeds
in my humble eyes
might turn into green oases
for some travelers
on hot and dry deserts

[angliholic]

It was just yesterday
when I was almost fretting
myself to death
about the sizzling hot weather
in June
and then this morning
I woke up to find
it was partly cloudy and pleasant
Better yet
it will be raining
any second now
according to weather forecast
Likewise
whenever I feel so hungry
that I could eat a horse
I'd choose to go to
an all-you-can-eat restaurant
and eat to my heart's content
Nevertheless
whenever I miss you
as the dry land is thirsty
for summer rain
where and how can I see you
to get rid of this sorrow
which is no different
from cancer
growing bigger and bigger

[angliholic]

Should I gaze long
at graceful you
or simply pick a pink rose
for you
It's really hard
to make a choice
The thorns may prick me
and hurt me
but your elegant face
will definitely
rob me of my poor soul
And I can assure you
there is absolutely no way
for me to redeem it
Therefore
I can't help but
let out a sigh
and stare up
at the blue sky
which brings out joy
but also the blues in me

[angliholic]

Late spring
is still beautiful
And it's more enthralling
especially
when it's raining
Take my advice
and take a walk
in the rain
with or
without an umbrella
leaving your lively
and exquisite silhouettes
here and there
on the flowery path
in the leafy woods
or in the green countryside
Never put it off
until the golden season
of shedding leaves
and sad tears
Maybe
we'll be endowed
with a most dazzling picture
during the time
of harvesting apples
But
in the meanwhile
we may also hear
just around the corner
the howling elegy
of a most barren winter

[NikolaiI]

Yes, I enjoyed that one most.

I meant, I read from the most recent on upward (on the page)

[angliholic]

Yes, I enjoyed that one most.

I meant, I read from the most recent on upward (on the page)
Thanks, Nikolai, for your kind reply.
Got it now and best regards

[angliholic]

If you're grieving
for the spring
that has sneaked away
without warning
with the one
you adore most
why not take in
the heavenly blues
when the day is still young
young as the one
you pine for most
you're sure
to ignore the blues
for many a century
when you're wrapped up
in their beauty

[angliholic]

It's Chinese cuisine
that feeds my hungry belly
every day
It's the beauty of nature
that fills my starving soul
every second
Somehow
there are just my lame excuses
to keep on living
on this boring
and mundane earth
Without your presence
nothing would enchant me
and no one would inspire me
to pick up a pen
and transform
my whimsical thoughts
into most atmospheric poetry

[angliholic]

It's not due to the approaching
of summer
but your leaving
at the wrong time
(in early June)
The heat wave
is becoming so spiteful
that my head's feeling dizzy
that I'm going crazy
not much different
from a drooping seedling
under the merciless sun
in the hot desert
longing for you
to shower me with summer rain
in the afternoon
to inspire me
to write a poem
wonderful as a delightful rainbow
which is sure to come
in the wake of your footsteps

[YesNo]

Nice poem about the muse with both the rain and the rainbow.

[angliholic]

Nice poem about the muse with both the rain and the rainbow.

Thanks, YesNo, for your kind feedback.

[angliholic]

If you insist to know
how much I love you
I'll be surely speechless
as the sky blue
above us
Supposing
you were a morning glory
in full bloom
I'd definitely be the green tree
you nestle up to
Just to catch a glimpse
of your violet blue
in the morning
I'm willing
to be entwined
a thousand times and more
by your tender arms

[angliholic]

Lucky you
for being able to expect
once in a while
a table
full of various delicacies
and in the meantime
relish the sunset glow
in the western sky
though it's been a long time
since you lost the rosy glow
Growing and frolicking
in the meadow
are the lovely daisies
waiting eagerly for you
to nourish
and to push them up
In spite of the fact that
you were once
no less pretty
than those young damsels

[angliholic]

My friend
I should've taken it
to the mountain
to visit with you
last year
before the season
of harvest
but
the long and winding path
discouraged me
from taking the trip
Now
it's getting more
and more scorching hot
in the city
and I'm missing
day and night
the pleasant shade
of the fresh green trees
near your place
Nonetheless
I still can't muster up
enough courage
to step outside
my comfortable zone
Hence
would you be kind
enough to tell me
whether
the small stream
over there
is still cool
with numerous little fish
swimming lively
here and there

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

While the heat wave
in mid June
is broiling good people
as if they were turkeys
on a barbecue grill
I'm taking a rest
in a pavilion
on a hilltop
feeling heavy-eyed
and lamenting
the drooping of pretty petals
in the city
They must be all fading
like beautiful creatures
with silky tresses
losing their rosy colors
on a steamy hot afternoon
However
in the distance
all sitting still
are the blue mountains
and saying nothing

[angliholic]

I had a sweet dream
last night
In the dream
you dropped me a hint
that you're going to grace
my homely garden
on this hot and lazy day
in mid June
Therefore
I got up early
in the morning
couldn't wait to see you
for I haven't heard from you
for ages
In the afternoon
I saw a sky full of dark clouds
being blown around
in the high wind
calling up memories of
your soft and silky long hair
And now
I can hear the moaning
of thunders
in the distance
though it's pitch black
outside
If it's you that are groaning
don't be afraid
and cry out loud
let your teardrops rolling down
all over this dryland
Otherwise
how could we expect
a fresh new world
come tomorrow morning
when the sun rises
in the east

[angliholic]

Since you went away
with April rain
my garden has virtually
turned into a wasteland
Empty bottles of brandy
are piling up
like a mountain
yet this sorrow of mine
is still lying
on the safety land
Excuse me
but could you lend me a smile
so that I could bury it
in a little while
in my barren land
And wish
it might grow into an oasis
of sunflowers
an ocean of tranquility
in the memory


~~Revised

[angliholic]

As I lay my head
upon your lap
I'm able
to see the carefree clouds
drifting high above
in the light blue sky
while the swans are swimming
in the lake nearby
Summer breeze is wafting
gently
your faint fragrance
onto my body
and blowing
your soft long hair
all over my face
I feel like I'm dreaming
and I'm willing
to dream my life away
this way
to lie here
for a thousand years
and more,
to let your tender green hands
touch me,
and cover me
with layers and layers
of your loving leaves,
till one day,
of you I'm a part.
Till death, do we never part!

[angliholic]

If graceful you
you're leaving tomorrow
I will definitely
feel great sorrow
and weep endlessly
but I won't do anything
to beg you to stay
but quietly
see you off
and wish you all the best
for I know
it's time for you
to move on
in your journey
with the sweet
and intoxicating hyacinth
after bringing scent
as well as color
to the spring garden

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

A crane
thin as a pole
stands alone
motionless
one foot
in a small brook
like a hunchbacked angler
and the rain
showing no sympathy
for her plight
simply
keeps drizzling
on her stained feathers
She must've been
fishing there
for the whole morning
but I can see
no fish in her beak
Her babies
at home
must've eaten nothing
but air
for several days
My feathered friend
don't you see
there is no fish
in this polluted stream
Why don't you fly
to a greener mountain
When I'm thinking out loud
it comes to mind
that I've also been
a bird without wings
for too long
that I forget
how to take off
and fly to my shangrila

[hadoanngoc]

If water were kisses, I'd send you a sea
If leaves were hugs, I'd send you a tree
If night was love, I'd send you a star
But i can't send you my heart cause that where you are

[angliholic]

If water were kisses, I'd send you a sea
If leaves were hugs, I'd send you a tree
If night was love, I'd send you a star
But i can't send you my heart cause that where you are
Thanks, hadoanngoc, for that atmospheric poem. The following is my version for you:


If water were kisses
I'd bring you an ocean
If leaves were romances
I'd send you a forest
If stars were wishes
I'd wish you a milky way
Nevertheless
I can't send you my heart
because
it's already gone away

[angliholic]

Could you tell me why
Why must a caterpillar
ruin a rosebud
so pleasant to the eye
Is it greed
or simply the green eye
that can't bear a beauty
more alluring
than a butterfly

[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 hit the road 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]

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've 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]

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]

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

[angliholic]

INVITINGLY BEAUTIFUL


A friend wrote the above
after reading a poem of mine
but I suppose
you're more worthy of the praise
especially when wearing blue
in the blooming season
in early summer
when it's getting boring hotter
and days are lazier
Though rising from the muck
you remain clean and pure
all your life
which only adds more sublime
to your grace
If my poetry would give off half
as much fragrance
as you do to this mundane world
and bring some joy to people
I don't mind
staying in a humble hut
rather than a mansion
as you always do in the mud

[angliholic]

If life is nothing
but a dream
let's draw it
on a winding stream
If love is a fleeting ecstasy
let's recite it
over an immense sea
If beauty is a joy
we treasure forever
we'll bury it
in our heart
like a flower in amber

[angliholic]

If you insist to know
how old I am
Well
to tell you the truth
my soul will be forever young
as a stream
in the early spring
though my looks could be old
as the old oak tree
in the song
Tie a Yellow Ribbon ...

[angliholic]

Yesterday
it was still a bud
and today
a full-blown blossom
What will become
of this delight
of yellow
come tomorrow
Let's drink a toast
to life
and get tipsy
for a blossom
will be
forever a beauty
when our minds
remain dizzy


Revised

[angliholic]

Sitting
under a shady Bodhi tree
I'm thinking
when June is still here
yet the zealous singing
of cicadas is getting
as annoying
as the blazing hot summer
why I've spent
the most precious moment
in life
lingering in the meadow
breathtakingly beautiful
with abundant wildflowers
dancing
in the spring breeze
and why I never realized
in the past
that one day
I would feel too giddy
from the summer heat
to be in the mood
for even a fantastic beauty

[angliholic]

I'm dying like the crops
in a dry and cracked field
during the drought
I've been waiting for you
for a long while
to show up
like waiting for my first love
as you've promised me
several times
but stand me up time
and again
When
in the long run
you quietly appear
I almost lose hope
Leaning listlessly
against a window
of the library
I watch you
sprinkling the water of life
on those lifeless trees
in the park nearby
and refreshing them
in no time
However
my mind is messy
as those people
frantically opening
their umbrellas and
hurrying across the streets
For the moment
I'm not sure
whether I should laugh
or shed tears
for I'm lost in thought

[angliholic]

Living like a green sapling
hidden deep in a valley
grappling daily
with the meaning of existing
I'm afraid
the world is forgetting
about me
or on the contrary
Who knows
Maybe
only a carefree cloud knows
yet I still have a pen
to write down my dream
every now and then
on a winding stream


Revised~~

[angliholic]

When young
as a curious puppy
I couldn't help but wonder
why you always
carried a shell
like a tower
on your shoulder
wherever you went
One day
when I grew up
all of a sudden
I became well aware
that I was also carrying
a makeshift shelter
on my back
in the immense universe
wherever I traveled
Let's get ready
The moment
when migrating birds
start
to take a seasonal journey
we'll fly north with them
Revised~~

[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
like a whimsical zephyr
I'm everywhere
except
at my own humble place
In case
I'm at home
my soul might be
still lingering
in a green mountain
where
a clear stream is flowing
serenely by
day and night


Revised

[angliholic]

You'll never know
whenever I miss you
I simply turn to gaze
admiringly
at the marigold
in my garden
shiny green
fragrant and pretty
young as you are
enjoying the sunshine
in late June
What if the sun
forgets to shine
this coming summer
I'm afraid
she
as well as your smile
won't flower
If you forget
to send me blessings
from the other side
of the world
once in a while
via the breeze
I'm afraid
my poetry won't fly
in the coming years

[angliholic]

The distance between us
seems as though
you're a pretty romantic cloud
born to wander
in the sky blue
forever and ever
and I'm a small rippling river
lying by a meadow
with bright splashes of yellow
willing to sing a song for you
today
as well as tomorrow
Maybe you're too far away
to hear my lovely melody
and I don't mind
you're living the life of a drifter
as long as you deeply
impressed your charming figure
once on my clear water
Revised

[Buh4Bee]

I still am enjoying your atmospheric poetry. It is uplifting to read daily.

[angliholic]

I still am enjoying your atmospheric poetry. It is uplifting to read daily.

Thanks, Buh, for your atmospheric feedback which made my day

[angliholic]

Why must spring
turn easily
into summer
when a pansy
young and pretty
longs to stay a bit longer
Why does my mind
tend to go blank
Why must spring
turn easily
into summer
when a pansy
young and pretty
longs to last a bit longer
Why does my mind
tend to go blank
when Muse
suddenly
weeps
on a beautiful
Sunday morning
If you're able to find me
a decent reason
I'll write a poem
dedicated to you
in the season
of tiger lily
blooming like crazy

[angliholic]

Can it be possible
that you're a rainbow
If not
why couldn't I come across you
when I miss you most
I'm a dry meadow
on a hot steamy afternoon
longing for cool showers
of blessings
falling from the heavens
If you really are
you'll surely refresh me
calm me down
and inspire me
with summer rain
before I have a chance
to witness
the most captivating overpass
in the sky

[angliholic]

Having lost the azure sky
to fighter planes
fewer and fewer
migratory birds
are able to find their way home
Having lost
the good lands and forests
to high rise buildings
our dear siblings
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]

The moment I lost you
hyacinths finished flowering
too
I had no words
but sigh
to say nothing
of bidding goodbye
What else is there
in life
for me
to wish for
Maybe
hydrangeas are lovely
but they belong
to the ardent sunlight
And
a Gerbera daisy
may be charming
as well as pretty
but
she's not the one for me

[angliholic]

Sigh ...
Why is the sun still rising
this morning
Wasn't it the end of the world
yesterday
when my heart broke
and hurt
as if
there were numerous
broken pieces of glass
inside this hollow body

[angliholic]

In spite of the fact
that I have ninety nine
yet I'm still feeling as lost
as the lost lamb
in the wilderness
I'd rather leave
what I own
and go after the miserable
than suffer with insomnia
in my comfort zone
Oh
Please
Heaven and Earth
May I ask
when will be the day
that my worry is relieved
when will be the moment
that I call together
my relatives and friends
and ask them
to rejoice with me
for I've found my lost one

[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 memories
like beautiful 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



~~Revised

[angliholic]

You said
you were busy packing
to catch the train
after dropping me a note
saying
"Admiringly beautiful!"
about the poem
I penned for you
And then
you left
in a hurry
like June leaving
with the spring
in a hurry
leaving endless days
of sweltering summer
for me to suffer
in July
Perhaps
it'll have been a thousand years
later
when one day
you decide to come back
and read this write
in another life

[angliholic]

All gone
are the good old days
with the wild geese
flying north
And however sullen
the weather might seem
today
it's all but done
Whether it'll be smiley
or stormy
the day after tomorrow
I'd rather not think about it
for I'm ready
to bury my head
in the pillow
come tomorrow

[angliholic]

Without a doubt
I'd love to see you
soaring high
and hovering freely
like a skylark
in the immense sky
But it gets beyond tolerance
only to imagine
you might lose control
and fall from the heavens
onto the ground
So should I tie a string
to your body
or simply keep you
from flying
in the beginning

[angliholic]

Our heavenly Father
I thank thee
for waking me up
early in the morning
to breathe the fresh air
and to see the sunshine
though the sorrow of yesterday
is still deeply rooted
in this poor heart of mine
Give me this day
my daily courage
so that
I could weather through
this horrible Monday blue

[angliholic]

You
by chance
tossed a forget-me-not
upon the mirror pond
of this heart
in late June
And afterwards
you simply breezed away
I guess
to a far off northern land
with the spring
And now
this poor broken piece
of mine
once peaceful and serene
is still rippling
and feeling fidgety
in the wake of
your unintentional error

[angliholic]

Sitting in the shade
of an eucalyptus
in the park
I rejoice
over cool summer breezes
for they simply keep blowing
The vibe is relaxing
this morning
except
for the numerous falling leaves
Like annoying flies
they simply keep coming close
Since it's impossible
to banish them all
The second
I make up my mind
to ignore them all
they start flying up and up
against the clear sky
like colorful butterflies

[angliholic]

When I step close
to the window
I'm pleasantly surprised
to find
it's been raining outside
for a while
I regret not having noticed it
a bit earlier
for it's a rare summer rain
mesmerizing and romantic
And there's no promise
how long it's gonna last
So let's hurry
and get ready
Angela
to walk in the summer rain
Never mind the umbrella
for
in the rain
you're forever pretty
with or without it

[angliholic]

The floating clouds
are my blurry memories
of years ago
when you were lovely
as the bud of a poppy
on the campus
I was amazed then
at your capacity
of analyzing my poetry
which was pretty naive
and lousy
for I was only an apprentice
struggling hard
to capture beauty
in a universe of fantasy
In the blink of an eye
you've transformed yourself
into a graceful fairy
Perhaps
it's purely a windfall
that I ran across you again
in this virtual world
for there's a typhoon
approaching
this charming Island
Hence
I enjoy
an unexpected holiday
to harvest this serendipity
brought by you
and to turn it into words
of tapestry

[Mickey6172004]

hELLO I KNOW THIS IS ABOUT POEM BUT DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COMPARE PATRICK GILMORE AND STEPHEN FOSTER?

[angliholic]

hELLO I KNOW THIS IS ABOUT POEM BUT DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COMPARE PATRICK GILMORE AND STEPHEN FOSTER?

But who are they?

[angliholic]

You were about to bloom
before you slipped and fell
during a storm
leaving a haunted garden
for me
to reminisce
about the unforgettable days
when I watered you
pampered you
and protected you
Now all the sweet fruits
I'd expected you to bear
in the past
have turned to ethereal smoke
I dare not blame
the high wind
or the heavy rain
that took your precious life
for your siblings
in the same family
are still alive
and kicking
After tears run dry
today
I have no choice but
to muster up enough courage
to struggle with sorrow
tomorrow

[angliholic]

Yesterday
I rejoiced
when I noticed
that you were in bud
so pure and sublime
that I never thought
you belonged
to this mundane earth
When I learned
today
you're sometimes troubled
by the weather
my heart hurt
like being pierced
by a stabber
I dare not
keep on thinking
what will become of you
when the day
after tomorrow
is eventually here
But
after seeing
an optimistic smile
shimmering on your face
I let out
a sigh of relief

[angliholic]

When we’re proliferating
in the veggie garden
farmers view us as uninvited
unwanted guests
and try every way possible
to banish us
from the eden
While in the desert
people're doing their utmost
to protect
and pamper us
simply because
we turn the fruitless
into an oasis
Whether people treasure us
or not
wherever we are
we’re the same green grass
as always

[angliholic]

East is not west
West is west
When you wake up
you may find a yellow rose
unfurling
in the refreshing morning
but you won't find
any traces of me
for I've gone
chasing the wild geese
in the evening glow
over the Pacific Ocean
Wish me luck
to catch one
and fly it all the way
across the Atlantic Ocean
to meet you there
in England

[angliholic]

I meant to send you
earlier today
a bunch of yellow roses
by air mail
but
on second thoughts
they might have spent
their vibrancy and fragrance
I worried
before even reaching
the English Channel
so I'm drawing a bouquet
instead
on this page of poetry
which will be delivered to you
in a minute
by way of email
Hopefully
it'll light up your face
and bring out a smile
more charming
than all the blossoms
in England

[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 good reason
to harvest
the rainbow-like
falling leaves
from the heavens


Revised

[angliholic]

The cicadas won't stop bawling
it's not
due to the heat waves
in July
but you that vanished
without a goodbye
Summer breezes
is still breezing
yet this lonely empty chamber
of mine
is sobbing
like a heart shaped leaf
fading and falling
from the green vine
simply
because you're missing

[tonywalt]

Good Stuff! Enjoyed!

[angliholic]

Good Stuff! Enjoyed!


Thanks, Tony,
But which poem did you refer to?

[angliholic]

Walking in the rain
alone
on this July afternoon
I hold 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 wish
the singing
and dancing rain
would wash away
my grief
together with the dust
and dirt
from those
darling green leaves

[angliholic]

Without your blessing
I'm nothing
more than a walking dead
I walk
but don't know
where I'm walking
I eat
but don't know
the flavors of food
I sleep
but don't know
what sweet dreams are
I write
but don't know
the meaning of my words

[angliholic]

If you
pick a pure white lily
for me
and place it
on the tomb
of my innocent youth
I'll write you
the last poem of romance
and bury it
in the tomb
along with
the bewitching mirage
of your mesmerism

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem for you
but I haven't sent it to you
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch of purple lavender
Although
we're half a world apart
you should've read the words
by now
for they're from the depths
of my heart

Revised

[angliholic]

Tired of living a life
of sparrows
gleaning grains
left in the field
here and there
by some reapers
chitchatting
about trivial matters
all day long
and killing life
without mercy
this way
I wish to fly away
some day
and high up
in the vast
and mysterious heavens
like carefree cranes
if not like
those magnificent eagles
Nevertheless
on second thought
I'm afraid
it might be too cold
up there
let alone lonesome

[angliholic]

All my life
I've enjoyed flying
like a migratory bird
I never thought
I'd get tired
both of and from flying
one day
for it was my joy
my freedom and my life
In the next life
if there is one
I wish
to be a piece of cloud
roaming in the sky
and seeing this fantastic world
in a carefree way
eternally
never getting old
not to mention
getting sick and lonesome
On the other hand
I'll be more than willing
and happy
to turn myself
into timely rains
the moment
when people need me

[angliholic]

It must've been windy
and rained heavily
last night
in late July
for I find
a rainbow of fallen leaves
in the morning
lying serenely
on the tree shaded street
I long to linger
a bit longer
like a butterfly
to admire the beauty
but alas
people around me
are in such a hurry
that I can't help flowing
with the wind
and let the beauty
of nature go unseen

[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 at a loss
when you're constantly
and forever changing
like a kaleidoscope
for I know
the only thing
that won't change
is the true colors of
your beauty


REvised

[angliholic]

What's lying ahead of me
How should I know
I'm anything but a prophet
Since life is foxy
I have no choice
but to be prepared
to be tough
as the wild grass
struggling
to grow in a barren field
instead of
a tender fragile strawberry
pampered
in the greenhouse

[angliholic]

Hiking up a hill
on a shaded lane
through the woods
on a late summer afternoon
I was feeling
the comfortable cool season
of falling leaves
was right around corner
though it was still smoking hot
in the city nearby
The higher I went
the more refreshing
the breeze was
and I was under the illusion
that I was returning
to the garden of Eden
It was so intoxicating
that I fell asleep
in the leafy shade
of some Banyan trees
Had it not been for the call
of some wild squirrels
I'd have missed
the evening glow
when I was walking
down the hill

[angliholic]

A beauty is a beauty
You're always pretty
no matter what petal
you put on your fantastic body
I have no word
whenever I feel your allure
In this mundane world
there's no flower
bringing me more joy
than you're acting coy

[angliholic]

When the sun is blazing
and the air is hot
you transform yourself
into a cool green parasol
for those homeless lady bugs
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 lingering
on my mind for too long

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

[angliholic]

In the blink of an eye
the midsummer night's dream
has disappeared
without trace
I wake up
and notice
the month of late summer
is quietly lying
in the waning sunshine
and I have a feeling
the pleasant season
when maple trees
are turning most colorful
and beautiful
is just around the corner
yet
when I look into the mirror
I find a total stranger
with a head of gray hair
sighing
feeling nostalgic
for a lost childhood

[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 window
as well as your heart
to feel
the golden hues
gradually
taking over
the green rice field
along with the forest
on the hill

[angliholic]

What a stormy day
It happens to be Saturday
Typhoon Soudelor
is roaring and howling outside
like a raging monster
Feeling extremely bored inside
Rainbow sister
I think of you
Whenever I feel blue
no one can make my day
but you
As a heavenly rainbow
you never grow old
However
I'm afraid
my life has been wasting away
during one day of foul weather
after another

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

I woke up
to a cool morning today,
hearing little birds
chirping a farewell tune.
So I guess
they're leaving
for the warmer south.
If only
I could travel with them,
I'd float like a fallen leaf
on a clear stream
to a far-off tropical island.
and gaze up at nothing
but those fluffy polar bears
sauntering high
above the blue sky.
When I'm tired and lazy
I'd gently close my eyes,
and quietly
daydream my life away.


Revised

[angliholic]

Innocent youth
is a misty sweet dream
in spring
It's as good as a disaster
to wake up
and find
tender green leaves
and the beautiful beloved
have both gone
while the maples
are still busy
painting the woods
yellow and distraught

[angliholic]

I thought
you had gone
a couple of weeks ago
when it was getting cooler
and kept raining
without end
My sky was so gray
wherever I went
that it seemed impossible
to predict where
the limit of sorrow was
But why
all of a sudden
you showed up this afternoon
without notice
while I was getting
used to the bleak streets
all by myself
and a world
without sunshine

[angliholic]

September again
and again
I think
I'm getting more faded than
those yellow trembling leaves
in the saddening autumn
I think
I'm not afraid
to float away any second
from this Alice wonderland
but I'm still getting
more and more distraught
for I've been worrying
I've left nothing
to honor my beloved ones

[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 window
as well as your heart
to feel
the golden hues
gradually
taking over
the green rice field
along with the forest
on the hill


~~Revised

[angliholic]

After I
by chance
raise the window shade
I'm overjoyed
to see
numerous light
as well as dark green leaves
are enjoying themselves
on some evergreen tree tops
and swaying
in early autumn breezes
In the far distance
some soft white clouds
like amiable old fellows
are sitting still
against the good old blue sky
and quietly
as I do
Maybe
in a thousand years
this peaceful scene
will remain the same
but it will be another guy
sitting where I am
and meditating
on the meaning
of life and this world

[angliholic]

Thanks to
the sentimental season
my heart was getting stone colder
and colder
Bright sunny days
were all but gone
How could I
survive the coming cold weather
without flowers
but only falling leaves
after falling leaves
falling like snowflakes
at the North Pole
The moment
you sent a friend request
to me
saying
you liked my poetry
you turned not only
maple leaves to flame
but also
this poor heart of mine
But please forgive me
for calling a spade a spade
Forget about the silly question
Who cares
how old this good old earth is
as long as we
still enjoy this lukewarm autumn
to the full
Maybe
soon we'd forget about
the icy old man
will be around the corner
in the long run

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

When autumn is also drunk
with the sweet golden wine
of the setting sun
and lying down
under the flame maple trees
a smirking wind nearby
a witness to all this
starts laughing
swirling
a wood of falling leaves
into a shower
of flying colorful confetti



Revised

[YesNo]

Nice description of the wind blowing up leaves as confetti falling.

[angliholic]

Nice description of the wind blowing up leaves as confetti falling.

Thanks, YesNo, for your kind comment.

[angliholic]

I've begged
the autumn breeze
time and again
to knock at your door
as well as your window
on my behalf
yet there's no response
as always
The leaves are falling
like crazy
and I'm leaving
for I can't bear
to imagine one day
all the lush green trees
may turn bare
I'm leaving
for I hate to see
the serene blue sky
is turning grey

[angliholic]

When the wind blows
there is no need
imploring me to stay
for I'm floating away
like a puff of cloud
in no time
When the wind blows
I'll leave
the beautiful sky
and the flowery meadow
for you
for I know
in the long run
I was doomed to live
the life of a lone wolf
from the start

[angliholic]

Before you left
I never thought
I'd miss you so much
that I turned myself into a tin man
totally incapable
of recalling
where I lost my heart
and my soul
How come
I never kept an eye
on the most graceful daisy
when it was here
shining like the day's eye
Maybe
it was my fault
to take it for granted
that a carnation should be smiling
even in winter
let alone in summer
Now
it's about time
to utter the word
but I feel far too ashamed
in your presence

[angliholic]

I was pleasantly surprised
to find
the humble house was lighted again
just a few meters
before I got home
I foolishly presumed
it was you
that had come home
But
on second thought
at this late hour of night
it seemed next to impossible
When I opened the door
I felt so lost and alone
In fact
it was I that had forgotten
to turn off the light
before going to work
How come
I never appreciated
the same heartwarming light
that you had shone
in my gloomy room
until you no more waited there
for me

[angliholic]

If we're destined
to roam
all our life
like floating duck weeds
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 seem short
as a joke
yet it sure is as long
as eternity
in our sweet memory

[angliholic]

If your beauty
is a rainbow after the rain
let me bear the pain
in the rain
If you're a butterfly
in graceful 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]

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

[angliholic]

I'm feeling blissful
this morning
It's not because
it's raining and cold outside
but
because I have you
in the depth of my heart
I can keep smiling
wherever I go
It's not that
the sky is gloomy gray
today
but
that I'm missing you
no matter where I am
I'm still able to laugh heartily
It's not because
the season of flowers
has long gone
but because
I truly care about you

[angliholic]

Why have I been so unenlightened
that I haven't planted
an ocean of sunflowers
on the inside
of this melancholic heart
There may be
once in a while
thunderstorms on earth
but they're gone without fail
sooner than later
as those floating clouds
vanish in the sky
before you know it
Why am I so dumb
that I keep forgetting
to close both of my eyes
so as to be able to take a look
at those cheerful smiles
with the mind's eye
when in deep despair

[angliholic]

In spite of the fact
that late autumn
has thrown
the memory of summer
into the shade
yet today
the sun smiles brightly
all the same
and warmly
on this evergreen island
with a tropical climate
But
it's strange
that I'm still lukewarm
once in a while
and feel like crying
instead of singing
Perhaps
I haven't learned
how to get along well
with foul days
Perhaps
it's time
to love them
better than fair days

[angliholic]

Whose hand is it
that has sneakingly
opened the book of life
to the page
of gloomy November
After the story of love
has passed its prime
what else is left
to rhyme
Like a wandering rover
having gambled away
all but his precious time
I'm hesitating
to venture out again
on the thin ice
at this time of the year
when the merciless winter
on the outside
is ambushing
like a fierce polar bear
far and near

[angliholic]

If it's likely
to drown worry
in whisky
I'd have drowned it
a thousand of years ago
If there's a way
to assassinate sorrow
I won't have to
wait until tomorrow
to murder it

[angliholic]

Though roses are red
and pretty
and if you happen
to be a rose too
I'm afraid
I can't love you
any more
I'm sorry
to have to say so
It's not because
you may be thorny
but because
you're beautiful
only in a greenhouse
whereas I'm only alive
and kicking
in nature
Perhaps
I should set my affections
more on weeds
for it may bring tears
to my eyes
to see a rose
become feeble and wilt
in the wild

[angliholic]

Isn't it funny
When you're not here
I yearn greatly
for the sweetness
of apples
Nevertheless
why do I seldom notice
those two red apples
on your rosy cheeks
when you're here
with me
Isn't it more funny

[angliholic]

Isn't it funny
When you're not here
I wander lonely
on the street
like a forlorn dog
feeling depressed
as if the heavens
are falling down
and yearning greatly
for the sweetness
of apples
Nevertheless
isn't it more funny
When you're here
with me
why do I seldom notice
those two red apples
on your rosy cheeks
and quarrel easily
with you
over trivial matters

[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 the misty glass
Likewise
you'll remain forever young
and pretty
in my watery eyes

[angliholic]

The woman whom
I quarreled most often with
has fallen sound asleep
beside me
I bet
she'll never know
she's also the one
that I care about most
in my life
Maybe
it's time to learn
to stop complaining
about the weather
even though it shows
how much
I'm really concerned
Maybe
I should learn
to embrace bad weather
as well
since I don't have a way
to change it

[angliholic]

Unwittingly
it's late November
yet
those trees
that are lining both sides
of the street
are still green and thriving
If the northeast seasonal winds
are reluctant to show up
then leaves won't change color
and there won't be an autumn
lyrical as a poem
beautiful as a painting
I can imagine
you too
in a far distant place
can't wait
to put on your autumn best
bright and colorful
as those falling leaves
before the blues eventually
dominate this world

[angliholic]

I don't mind
who owns the tallest skyscraper
in the world
as long as
I'm still able to see
through my window
a tiny piece of blue sky
once in a while
Why must I care
who invented the aircraft carrier
as long as
there's still plenty of room
for mermaids
to swim leisurely
and joyfully
in the ocean

[angliholic]

This morning
it was nice and pleasant
I supposed
the day would be
definitely
as sunny as your smile
yet it began drizzling
near noon
So I had no option
but to change my mind
and presumed
it'd be sobbing
for the rest
of the day
Yet
it starts smiling
again
towards the evening

[angliholic]

After having a stroll
in the morning
on the lush green campus
I take a seat
on a long bench
under a shady banyan tree
by a pond
The sunshine
along with the breeze
in late autumn
is so mindful of others
that I feel extremely calm
and peaceful
despite the fact
that they're a bit old
and weary as I am

[angliholic]

Please save your flowers
along with the applause
for those
who long for them most
I need to
maintain my composure
before I arrive
at the top of Mount Everest
before I reach
my Shangri-La
I don't want to
get beside myself with joy
in this fool's paradise

[angliholic]

Seeing that May Lily
has disappeared
with our lady's tears
I suppose
I'm no more able
to recollect
any more beautiful story
to share
in the depth of autumn
with this world
except for those golden reeds
waving and rustling
in the wind
all over the hills
while the sun is setting
in the west

[angliholic]

Where have they all gone
those wild flowers
in the field
once smiling
innocently at the sun
once dancing
cheerfully
in the summer breeze
and once bringing
to me
the best gift
this paradise has
Now
wherever I go
the sight
that meet my eyes
is yellow dry reeds
Even the corn plants
in the distance
look like withered grass
to my eye

[angliholic]

I should've stepped outside
a while ago
to take a stroll
in the park
and to relish
at the same time
the charms of the evening glow
Now it's getting darker
and darker
It seems
only a few seconds ago
that I got up
with the rising sun

Why should I have let today
pass me by so leisurely
before I strike gold
before I come up
with a stroke of genius
and turn it into a masterpiece

Perhaps
there's always tomorrow
but I dare not promise
I won't walk with sorrow
when today becomes history

[angliholic]

It's foggy
and gloomy today
Needless to say
it's giving me
a feeling
of profound melancholy
Where it not for
the cheerful smiles
of little daisies
that I run across
in the park
nothing else
I suppose
would save me
from all the blues
What's more beautiful
I'm able
to go near them
smell them
and linger among them
without feeling shy
or speechless

[angliholic]

It's Saturday again
and another week's gone by
I've been dreaming
dreaming one day
of hitting the jackpot
but my dream's always flying
flying in the air
and turning itself
into a wisp of smoke

Perhaps
I should learn
to be more practical
stop writing
and start buying
lottery tickets

On the other hand
if wordsmiths are destined
to lead a humble life
like a forest
offering abundant fresh air
and infinite beauty
to this mundane world
without asking
for anything
in return
then I'm willing
to be one of the trees

[YesNo]

For what it's worth, I've never won a lottery ticket. Of course I don't buy them. Being one of the trees seems like a valuable consolation prize.

[angliholic]

For what it's worth, I've never won a lottery ticket. Of course I don't buy them. Being one of the trees seems like a valuable consolation prize.
Thanks YesNo for dropping by. We've been lucky and safe for not having hit a jackpot. We still retain our sanity and that's why we're lucky.

[angliholic]

When the golden rice paddies
in my small town
have been changing
one by one
into high rising buildings
I can't help but wonder
wonder why I haven't left
left for a place
where there're fewer cars
but more stars
in the night sky
When the little trees
along the winding stream
in my small town
have been vanishing
I can't help thinking
thinking out loud
It's time for me to move
move to a village
where there're fewer chimneys
yet more green
in the remote valleys

[angliholic]

It's been a while
since the last time
it drizzled
Walking
on the misty campus path
on the way home
suddenly
I feel extremely
blissful
on this peaceful morning
because
I think to myself
I'm not running a race
against the clock
or the whole world
Maybe
There're still
numerous diligent people
somewhere
making every effort
simply to keep up
with the Joneses
while I'm strolling
at my own pace
ignoring
the hustle and bustle
of this planet
and taking my time

[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 go into deep hibernation
in my hidey-hole
and forget about
the annoying rustle
of the cold winds
I hope
in the season
of melting snow
I'll wake up
in time
to watch again
the pretty flower seeds
germinate


Revised

[angliholic]

In the late autumn
all I want
is merely a golden afternoon
so that
I could wander
like a small river
through a beautiful stretch
of countryside
Therefore
I beg you
to do me a small favor
Never mess up
the clear stream
that's winding along my dream
that's lively with minnows
and little shrimps
What else on earth
should I set my fancy on
without them

[angliholic]

My beloved
Come and
let me hold your hand
that little cold hand of yours
when the late autumn sunshine
is still warm
for I'm going to take you
to the countryside
to the field
that's lively
with dancing Persian daisies
I don't mind at all
whether you're still charming
as those dazzling lasses
as long as you're still all smiles
my love for you
will be everlasting
as those shining day's eyes

[angliholic]

Another December solstice
has passed
with the last sunshine
of late autumn
disappearing
from the golden landscape
Another new year
is coming
with the wintry storm
looming around the corner
The letters you wrote
to me
in the past
have all but turned
into pleasant memories today
I wish too
this note
I'm now writing to you
would become
a reminiscent poem
as fabulous
as a winter wonderland
in the far future

[angliholic]

When I woke up from a nap
to find
the sun was hiding behind a gray cloud
in the gloomy sky
I couldn't believe
my gleeful day was just gone
without a trace
Soon
it began sprinkling
and getting cold and wet
I had planned
to take a carefree walk
in the park
to sit for a while
on a bench
and to meditate
on the beauty
of the lingering late autumn
Now
where should I
search for the cheerful sunshine
that had been here
all the golden morning

[angliholic]

Last Christmas
I should've known better
than to wish you
forever young and pretty
as a fresh red rose
In reality
inside
I was then in great despair
as the bleak weather
outside
for I was clearly aware
a spent rose
can't be unspent
Therefore
I wish you
on this Christmas day
forever young at heart
which shall never grow old
which shall bring
endless joy to this world

[angliholic]

I was fully aware
thousands of years ago
I'm not cut out for a pillar
or to be a hero
At best
being an evergreen vine
and that's my greatest yearning
Be it freezing cold
or blazing hot outside
I'm always on duty
and quietly green the world
around me

[angliholic]

For the filthy rich
in the crowded bustling city
I'm simply useless
and dispensable
as a ladybug
I might just as well
make up my mind
and fly to a humble village
where poor
yet optimistic people
have been used to viewing me
as a street lamp
that lights up their lanes
at darkest nights

[angliholic]

Having spent light years
in meditating
on the meaning of life
I'm now able
eventually
to be free
from pain and worry
However
at the thought
of your sweet smile
and the bittersweet memory
you left
along the road
of my journey
I can't help
but fall
all on a sudden
back to the delusive world

[angliholic]

No more sentimental
and melancholic
though swans are singing
their beautiful yet mournful song
though the golden autumn
is finally bidding adieu
to the warm days as well as me
Ever since it dawned on me
that bare trees on a bleak day
in the depth of winter
could be something enthralling
and agreeable
I've been no longer
the guy
that used to be crying
while all the good times in life
were passing me by

[angliholic]

Happy New Year

Happy new year to all
though most of you aren't around
this pretty island
where I dwell
Wish you
be enlightened sooner than later
so as to enjoy your days
whether the weather
is good or bad
Wish you
enjoy your life
whether you
have a well-paid job or not

[angliholic]

Once upon a time
when trees were budding
and birds singing
like a ball free falling
from the top of Mount Everest
I kept sinking
sinking into the abyss of despair
Until it hit the ground
there seemed no way
to bounce up
however hard I tried
and whatever I did
After getting my head above water
in the long run
I see no flowers swinging
in a bleak landscape
or birds flying
in a gloomy sky
Looking back on the mishap
I've got nothing
to complain of
I would've been drowned
hadn't I been lucky enough

[angliholic]

How silly I was
to have supposed
not long ago
that I'd be eternally immune
to emotional pain
as a spiritually awakened being
Now that the woman
I care about most
is constantly turning her cold shoulder
to my sincere smiles
it springs to mind
I saw a field of Persian daisies
by chance
in the countryside
this afternoon
and was wondering why
they were still amazingly
delightful and lovely
in the coldest season
without a bee or butterfly
flying nearby
Now I see
they might've been waiting for me
for a long while
since they could predict
I guess
sooner or later
I'd find comfort there
for they're as good
as those innocent country lasses
I may well bury my sadness
in their soothing beauty
until spring finally graces

[angliholic]

Though it's still sprinkling
out of a murky and cold sky
I'm deeply grateful
to be capable of bringing
in the long run
a smile on your face
which is my everlasting bliss
my precious sunshine
in foul weather
I'm willing
to forsake the title
of poet laureate
simply to live at peace with you
Just as a ship is at the mercy
of a storm
so my three meals
and my destiny are entirely
at your mercy

[angliholic]

Why must I hit the road
whenever it's raining
I'll never understand
just as you'll never understand
why we're experiencing
this bleak weather
on this pretty island

Why do I feel most reluctant
to part with you
whenever I must walk out your door
you'll never understand
just as I'll never understand
why all good shows
must come to an end

[angliholic]

During the wee hours
of the morning
I was awakened by the rumbling noise
of cars in the street
Unable to fall asleep once more
I found myself sinking
deep into thought
Before I knew it
it was dawn
It came to mind
abruptly
why there was no more birds
that used to be singing in the trees
After a few minutes
the chilly air
the pattering drizzle
and the sternness of the surroundings
all pointed out to me
that it was still in the depth
of the harsh barren season
I felt extremely uncomfortable
but I thought to myself~~

If I'm unwilling to wait patiently
to survive this hopeless eternity
how should I regain the spring paradise
in the fullness of time

[angliholic]

I'm laying down
a bouquet of yellow roses
by your door
simply because
I've run out of the red ones
and the apologies

Now that
I've learned my lesson well~~
It's no use crying
over spilt milk
as well as an affection
that's faded
I have no option but
to leave you
and wander alone
like a homeless rover
to wherever
a ruthless wind may blow me

My humble wish
if there were still one left for me
is to be lucky enough
to end up in a field of poppies
so that I could
take a long rest in peace

[angliholic]

Like an absent minded cat
missing the lovely mermaid
that's swimming under a frozen river
in fruitless winter
I'm missing you
in a snow capped mountain
thinking of you
as a cheerful sunflower
in the passionate season

[angliholic]

The first time
a friend on facebook
after reading some scribbles
of mine
dubbed me a genius of poetry
I did feel the rapture of joy
like a school boy
about to set off on a far journey
Yet now
once in a while
there are still a gentle soul
or two
who graciously endow me
with the title
Perhaps
I've been so used to it
that I forget
it's no different
from a rare glimpse of sunlight
during the dormant season
Perhaps
I'm just another rain man
who can never learn
how to read the foul weather
on others' face
feeling lonely and out of place
everywhere I am

[angliholic]

Last night
a heavy rain fell pattering
upon the leaves and my window
I blissfully thought
it was you
that were knocking
at my door
I was flabbergasted
that you were coming back
so soon
even sooner than the spring
I frantically opened the door
yet found nothing outside
but a lonely lamp post
blown awry by a bleakest wind
on a darkest night

[angliholic]

It's a long road
that eventually has no turning
The instant it stops raining
I'm sure
you'll be laughing
It's an eternal winter
when there's no hope for spring
in the end
Once the sun starts shining
I bet
you'll be flying

[angliholic]

Under the rhythm of the rain
last night
I fell in a daze
into the dreamland again
as I did repeatedly
on many a rainy night
in the past
In spite of the fact
that I woke up
early in the morning
I wasn't yet awakened
as usual

Not catching sight
of an enlightened master
in front of me
I felt much more befuddled

[angliholic]

You're sadly sobbing
all of a sudden
without rhyme or reason
like raining cats and dogs
this morning
Wasn't it reported yesterday
that you're going to shine
for many a day
to come
After many an autumn
have slipped away
you're still lucky
to remain everlasting
yet fickle
as a young love at play

[angliholic]

When idling around
in the picturesque countryside
at the age of a puppy
I never thought
I'd grow old and lethargic
for I was deeply convinced
I'd fly gracefully like a swan
sooner or later
A myth can seem both appealing
and satisfying
until the minute it's exploded
Now ages have passed
suddenly
I become conscious
I'm more like an ugly duckling
I never learn how to fly
but do grow gray hair
along with innumerable troubles

[angliholic]

Supposing a good poem
can be compared to a pretty girl
then without doubt
you're the prettiest poem
I've ever read
I fell head over heels
in love with you
at first sight
Now the more I read you
the more I'm attached to you
and your profound fragrance
I have no opportunity
but to commit you
to my memory
in case
you might leave me one day
without bidding me adieu

[angliholic]

In case that
you'd like to be a pink daisy
bashful in a vase
the focus of all eyes
even prettier than Rosemary
I'm much satisfied
with being a green leaf
beside you
to serve as a foil
to your sublime grace
seeing that
it's next to impossible
to steal the spotlight from you

[angliholic]

When waking up
to a serene morning
I almost forgot
those chilly winds
along with the heavy winter rain
last night
while I was snuggling cozily
under the quilt
and thinking
the dead of winter
was eventually here to stay

[angliholic]

In view of being
just a humble weed
I know
how to count my blessing
I regard myself as lucky
for I don't need to be
constantly
under the burden
of transforming myself
into the tallest tree
in the field
where I live
a simple and peaceful life

[angliholic]

Let it be
and let me close the door
of this ancient poetry store
After the evening glow has gone
I wonder
whether songbirds still remember
how to sing their song
in tune
in a sky grey and dull
Let it go
and let the snow fall
I don't have anything beautiful
to show the world


Revised

[angliholic]

You're not so gorgeous
as a rose
but I love you
none the less
While the whole world
is rushing for Mary or gold
I still prefer to stay with you
not because
you're never envious
but because
you're pristine
in essence
giving off a faint fragrance
on your own
in an obscure garden
having long been forgotten
by the world

[angliholic]

On the journey
to the paradise on earth
I enjoy making a detour
and therefore
I've stepped onto many a secluded lane
One day when I woke up to see
most of my peers
had reached their comfort zone
and enjoyed an easy life
at home
whereas I was still stuck
in the middle of nowhere
I felt much puzzled
as to whether to blame
the annoying city hustle and bustle
or the flowers and the trees
in the wilderness
that had cast a spell on me

[angliholic]

It's been freezing cold
for a couple of days
in the meantime
I kept praying for warmer days
until a moment ago
when I was having my breakfast
Immediately
it came to mind
since I could enjoy all types of food
be it sour or spicy
Why should I be so picky
about weather
From that second on
I wasn't waiting for sweet days
any longer
but appreciating bitter weather
at the moment

[angliholic]

When the cold spell
is in full swing
I'm hiding in my shabby den
but this time
I'm neither yearning
for the summer time
nor missing the smiling flowers
in a sunny meadow
as I used to do
Instead
I'm quite enjoying
a long and satisfying hibernation
just as chipmunks do
in their burrow
and listening
to the intoxicating rhythm
of the winter rain
jingling on the glass canopy

[angliholic]

Once you were young and fair
as the clear water
flowing in a valley stream
and I was strong and handsome
as a green mountain
I was deeply convinced
I was invincible as the rising sun
and the rosy glow
on your cheeks would never disappear
Now that
the water's getting cold
and the mountain white and old
Without a doubt
we've been playing a losing game
all our life
or fighting a losing battle
whatever you may call it
Little wonder
we were both crying at birth
I guess
we must have been reluctant
to come into existence in this world
Such being the case
we might just as well
start smiling
from now on
because we'll make our adieus
as soon as the unfair game's over

[angliholic]

Although it's been raining
for almost a week
this worst ever cold spell
shows no sign of retreating
putting us to great inconvenience
yet I still remain radiant
believing
the coldness is reducing
the number of pests
and the rain's waking up Nature
from its deep slumber

[angliholic]

It's been snowing
for a few days
in the mountain areas
in your place
I know
and thanks
for the inviting photo
you sent to me
in which
gentle snowflakes floating
gracefully
in the woods
look sublimely romantic
and poetic
as you are always
but I'd rather stay
in the city
for the tree lane can be
equally treacherous
and risky
when covered in snow

[angliholic]

Given that
there're tons of delicacies
in the night market
near my place
it's a terrible ordeal
to skip dinner
especially
when I feel hungry
enough to eat a horse
when I'm not short for money
However
after I ponder
how an overloaded airplane
could take off smoothly
and land elegantly
I think twice before I dig in

[angliholic]

Flowers are most enthralling
when they're blooming
yet they're spent
before you know it
To the best of my knowledge
we're no more perfect
than this world
The errors we made
on impulse
when young
have turned out to be
eternal tears of sorrow
Nonetheless
as long as we're still breathing
we have to let go
of our past frivolousness
and foolishness
We have to forgive ourselves
if you and I are longing to
turn over a new leaf

[angliholic]

Once upon a time
I was a small mediocre shrub
never appreciative
of being insignificant
until one day
I saw a tall tree
colossal and magnificent
being pulled up by the roots
by a storm

[angliholic]

Before a fierce cold front
is going to hit the land
the weather station
always warns in advance
so that
people have enough time
to take cover
in a warmer place
In contrast
it's so unfair of you
to storm me
every time
out of blind impulse
that I fall an easy victim
to your sentimentalism

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem for you
haven't sent it though
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch of purple lavender
Though you're half a world away
yet are words the only way
to convey deep affection
if you're a soul mate of mine


Revised

[angliholic]

Once upon a spring
you were a young poppy
enigmatic and outstanding
in a green field
and I an unsophisticated bee
dreamily
beguiled by your beauty
so naive
as to believe
there would be no winter
on earth
as long as we fell in love
with each other
and stuck together
Now where should I retrieve
my poppy love
in a snow covered field

[angliholic]

There was once a nightingale
who often flew to my backyard
where there were lush green trees
and refreshing air
I liked her
but never disturbed her
when she was singing joyfully
and melodiously
One night
when I was alone
feeling lonely
she happened to be creating
exquisite sounds there
I couldn't help myself
and burst out
"I adore your enchanting voice
and your beauty
Please don't ever leave me"
The next morning
she was nowhere to be found

[angliholic]

Where have you gone
Come back tonight, will you
Do you still remember
those most famous lines
you once wrote
"All great minds have been lonely
since ancient times
Only those who drink
will leave their good fame behind"
So stupid was I
that I couldn't grasp the true meaning
until now
until my hair all but turn grey
I'm not an expert at alcohol or wine
but on this lonely winter night
I'd like to invite you
enthusiastically and sincerely
to get head over heels drunk
fall asleep eternally
and wake up no longer
so that we might forget this sorrow
of the universe forever

[angliholic]

Alcohol tastes bitter
but life seems even more bitter
That's why people are ready
to get intoxicated
when there're brandy or whisky
Roses are thorny
but why do I need you
like crazy
From time to time
as for me
being pricked is much better
than being lonely

[angliholic]

I never knew
you could be the string
and I was the kite
that you securely tied to
Without you
I keep falling
falling from the sky
I'm not a prophet
how should I know
you could be the wing
Without you
I simply keep falling
like a bird with only one wing
falling from the sky
I never dreamed
that you were the sunshine
Now you're gone
raindrops simply keep falling
falling from the sky
like my teardrops
falling in the cold season

[angliholic]

You've built a palace
to be more precise
a cobweb
in a field of poppies
You're more bewitching
to be honest
than all the young lasses
in red
Now that
I've responded to your
unmistakable invitation
and come
all the way
before your castle
only to meet
with a closed door
If you don't intend
to let me in
why bother growing
those inviting flowers

[angliholic]

Not having seen you
for a long time
I'm missing you
and more the grassy creek
in front of your home
where we used to frolic
sing and swim
I wonder
whether it has been clogged
with fallen leaves
It's been ages
since the last time
I cleaned it up with a hoe

[angliholic]

After many a day
of cold and wet weather
the sun's finally willing to appear
just one day
before Chinese Near Year
all the kids are more than happy
to come out to play
in the school yard
If you're a pretty bud
ready to be in full bloom
and in full swing
then you don't have to worry
it'll be a spring
without a butterfly or bee

[angliholic]

Once upon a time
due to living in a dream
I often visioned
I could soar high
like an magnificent eagle
hovering in the sky
I could swim gracefully
like a white swan
floating in a pretty lake
Though it's not easy
to face the music
yet the fact is
that I'm ordinary
as a mediocre sparrow
Such being the case
let me be myself
and enjoy a simple life
by chitchatting
here today
and there tomorrow

[angliholic]

After having waited
for ages and ages
for the dull gloomy days
of cold wind and wet weather
to pass away
I'm clearly aware
the spring is finally here to stay
Like running across the one
in the middle of nowhere
whom I've longed most to see
night and day
on the spur of the moment
I become speechless

[angliholic]

Spring comes again today
as well as yesterday
Without exception
it'll be here tomorrow
with the warm sunshine
and the day
after tomorrow
It's a pity, though
our spring has long gone
along with the spent flower
of last year
Conceivably
unless in the next life
it'll no longer
have a chance to return

[angliholic]

Since it's no use
reminiscing the past glory
of yesterday
at the end of the lane
we may as well take a rest
for a while
appreciating the serenity
of a forest
or praising the grandeur
of a mountain