The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

In case
you'd like to know
the reason why
I've never walked up to you
and said I love you
It's not because
you're ordinary
but because
you're a most gorgeous rose
I have no choice
but to admire you
and keep you forever
at a long distance
for I'm afraid
I may fall heart and soul
in love with you
After all
I'm just a humble man
fond of a small cozy home
better than
a golden mansion

[angliholic]

On the outside
it's been raining
off and on
for nearly a month
On the inside
I'm able to lie in the bed
hide in the quilt
and fantasize
about the coming
of warm sunny days
when we
friends from senior high and I
can go on a trip
back to our campus
When thirsty
we'll drink plain water
when hungry
we'll find
a homey noodle shop
order our noodles
along with
some side dishes
and let loose a big slurp
when time to dig in
Happiness is so easy

[angliholic]

If you were caught
in an April shower
at the other side
of the mountain
while hurrying back home
on this spring afternoon
as I was
don't feel dismal
for before long
your life will be enriched
with many May flowers

[angliholic]

You sent me a message
the other day
wondering why
I hadn't posted any poem
for a long time
Maybe
you're now experiencing
the joy of spring
while irises are blooming
like a rainbow carpet
in your valley
yet
on the street
outside my misty window
I only see
branches and leaves
shaking and shivering
in the rainy season

[angliholic]

Unknowingly
the grass is greening the field
along the carefree river
but why haven't I
found any of your shadow
Mayflower
you know
I need to get away from it all
for a long while
from the life of a trifle
that I'm stuck in
to reminisce alone
about the good old days
that might've gone
far far away with your petals

[angliholic]

How could I
convince myself
that spring is in the air
since the falling leaves
last autumn
seem to be lingering
by my window
hand in hand
with the cold rain
and the chilly wind
Perhaps
a lonely cloud
was born not to dance
but to be sentimental
and doomed
to spend life alone
while others
are intoxicated
by the delicate fragrance
of May flowers

[angliholic]

All day
I've been racking my brain
trying to remember
what I was doing this time
last year
but in vain
On second thought
Why bother
The trees are still green
the birds still chirping
and the breeze still young
as last year
The only difference
is the gray hair~~
it's simply growing
relentlessly and eternally
on me
so what's the use
of reminiscence
If it adds up to more agony
I'd rather choose
to be oblivious
of this dreamy journey

[angliholic]

I never thought
you'd have a gloomy morning
in late spring
or in early summer
if the latter
sounds more melodious
to your ears
and in no time
you're wailing
like a crying baby
However
the moment
your tears run dry
you'll surely be endowed
with numerous May flowers
in the meadow
under a blue sky
with clouds drifting by
while I'll be still cowering
in a dark corner
like a ragged scarecrow
forsaken by its maker

[Danik 2016]

I emphatize with this poem because here it is a gloomy rainy day in late Autumn.
However I don´t recomend "wailing like a crying baby". It makes everything much worse.
Cheers!

[tonywalt]

All day
I've been racking my brain
trying to remember
what I was doing this time
last year
but in vain
On second thought
Why bother
The trees are still green
the birds still chirping
and the breeze still young
as last year
The only difference
is the gray hair~~
it's simply growing
relentlessly and eternally
on me
so what's the use
of reminiscence
If it adds up to more agony
I'd rather choose
to be oblivious
of this dreamy journey

Love your writing. Talent!

[angliholic]

I emphatize with this poem because here it is a gloomy rainy day in late Autumn.
However I don´t recomend "wailing like a crying baby". It makes everything much worse.
Cheers!

Thanks for stopping by and giving me this good advice. I'll think about it and revise it later.

[Danik 2016]

Hi,
Please, don´t mind the comment, I was rather sad when I wrote it. And I thought I was talking to someone very young because of the avatar.

[angliholic]

Hi,
Please, don´t mind the comment, I was rather sad when I wrote it. And I thought I was talking to someone very young because of the avatar.

Thanks for the response again, Danik.
I appreciate people who give me feedback and I always take it seriously because it's as good as mirrors. From the mirrors, I have a chance to see clearly the flaws in my poems. As for my avatar, it was a picture of myself playing badminton a couple of years ago.

[angliholic]

Love your writing. Talent!

Thanks, tonywalt, for dropping by and this most uplifting gift which made my day.
Btw, your avatar looks so deju vue. Do I know you from somewhere?

[angliholic]

During the day
I love to meditate
on the holy verse
feeling immensely complacent
because
nothing in this universe
seems able to get me drunk
I'm as good as a monk
Come the evening
without thinking
I start dancing
around a street light
until deep into the night

[angliholic]

Just as
I've never thought
I'd be lucky enough
to be greeted with a smile
by the goddess of fortune
so you've never thought
I'd be gifted enough
to pen some awe-inspiring poems
for this mundane world
Indeed
after May has eloped
with the enchanting spring bride
what else
is left to be relished
in the sweltering June

[angliholic]

Taking a stroll
in the morning
beside a lotus pond,
I wouldn't have noticed,
"It's already early June."
had it not been
for the refreshing herbal aroma
and the mesmerizing charms
of those lovely pink ladies
who're now silently announcing,
"Here we are
and will winsomely sway here
throughout
the whole fervent summer."
Therefore I think:
How can I prove
to my descendants
that I've ever existed
if I don't jot down
at once
these beauties of nature?

[YesNo]

I recommended your poem for a potential collection of poems from LitNet that some members would like to assemble: http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?85019-The-LitNet-Poetry-Anthology-%96-submit-here&p=1319448#post1319448

[angliholic]

I recommended your poem for a potential collection of poems from LitNet that some members would like to assemble: http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?85019-The-LitNet-Poetry-Anthology-%96-submit-here&p=1319448#post1319448
Thanks, YesNo, for your kind recommendation, but I'm afraid my poetry is too sloppy to be included in that classic collection.

[YesNo]

Your poetry is fine. None of us do any better than you do by the way. However, I don't know if the book will happen, but I kind of hope it does.

[angliholic]

Your poetry is fine. None of us do any better than you do by the way. However, I don't know if the book will happen, but I kind of hope it does.
Thanks, again, for your kind words and recommendations. Go ahead and include my poem. Hope it doesn't ruin that sublime collection.

[angliholic]

The rain
after having ruthlessly
poured down
for an entire day
is eventually letting up
almost
turning a summer day
into a winter dismay
Though
it's already twilight
yet there's still hope
we can catch a glimpse
of some stars
twinkling in the night sky
On the brightest one
I'll wish
it'll be bright and sunny
tomorrow

雨

已經下了
一整天
幾乎
將爽朗的夏日
下成憂鬱的冬日

終於歇息了
雖然
亦是黃昏了
但
今晚仍有望
看見
些許星星
在夜空中閃爍
對著最明亮的
那一顆
我將許願
明天是個
陽光燦爛的
曰子

[angliholic]

Even in the company
of dainty blue forget-me-nots
which are blooming
here, there, and everywhere
as sweet as young brides
in mid June,
I still feel like an outsider.
Therefore,
I have no choice
but to leave behind
those romantic darlings
sit alone
under a shady banyan tree
and listen to cicadas
singing forever and ever
a song for the lonely.

[angliholic]

Like a straw man
hanging his head
at twilight,
I'm feeling exhausted
and sleepy
but I'm unwilling
to hit the bed.
Perhaps,
I'm still waiting
on this early summer night
though I've forgotten
the reason.
Perhaps,
when it's time
for orange trees
to be heavily weighed down
by golden fruits,
I'll remember
what I've been waiting for
before I fall sleep.

[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
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
and inspire me
to write a poem
wonderful as a delightful rainbow
which is sure to come
in the wake of your footsteps

[angliholic]

My friend,
Happy birthday to you.
Yesterday
like flying willow catkins
in early summer
has drifted far far away
Tomorrow
is the faintest star
in the night sky,
changeable and fickle.
Therefore, today
if there's wine,
drink it.
If there's fun,
enjoy it.
Li Bai once wrote,
Since time immemorial,
all saints have felt lonely~
Only those
who got drunk
leave their fame behind.

[angliholic]

While
you're hanging
over a green tree
smiling
in the morning sunshine
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
cicadas' singing is
I suppose
I've to sketch your beauty
in a hurry
on a white cloud
before
a woodpecker nearby
strikes twelve
before
you turn yourself
into Cinderella again

[angliholic]

Last night,
by virtue of the noise
made by a pond
of garrulous frogs,
I could hardly
fall asleep all night,
guessing
another war was raging on
outside,
and thinking
it was next to impossible
to see the sunlight
tomorrow
Much to my delight,
I woke up
to a pleasant morning;
The sun is still rising.
How lovely!
In the serene pond,
water lilies are still pretty
and pure as angels.


睡蓮


昨夜
在滿池的
聒噪蛙鳴聲中
失眠了
以為
外面的世界
又戰爭了
以為
再也見不著
明日的光明
沒想到
今朝起床
可愛的太陽
依舊
升起
在寧靜的池水中
清晨的睡蓮
依舊
如天使般的
純潔美麗

[Danik 2016]

Delicate and beautiful, angliholic!

[angliholic]

Delicate and beautiful, angliholic!
Thanks, Danik.

[angliholic]

Palm Tree


Never,
Never have I so closely
looked at you before.
It was the afternoon rainshower
in early summer
that trapped me
alone in a steakhouse
in this city.
Feeling bored,
I looked out the window
and caught a glimpse of you.
Like a forlorn girl
without a home,
you stood on the street
all by yourself,
devastated by the ruthless wind
and rain.
And I
I was staying indoors,
enjoying the air-conditioning
as well as the delicacies.
All at once,
I started to wonder
for how many times
I could still revisit this paradise.
In the blink of an eye,
a carefree teatime had been traded
for a grey evening.
Time to say goodbye
and hit the road.
Thank you, palm tree girl.
It was you that reminded me
I was still living
on a beautiful tropical island
though my appearance
might seem an ice mountain
in North Pole.


棕櫚樹

從來 我從來
就不曾 那麼仔細地
端詳你
昨日
是初夏的午後陣雨
陷我一個人 孤零零地
在市區的一家牛排館內
只好無聊地 望出窗外
只見你 像失去
親人的女孩
獨自站在街頭
任風雨無情地 摧殘
而我 我在
有冷氣的房內
享受著美食 之餘
卻驚覺
如此這般的美好天堂
還能維持多久
轉瞬間 一個下午的悠閒
換來了
一個灰色的黃昏
該回家了
謝謝你 棕櫚姑娘
是你 提醒我
正處在一座
美麗的熱帶島嶼
儘管 我的外表
是那麼 北極的冰山

[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,
after the sea has run dry,
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 though.

夏季的雨

如乾旱時
在龜裂的大地上的
農作物一般
我的生命在 褪色
就像
等待著 初戀情人
我等你 出現
已等 好久了
一如 你已承諾了
多少次
但 卻一再地 爽約
海枯石爛之後
我幾 已無氣息
終於 你悄悄地 現踪
倦怠地 我斜倚著
圖書館的窗臺
看著你
將生命之水
灑在 鄰近公園
失去活力的樹上
瞬間
片片綠葉 清醒起來
然而
我心亂如麻
如路上行人 狂亂地
撐開雨傘
並匆匆走過街道
此刻
不知 該狂歡大笑
亦或 落淚
只因 已陷入思緒中

[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.

清晨的榮耀
(牽牛花)

如果
你也正在哀傷
因
春已悄悄溜逝
毫無預兆地
就帶走
你最愛慕的人
當白晝依然年輕
年輕得
如你 最思念的
那位佳人
為何不
停下腳步
觀賞一下
如天堂幽監的
清晨的榮耀
要是
傾心沈浸於
天然唯美之中
一定會
持續好幾個世紀
忘了
藍色是憂鬱

[angliholic]

When trees begin to put on
purple and red
I'll write down my longing
for you
on a maple leaf
drop it in the air
and wish a gentle breeze
might send it into your dream

對你的思念

當林子換上
紫色紅色衣裳時
在一片楓葉上
我將寫滿
對你的思念
然後
放開手
任其墜落於空中
並許願
隨一陣微風
輕輕
飄入你的夢中

[angliholic]

Repeat

[angliholic]

With unintelligible jubilation,
one pleasant summer morning
has quietly slipped away
even before I start
to write a poem or something.
In the blink of an eye,
it's afternoon,
sweltering hot,
and all the flowers are losing
charming colors.
In a state of near coma,
I guess
I have no inspiration,
so marvelous
that it's worth penning down.
Such being the case,
I might just as well take a trip
to the dreamland.
Maybe,
in that fantastical place,
in the company of evening breeze
along with resplendent sunset glow,
I'll be capable of composing
the last
but most beautiful melody
on a summer day.



夏季的一天

在無明的喜悅中
都還來不及
寫成詩
清爽的夏日早晨
就這樣
靜悄悄地走了
眨眼間
已是 酷熱難熬
花容失色的 下午
昏迷中
還有什麼
美好的靈感
值得記載呢
不如神遊一回
周公的故鄉
或許
在那夢幻的地方
有燦爛的晚霞
及涼涼的微風
伴我 譜完一日中
最後
最惟美的樂章

[angliholic]

The wind chime
hanging at the front door
is tingling
and my heart is echoing
with the soothing ringing

Yet I know
it's not so much the gentle wind
as your soft whisper of blessing
from afar
that swings the chime
and sends it jingling



風鈴叮噹

懸掛在前門的
風鈴
正叮叮噹噹地
響個不停
而 我的心
亦隨著
叮叮噹噹
迴蕩個不停
然而
我很清楚地
知道
吹動風鈴
使其發出
清脆悅耳
美妙的音樂聲
不是微風
而是
來自 遠方的
你的祝福聲

[angliholic]

Frog frog frog ...
Croak croak croak ...

Do you keep quarreling so noisily
the whole night through
simply over some trivial mosquitoes
as those nasty politicians do?

Frog frog frog ...
Croak croak croak ...

Or
do you feel forever lonely
as I do
though surrounded by millions
of folks?

Frog frog frog ...
Croak croak croak ...

If so,
then I'm willing to compromise
my serenity.

Frog frog frog ...
Croak croak croak ...



夏夜無眠


蛙蛙蛙 ，，，
呱呱呱 ，，，

你們徹夜地
爭吵個不停
如令人討厭的政客
僅僅
就為了 幾隻
微不足道的蚊子

蛙蛙蛙 ，，，
呱呱呱 ，，，

亦或
你們也和我沒兩樣
時時
感到永恆的 寂寞
縱使 週圍有
數不清的同伴

蛙蛙蛙 ，，，
呱呱呱 ，，，

如果是如此
那 我很樂意
妥協犧牲
我應享的安詳寧靜

蛙蛙蛙 ，，，
呱呱呱 ，，，

[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.


小花

或許
再也沒機會
遇見你
但
如一片枯萎
低垂的 草葉
正在 等待
夏日的雨
我依然思念 你
清純的微笑
或許
現在的我
如
一隻 迷失於
水泥叢林的 蜜蜂
然而
我仍然有 夢
春雨
終有一天
會灑落
在這片寂寞
乾涸的土地上

[angliholic]

Sugarcane
I'd love to laud thee
as best as I can

It's not because
thou can do magic like a bee
producing honey for me

But because
the harder people bite thee
or squeeze thee
the more sweet juice
thou reward them
as always

甘蔗


甘蔗
我要好好地
讚揚您
不是因為
您
如蜜蜂一般
神奇地
為我製作 蜂蜜
而是因為
人們越 用力
咬您
或壓榨您
您
總是以 更多
甜美的甘露
回饋 他們

[angliholic]

There's a voice in my heart,
telling me,
"No more poetry."
A little while later,
there's another voice in my mind,
asking me,
"What if
song birds are fed up with singing
in the fresh morning?
What if
butterflies no longer
take delight in flying
freely and gracefully?
What if
flowers are tired of blooming
forever and ever in spring?
And what if
the sky refuse to be azure blue
over and over
in summer?"


心裡


心裡有個聲音
告訴我
別再寫詩了
一會之後
腦海裏
又有另一個聲音
問我

要是
鳴禽 受够了
在每日清晨時
歌唱 會如何
要是
花蝴蝶
不再喜歡
自由自在地
翩翩飛舞
會如何
要是
春天的花朵
已厭倦
永無休止地開放
會如何
要是
夏日的天空
拒絕
一而再地蔚藍
那又會如何

[angliholic]

During the day,
I love to meditate
on the holy verse,
feeling immensely complacent
because
nothing in this universe
seems able to get me drunk;
I'm as good as a monk.
Come the evening,
without thinking,
I start dancing round
and round
a street light
until deep into the night.

蛾

白天時
喜歡沉思
聖潔的經文
因
心不染紅塵
而沾沾自喜
宇宙間
似乎
沒有任何事物
能令我醉
感覺
就像個和尚
然而
當夜暮底垂時
卻不自覺地
圍繞著
一只街燈
飛舞,,,,,,
飛舞直到天明

[angliholic]

repeat

[angliholic]

We never feel jealous
of the sublime lilies
or fascinated
by the gorgeous roses,
let alone to admire
the faint fragrance of jasmines.
Simply because
our parents are ordinary,
we're also small green clover,
like common people.
In reality,
glamour and nobility
aren't the most important values
in our life.
In spite of the fact
that we're so petty
like our ancestors,
who've gone
through thick and thin
to pass life on
we still stand firm and persevere
in greening our fatherland.

綠苜蓿

不忌妒百合花
的高貴
也不迷戀玫瑰花
的艷麗
更不欽羨茉莉花
的清香
只因
我們的父母都是
那麼平常的綠苜蓿
我們也是那麼
凡夫俗子般
的綠色小草
本來 尊貴華麗
就不是
我們生活中
重最重要的價值
雖然
我們是 那麼
微不足道
如同 我們的先人
為了延續生命
經歷了千辛萬苦
一般
為了綠化家園
我們依舊不屈不撓

[heartwing]

Beautiful.

[angliholic]

Beautiful.
Thanks,Heattwing, but what and which is beautiful?

[heartwing]

We never feel jealous
of the sublime lilies
or fascinated
by the gorgeous roses,
let alone to admire
the faint fragrance of jasmines.
Simply because
our parents are ordinary,
we're also small green clover,
like common people.
In reality,
glamour and nobility
aren't the most important values
in our life.
In spite of the fact
that we're so petty
like our ancestors,
who've gone
through thick and thin
to pass life on
we still stand firm and persevere
in greening our fatherland.

綠苜蓿

不忌妒百合花
的高貴
也不迷戀玫瑰花
的艷麗
更不欽羨茉莉花
的清香
只因
我們的父母都是
那麼平常的綠苜蓿
我們也是那麼
凡夫俗子般
的綠色小草
本來 尊貴華麗
就不是
我們生活中
重最重要的價值
雖然
我們是 那麼
微不足道
如同 我們的先人
為了延續生命
經歷了千辛萬苦
一般
為了綠化家園
我們依舊不屈不撓






I like a lot of your work. This would be one example. Are you familiar with A minor press? The editor is in Hong Kong. Anyway, I don't know if you publish and I don't think they take reprints, but it might be worth trying if you have something that has not been seen on the internet or in print. No guarantees of course, but one never knows. A lot of your work is so lush and beautiful in what it says and what it suggests. Anyway, just wanted to comment. I hope you will let us know if you ever decide to collect your work and publish.

[angliholic]

I like a lot of your work. This would be one example. Are you familiar with A minor press? The editor is in Hong Kong. Anyway, I don't know if you publish and I don't think they take reprints, but it might be worth trying if you have something that has not been seen on the internet or in print. No guarantees of course, but one never knows. A lot of your work is so lush and beautiful in what it says and what it suggests. Anyway, just wanted to comment. I hope you will let us know if you ever decide to collect your work and publish.
Thanks, Heartwing, for the most uplifting comment which made my day and brought me hope. With this hope, I think I'm able to hew a stone of hope out of a mountain of despair.
No, I'm not familiar with A Minor Press and I haven't published my poetry though I believe that one day it'll be done posthumously.
Yes, I've decided to collect my works and publish if only you'd help me.

[heartwing]

Thanks, Heartwing, for the most uplifting comment which made my day and brought me hope. With this hope, I think I'm able to hew a stone of hope out of a mountain of despair.
No, I'm not familiar with A Minor Press and I haven't published my poetry though I believe that one day it'll be done posthumously.
Yes, I've decided to collect my works and publish if only you'd help me.

I am happy you have decided to take first steps. Please keep me in touch, angliholic. I know this is your destiny. It may at first require more hewing. Best wishes.

[angliholic]

[QUOTE=heartwing;1323049]I am happy you have decided to take first steps. Please keep me in touch, angliholic. I know this is your destiny. It may at first require more hewing. Best wishes.[/QUOT E]
Thanks, heartwing, for your kindness and help.
Sure, I will keep in touch with you, my benefactor, but no, it's not my destiny to get my poetry published. I'll let nature take its course~~if luck smiles at me before I pass away, then I'll sure smile back. But if I'm doomed to be in bad luck all my life, I won't complain about it at all because it's life~~you win some, and you lose some.
And yes, I know I need to cut out some doggerel because all that glitters is not gold.
Thanks again, Heartwing, for your precious time.

All the best to you and your loved ones,


Lewis Jian

[heartwing]

[QUOTE=heartwing;1323049]I am happy you have decided to take first steps. Please keep me in touch, angliholic. I know this is your destiny. It may at first require more hewing. Best wishes.[/QUOT E]
Thanks, heartwing, for your kindness and help.
Sure, I will keep in touch with you, my benefactor, but no, it's not my destiny to get my poetry published. I'll let nature take its course~~if luck smiles at me before I pass away, then I'll sure smile back. But if I'm doomed to be in bad luck all my life, I won't complain about it at all because it's life~~you win some, and you lose some.
And yes, I know I need to cut out some doggerel because all that glitters is not gold.
Thanks again, Heartwing, for your precious time.

All the best to you and your loved ones,


Lewis Jian

The doggerel is beautiful. When I was speaking of more hewing, I meant the test that is a part of the submissions process.

The destiny talk was meant to let you know I love your work and I felt it would find an audience.

But I definitely appreciate your sense of things. As always, despite everything, all efforts aside, there is a sense in which other forces are determinative.

Your sense of peace comes through in your work. I look forward to reading more.

[angliholic]

[QUOTE=angliholic;1323076]

The doggerel is beautiful. When I was speaking of more hewing, I meant the test that is a part of the submissions process.

The destiny talk was meant to let you know I love your work and I felt it would find an audience.

But I definitely appreciate your sense of things. As always, despite everything, all efforts aside, there is a sense in which other forces are determinative.

Your sense of peace comes through in your work. I look forward to reading more.
Thanks, Heartwing, for this inspiring and soothing reply.
I've known that my poetry will find an audience since I began to post it on several poetry groups on FB. Nevertheless, I feel a bit in despair that it hasn't been published. Maybe, that's the way things go and I never complained.
Thanks, my benefactor, again for your kind words and encouragement.

All the best,

Lewis Jian

[heartwing]

[QUOTE=heartwing;1323124]
Thanks, Heartwing, for this inspiring and soothing reply.
I've known that my poetry will find an audience since I began to post it on several poetry groups on FB. Nevertheless, I feel a bit in despair that it hasn't been published. Maybe, that's the way things go and I never complained.
Thanks, my benefactor, again for your kind words and encouragement.

All the best,

Lewis Jian

I will be curious to know if you decide to submit when various publishers open their reading window, such as A minor press. I can appreciate a desire for privacy too, however, so whatever you choose to do, I wish you well.

[angliholic]

[QUOTE=angliholic;1323152]

I will be curious to know if you decide to submit when various publishers open their reading window, such as A minor press. I can appreciate a desire for privacy too, however, so whatever you choose to do, I wish you well.
Thanks, Heartwing, for your concern again.
I'm willing but I'm not a very active go-getter, so I'm still waiting passively for some publishers to contact me. If there're none to contact me before I meet my maker. Then I'll let it be. Thanks again.

Kind regards,

Lewis Jian

P.S. I did contact Nicolette Wong, but she didn't reply my request.

[heartwing]

[QUOTE=heartwing;1323158]

P.S. I did contact Nicolette Wong, but she didn't reply my request.

I don't know the reason for sure for this, but likely the best way to approach things is to go through the usual submission process which involves a proposal, etc, and that during the regular submission period.

I understand what you mean about seeing what will happen.

It is beautiful you share your poetry here. It is just wonderful. Thank you.

[angliholic]

[QUOTE=angliholic;1323198]

I don't know the reason for sure for this, but likely the best way to approach things is to go through the usual submission process which involves a proposal, etc, and that during the regular submission period.

I understand what you mean about seeing what will happen.

It is beautiful you share your poetry here. It is just wonderful. Thank you.

Thanks, Heartwing, for your concern again and again.
It's not so much I share my poetry here as I save it here. Hopefully, it'll be published with ease.

Sincerely yours,

Lewis Jian

[angliholic]

Yesterday
when my day
was all but a piece of wreckage,
you sent me a private message
saying,
my writing's amazing;
you've missed my poetry,
and hoping,
I'm well and life's being good to me.
Thank you for showing
everlasting fondness for my verse
though it may prove worse
than any doggerel.
As long as your concern
is immortal
and deeper than the ocean,
it's of little significance
whether we should've known
each other earlier
than in the season~
leaves were changing color.

[angliholic]

For the sweet honey
of a fragrant flower,
a butterfly will easily
give up flying elegantly.
For your desirable silhouette,
I'll never regret
having eagerly sold
my sublime soul.

[angliholic]

Walking in the rain
alone,
on this July afternoon,
I'm holding 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'm eager to witness
the singing and dancing
of the summer rain
wash away the dust
and dirt from those
endearing green leaves
along with my griefs.

[angliholic]

Thank you, Heartwing,
for the lush and beautiful comment
you left on my writing
though it was at the moment
when spring breezes were blowing
no longer
and lotus flowers were seeding
in the pond yonder.
A while ago,
I clearly remember,
they were still
like young boys and girls
frolicking in the green plain.
It was you
that appeared with a summer rain
causing
numerous enthralling ripples
in my heart
when my hope was dying
and I was about to give up the art
of writing poetry.

[angliholic]

I've been making a decent living,
I've been doing
regular physical activity
to stay in good shape,
and I've been happy
that I'm not in need of anything
until I see the sky up above me
turning grey,
until I see the leaves of my tree
shedding in fall,
until I see not one butterfly
flitting and playing over the meadow.

[Danik 2016]

Welcome back, angliholic. I have been missing your poems.

[angliholic]

Welcome back, angliholic. I have been missing your poems.
Thnks, Danik, for your quick response. It's great that there are people missing your poems.

[angliholic]

Now that
jasmines have long
lost their sweet-smelling buds
to the season of depression,
it makes little sense that
in the peaceful park today
it's unusually sunny
and delightful.
Though butterflies
have long flown
away with all my smiles,
there're still dragonflies
frolicking and enjoying--
I wish I were simply being
unhealthily suspicious--
their last meal
over a carpet of green grass
like condemned prisoners
before the execution.

[angliholic]

Like a falling leaf
fluttering in the wind,
I'm too run down
to care what's lying ahead,
let alone turn to my memory
to reminisce whether
I've ever been chic or trendy.
Seeing that I'm no longer
the navigator
of my own drifting life,
why not follow nature's course,
take it easy and let it be.
After all,
I'm tired of having
my own way all my life.

[angliholic]

It's not that
the woods are no longer lovely
and fascinating
on this late autumn evening,
but that
I'm in no mood to crawl outside
this cocoon of dismay.
Conceivably,
you were once as pretty
as the slanting ray
at the end of the day,
but I don't think
I'm brave enough
to face the setting sun alone.

[angliholic]

The delightful late autumn sunshine
on the previous day
proves to be
just a flower in the mirror
if it's improper to be
compared to the moon in the water.
Darkness is lurking
from here to Sunday
even before I wake up from building
castles in the air.
Looking up at the night sky,
I see numerous twinkling stars,
but I'm not sure
which one would lead me
ultimately to the garden of Eden.
As I'm hesitating,
I become conscious that
my youthful days,
the playful time,
were missing among the neon lights.

[tailor STATELY]

So wonderful to see you posting again.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

So wonderful to see you posting again.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks, Tailor, for the kind warm words which made my day.

[angliholic]

Sunny days come,
and rainy days go.
Therefore,
don't feel distraught
simply because
leaves are turning yellow.
It's the nature's course~
all trees will surely be budding
next spring.
However,
I'm doubtful whether
in the next life
we'll be able to retrieve
the unforgettable memory
we've shared
after we part this life.

[angliholic]

You're the water in a bayou,
and I'm the fish.
Without you,
I'll surely rest in peace.
Without me,
you won't cease to be
since there're still shrimps
and water plants
to keep you company.

[angliholic]

Once young and silly
enough to presume,
without me,
flowers would forget to bloom,
trees would be
reluctant to turn green,
and the earth would stop spinning,
now I see~
if the sun isn't rising
tomorrow,
I'll be undeniably
buried in deep sorrow.

[angliholic]

Oh! Woe is me!
Although I did sow the seeds
a long while ago,
I should've known better
than to look forward to a basketful
of sweet mangoes.
Haven't I told myself
again and again
there might be storms
looming on the horizon?
Haven't I warned myself
again and again
that life is fickle,
so prepare for the worst
instead of windfalls
and be joyful
when the storm doesn't call?
How could I be so forgetful?

[angliholic]

When the cheerful sunshine
is no longer here to stay,
it doesn't make much sense
to blame
who has turned the sky gray
or who
has squandered my golden day.
I have good reasons to be
in blank dismay
while the leaves are falling like crazy.
But on second thought,
since there's no way
for me
to stop the world from getting cold,
I might just as well
chill down and
appreciate in silence the way
nature covers the land with gold.

[angliholic]

I'm not praying
I'll be crowned one day
with a laurel wreath,
but that there'll be no more wars
to tear the peace into pieces.
I'm not looking
forward to the end
of the annoying shedding leaves
as well as my hair,
but I'll be unconditionally grateful
if only the sky is not falling.

[angliholic]

If only
I could realize my fantasy,
I'd rather be free
as a breeze
than live thousands of years
like an old olive tree.
If only
you could let time freeze,
I'd prefer to see you
forever young and pretty
as a pink poppy.

[angliholic]

Cherry blossoms are lovely to see,
yet fortunately
the trees never complain
that butterflies breeze in freely
to drink up all the nectar
and bees to steal all the pollen.
One day, if they do,
I assure you
it's not the sweet delectable cherry
that'll be on my mind
but a dreamy poetic Eden
their floating petals conjure up.

[angliholic]

Once upon a time,
while horsing around
on the playground,
we were then so young
that we'd think
we were as good as the saplings
on the campus
and never grew old.
Once upon a time,
while burying ourselves
in piles of books,
we were then so busy
that we'd never think
we'd part one day
and never meet again.
After young pretty daisies
have turned to dust
for dozens of times,
it comes to mind
that we're no different
from floating clouds,
flying farther and farther
away from each other
every moment.
Now and then,
I can't help but wonder
whether
we'll run across each other
before
we fall down as the rain.

美好的舊日

曾經
嬉戲奔馳於操場中
當時是那麼年輕
以致於錯誤地以為
就像校園裡的幼苗
我們不會變老
曾經
埋首於書冊中
當時是那麼忙碌
以致於從未想到
有一天我們會分別
而且再也不能相會
在美麗的雛菊
凋落幾十回後
才驚覺
我們無異於
漂泊的雲朵
無時無刻地飛散
距離互相越來越遠
有時候
禁不住懷疑
在我們化成雨滴
落入塵土之前
是否有緣再相逢

[Danik 2016]

I like to come here sometimes to read your beautiful lines.

[angliholic]

I like to come here sometimes to read your beautiful lines.

Thanks, Danik, for your kind reply, which encourages me to keep on penning.

[angliholic]

I should've brought you
some amaryllis
to thank you tonight,
for you came with warm sunshine.
Monday blues in December,
are so omnipotent
that they're still haunting me
like the biting cold wind outside
though it's already Tuesday.
Had it not been
for your showing up unexpectedly,
I might've been frozen stiff
and still lying
in the depths of the Pacific Ocean.
Due to the late night,
there're no flowers now,
I still wish
this short poem could show
one millionth of my gratitude.

本該送些
孤挺花給你，
感謝你今晚
帶來陽光及溫暖。
雖已是星期二，
這十二月的憂鬱
如外面刺骨的寒風，
還是緊緊糾纏著我。
若不是你不期然地
出現，
我可能已結冰
在深不可測的
太平洋裡。
夜深無花，
以此小詩廖表心意。

[angliholic]

I wrongly presumed
that I had a crush on April,
and that was the reason why
I chose the name for you.
Not until
your life had turned
into a wintry wasteland
did I realize
that I never did really love you.
Now I'm willing
to shed an ocean of tears
for you
if I have to
simply to implore my April
to come back home soon.

[YesNo]

April reminds me of a longing for Spring during Winter.

[angliholic]

April reminds me of a longing for Spring during Winter.

Thanks, YesNo, for your feedback and I'm glad you take it that way.

[angliholic]

And they believe
that in the previous life
we were once lovers,
which may well explain the reason
why hummingbirds are always
attached to honeysuckles.
Although I'm not a hummingbird,
I desire nothing
more than to see your life
blooming beautifully and joyfully
as a honeysuckle.

[angliholic]

It's freezing cold and raining.
Simply because
I have bigger fish to fry,
I have no choice
but to keep on trekking
along an endless lane,
which will lead me to heaven,
a castle in the air,
or nowhere~
it's anyone's guess.
Under a gloomy sullen sky,
I have to make believe
the scintillating spring is still here
and the icy tears of winter
on my face are nothing
but summer rain.

[angliholic]

Waking up from hibernation
I feel as if
it had been ages and ages
since I last sniffed the fragrant spring breeze.
Just as the budding of grass and trees
doesn't make a great fortune,
I'm sure if I
keep following in the wordsmith's footsteps,
I will end up in a grassy field,
far far away from towns,
where there's not a decent job
for me.
Nonetheless, I'm sure
there must be bounteous fresh air
and soothing colors for all.

[angliholic]

How silly was I
to have borne a grudge against you
when you were a peach flower
in everyone's eye?
Maybe,
I was too young a puppy
to appreciate your hidden value
which was apparently
overshadowed by your beauty,
and that's why.
Now I've learned my lesson by heart~
It's pointless to argue with spring
over the fickle weather
if one really adores the season.

[Danik 2016]

Glad to read one of your meditative poem again. Welcome back.

[angliholic]

Glad to read one of your meditative poem again. Welcome back.
Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and your kind words.

[angliholic]

Yes, my friends,
it's been a long while,
and I've come back
from the fool's paradise.
I think this time
I'm going to stay here a bit longer
to craft some verses
more ethereal and profound
than the aroma of a marigold.
Nonetheless,
as soon as I pick up my pen,
I find it has lost its rosemary perfume
of the good old days.
Perhaps,
I need to immerse myself once more
in the intoxicating melodies
of classic songs
before drawing some inspiration
and turning it into lines of nectar.

[angliholic]

About to hit the road this morning,
on opening the door,
I was startled to perceive
that the refreshing season of flowers
has been gracing this small town for a while.
Why have I been insensitive
to the rejuvenescent power of spring?
Then I thought out loud,
"After these many years,
I'm no longer the sentimental shy boy
that I used to be in college."
Notwithstanding,
at the sight of the young green leaves
jigging in the breeze,
whereas my blooming days
were gone like the river of no return,
I couldn't hold back my tears.

[angliholic]

I can't remember
when the last time
I was looking forward to an April shower.
If you, perchance, wonder
whether it's mysterious and romantic no more
in my mind's eye,
then, my answer would be
what's the use of waiting for the April shower
if you're a May flower
that has forgot to bloom for a long long time.

[Danik 2016]

I loved "Season of Flowers". The implacable thing about aging is that not only the body gets old but their are these losses of sensibility and memory. But it´s good to be able to express these sensations of loss in a delicate poem.

[angliholic]

I loved "Season of Flowers". The implacable thing about aging is that not only the body gets old but their are these losses of sensibility and memory. But it´s good to be able to express these sensations of loss in a delicate poem.

Thanks, Danik, for the in depth comment.

[angliholic]

It's always in the wake of early springtime
when all azalea blossoms have fallen
and floated far far away
with the streamflow
that I'm nostalgic for the afterglow
on your face
which, once, was more alluring
than all those falling pink petals;
To put it another way,
they were no different
from the sunshine of my blissful memory.
Though azaleas are no longer scintillating,
yet I'll love you none the less,
love you till the end of this journey,
and love you till it's impossible
to count the number of wrinkles on your forehead.
It's not because
I prefer green leaves to flower buds
but because it's my turn
to make every second of your life worth living.

[angliholic]

Supposing when you call on me,
instead of fancy and romance
you bring only plenty of inconvenience
and, embarrass people around me.
Is it fitting, hence,
to compare you to an April shower?
If yes,
we'd better miss
than see each other.
Thus, I have no option
but to hide you in my imagination
so that we're able to live together
forever and ever
in a world of fantasy.

[angliholic]

At the sight of broken petals
scattering all over the wet ground,
mingling with lifeless discolored leaves
and some dried twigs,
I was extremely astonished this morning.
It must have been the heavy rain
together with the wind last night
that ravaged them relentlessly
and swept them onto the ground.
I could imagine
it was only yesterday
when those agreeable pink lasses
were dancing gracefully
with those handsome shiny green lads
in the intoxicating spring breezes.
Except feeling deep sorrow and remorse,
I could do nothing but keep going,
to making a living.

[angliholic]

Pretty Rea,
Has anyone ever told you
that you're such a gem~
this world would be a place of torment
without you.
Well, at least, mine would be.
You look graceful
but I've never seen you being disdainful.
Your winsome smile is more dazzling to me
than all the stars sparkling in the night sky.
Unquestionably,
whenever it looms in my mind's eye,
it sure fills me with enchantment.
Last but not the least,
if your beauty is an elegant poem,
it must be
unfathomable as graceful daffodils.
By the way,
now they must be in season in your place,
I presume.
Pick some for yourself and me,
(Please send them to me in my dream.)
and you'll be a true friend of mine.

[Danik 2016]

Glad to see various new poems. I mostly enjoyed "For my better half".

[angliholic]

Glad to see various new poems. I mostly enjoyed "For my better half".
Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and the most uplifting feedback.

[angliholic]

Feeling dizzy and fatigued easily
in hot and humid weather,
I shuffled, around noon,
through a small park to the library.
I could hardly believe
it was still in the middle of April
before May flowers even paid a visit
to this small subtropical island.
It was so uncomfortable
that I started to long for ice cream
as well as the season of chilly winter.
A moment later,
it came to mind that
only a couple of months ago
I was still cursing
those biting cold gloomy winter days
and wishing
the fervent sun would drop in on us
the sooner the better.

[angliholic]

I didn't notice
on which day of this spring
the morning glory
started climbing over the fence,
but it always brings a smile
to my heart without fail
whenever you dress in green and purple
smiling innocently to me
first thing in the morning.
Some say it's a type of weeds,
sprawling here and there,
yet I treasure you never the less.
Seeing that
I'm not a prince
nor do I own a rose garden,
why should I care whether
you're a princess or a queen?

[angliholic]

When I was young and a bee,
how was it possible to stop me
from collecting nectar
from one blossom to another?
Isn't it in the blood to chase a cherry tree
one day,
and on another day
to befriend an almond tree?
Who could've enlightened me
that a safe and peaceful harbor
is better than all the flowery fantasy?

[angliholic]

I feel terribly sorry
to have reassured you yesterday
that it should be sunny today?
Now, it's not merely raining
but also keeps pattering
the whole morning.
Although it's not me
but the weather forecaster to blame,
yet, sincerely,
I'd still like to express my apology
by picking some fresh rosemary leaves
and leaving them
on your dresser. Hopefully,
their refreshing fragrance
would make you oblivious
of this blue Monday morning.

[angliholic]

It's natural
that I madly romanced you
when you were a young pretty rose.
So did easily an animal;
thus, please don't suppose
that I truly loved you then.
One day you turn toothless and plain
yet my love for you does remain,
then you can call me a real man.

[angliholic]

There was once a man
who was hit by an airplane
while watching TV in his living room
at home.
It's not a fictitious film
but a real life accident in Formosa, Taiwan.
Now that there's nothing
impossible under the sun,
then, what is the need of worrying?
Therefore, don't worry
that the morning glory
will droop and wither in the evening
but be happy
as you'll rejoice to see more blooming
come next morning.

[angliholic]

With April showers,
you stepped into my life,
but I was too ignorant then to perceive
that you could prove
to be the one
that would bring countless May flowers
into my humble garden.
Yes, don't worry and be happy~
it's your motto.
The moment
morning glory flowers start unfurling
we'll play badminton, sweat, and laugh
to our heart's content.
When the sun is highest in the sky,
we'll stay inside
an all-you-can-eat restaurant,
chat, and enjoy sumptuous cuisines.
Though we're unable to prevent morning glories
from drooping in the evening,
at least,
we're oblivious of the clock's ticking
when we're having a big time.

[angliholic]

May has all but come to an end,
flower petals swirling around
as butterflies flying everywhere,
yet I still haven't crafted anything
worth remembering.
Instantly,
I reminisce
when I was at the age of poetry,
I made an attempt to jot down
the most romantic part of life.
Nonetheless,
I presumed
at that time I needed
to contemplate the universe more
before seeing life in perspective.

Now, I believe I've seen the world,
but it's regrettable
that I'm not in the proper mood
seeing that
May flowers have long
since lost colors inside my heart.

[Danik 2016]

Beautiful ending:

May flowers have long
since lost colors inside my heart.

And May is a convention after all, in my country it is autumn.
All stations of life find their translation in poetry

[angliholic]

Beautiful ending:


And May is a convention after all, in my country it is autumn.
All stations of life find their translation in poetry

Thanks, Danik, for your feedback, but I can't understand you mean by "convention" here. Sorry for I'm not a native speaker of English.

[Danik 2016]

I´m not native either. I am using the word "convention" here in the sense of a literary
common usage. May usually is seen as a symbol of spring and flowers, Christmas is linked to snow and winter. But there are regions on the earth where Christmas is in summer and May in autumn.

[angliholic]

I´m not native either. I am using the word "convention" here in the sense of a literary
common usage. May usually is seen as a symbol of spring and flowers, Christmas is linked to snow and winter. But there are regions on the earth where Christmas is in summer and May in autumn.

You took me by surprise when you said you're not native either. Thanks for the crystal clear explanation.

[Danik 2016]

Thanks, angliholic. Your poems read beautifully in English.

[angliholic]

Thanks, angliholic. Your poems read beautifully in English.
Thanks, Danik, for this praise and encouragement, which made my day and inspires me to pen more.

[angliholic]

It's not yet June,
but on this sub-tropical Formosa,
it's almost sizzling hot.
To take a rest in the shade of a big tree
is as good as in the paradise
especially when early summer breezes
are blowing.
However,
I can't but wonder
why I didn't pay much attention
to this windfall, this blessing
whether in winter or in spring.

[angliholic]

Young and
innocent as a lamb,
I'd deem, once in a while,
I could handily
pin a rainbow down
whenever I saw one
just as you'd assume
you'd remain forever and ever
a pink lotus flower in June
and never expect
autumn days would come
just after it was in full bloom.
Facing the music is arduous
as eating humble pie;
Otherwise,
how could we both repent
and start anew?

[angliholic]

Destined to Stay


When young as May flowers
you were the enigmatic charming moon,
which outshone countless stars
in my night sky.
Seeing that your graceful moonlight
is no longer glittering,
I should've left you alone
and chase after those twinkling stars.
Nonetheless,
I find
I'm reluctant to let go
simply because
I've grown used to your silly smile.

[Danik 2016]

Lol! The realism of mature years substituting youthful romanticism.

[angliholic]

Lol! The realism of mature years substituting youthful romanticism.

Thanks, Danik, for the realistic feedback. I hope this realism doesn't devastate the charm and beauty of romanticism.

[Danik 2016]

Not at all angliholic. In art as in life the period of realism follows that of romanticism. I think it takes maturity to deal with aging and decay. It is another kind of love.
I hope I wasn´t too realistic. I forget that people from the orient sometimes take the things very serious.

[angliholic]

Not at all angliholic. In art as in life the period of realism follows that of romanticism.

Couldn't agree with you more, Danik. I've been a daydreamer all my life but sometimes, I'm very realistic though most of the time romantic.

I think it takes maturity to deal with aging and decay. It is another kind of love.

Well put. Impressed.


I hope I wasn´t too realistic. I forget that people from the orient sometimes take the things very serious.
It's a myth that people from the orient take things very seriously. Tastes differ as people are different.

[angliholic]

I wasn't aware that
you paid a visit
on this sweltering hot afternoon
while I was taking a nap.
Only after
I opened the door,
stepped outside,
and found
the street was still wet,
was I flabbergasted at your graciousness.
You've been gracing my humble place,
bringing more hope and happiness
to me than my mistress.
Thank you for the painstaking efforts
you've made for me.
Without you,
I don't know how to survive
this inferno-like summer.

[Buh4Bee]

Continue to enjoy the charm found in your atmospheric poetry.

[angliholic]

Continue to enjoy the charm found in your atmospheric poetry.
Thanks, Buh4Bee, for the nice feedback which I just read and which surely made my day. Because of your praise, I'm willing to pick up my rusty poetic pen and scribble something again.

[angliholic]

Should we have a toast
for the end of the scorching hot days
or should we sit weeping quietly
and ceaselessly
at the edge of a maple forest,
for all the young green leaves
are turning yellow?
Would you please, my friends,
be so kind enough as not to ask me?
for I don't know the answer, either.
The only thing I know is
that I've given up flying freely
in the Peter Pan's sky
for a long long time,
having long lost the privilege
to daydream from time to time.

[Danik 2016]

Nostalgic verses, angliholic. Glad to read your poem in the last days of winter chill, at the brink of spring.

I wonder how much I still fly "in the Peter Pan's sky".

[angliholic]

nostalgic verses, angliholic. Glad to read your poem in the last days of winter chill, at the brink of spring.

I wonder how much i still fly "in the peter pan's sky".

thanks, danik, for the kind feedback. And i guess you must dwell in australia now--weather and everything opposite to us.

[Danik 2016]

Not as far as that. I live in Brazil,in the southern part of the hemisphere.

[angliholic]

Not as far as that. I live in Brazil,in the southern part of th Hemisphere.

Thanks, Danik, for the reply and in fact, I never thought you're from Brazil, which is a real exotic country to me. I'm from Formosa, Taiwan.

[Danik 2016]

I know Forrmosa only from one or two films I saw about it.

[angliholic]

I know Forrmosa only from one or two films I saw about it.

Formosa is a heavenly island which I take great pride in and love more and more. By the way, isn't your mother tongue Spanish? How come your English is so terrific?
The following is a link about Taiwan.

https://www.google.com.tw/search?biw=1067&bih=513&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=Beautiful+Formosa+Taiwan&oq=Beautiful+Formosa+Taiwan&gs_l=psy-ab.3...144241.147742.0.148207.10.10.0.0.0.0.100.65 5.9j1.10.0....0...1.1.64.psy-ab..0.2.160...0i13k1j0i13i5i30k1.9BZafMkleAA#imgrc =ffRgOeQeMqjKeM:

[angliholic]

Seeing
how graceful and flexible the weeping willow is
when swaying with the wind,
I start melting
and feeling tired of being obstinate
as a rock all my life.

[Danik 2016]

I enjoyed this poem about flexibility!

Thanks for the link, angliholic. My mother tongue is German, but in Brazil we speak Portuguese, though we are surrounded by Spanish speaking neighbours.
Here is a general link about Brazil:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazil

As for my English, I still have a lot of dificulties, specially with written English.
Litneting has helped me to become more fluent.

[angliholic]

I enjoyed this poem about flexibility!

Thanks for the link, angliholic. My mother tongue is German, but in Brazil we speak Portuguese, though we are surrounded by Spanish speaking neighbours.
Here is a general link about Brazil:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazil

As for my English, I still have a lot of dificulties, specially with written English.
Litneting has helped me to become more fluent.
Thanks, Danik, for the crystal clear explanation and the link. English is still a foreign language in this part and it's really hard to have a good command. That's why I write poems in English simply to use it more.

[Danik 2016]

But you have a very good command of the language. Poetry demands a very sophisticated command of language. Where did you learn English?

[angliholic]

But you have a very good command of the language. Poetry demands a very sophisticated command of language. Where did you learn English?

Hahaha ,,, thanks, Danik, for the kind praise which made my day. I learned English first in school simply for the purpose of getting good grades. Later, as soon as we have access to the internet, I learn it from the internet and the English forums. It's really ridiculous we're good at grammar and reading but bad at speaking and listening. By the way, what does Danik mean in German?

[angliholic]

I feel remorse
after summer days of fire and fury
have scared numerous people away
from my roselle orchard,
which is now bearing well.
Maybe
if, in time,
I turn myself into a cool autumn breeze,
they'll come back sooner than later.
Better still,
if, in the first place.
I could've run my life well,
I'd be happy now
without those regrettable days.
On second thought,
had it not been for those days,
I wonder
whether or not I'd really appreciate
those sweet hard-won fruits.

[Danik 2016]

Hahaha ,,, thanks, Danik, for the kind praise which made my day. I learned English first in school simply for the purpose of getting good grades. Later, as soon as we have access to the internet, I learn it from the internet and the English forums. It's really ridiculous we're good at grammar and reading but bad at speaking and listening. By the way, what does Danik mean in German?

It doesn´t mean anything. It is just a combination of letters.

[Danik 2016]

I think poems are also fruits of labor.

[angliholic]

I think poems are also fruits of labor.

Could my poems be viewed as sweet fruits to you? If yes, why so?

[kiz_paws]

Seeing
how graceful and flexible the weeping willow is
when swaying with the wind,
I start melting
and feeling tired of being obstinate
as a rock all my life.
How well put, I love this little poem!

[Danik 2016]

Could my poems be viewed as sweet fruits to you? If yes, why so?

I was making an analogy between those lines "whether or not I'd really appreciate
those sweet hard-won fruits" and poetry itself.

[angliholic]

How well put, I love this little poem!
Thanks, kiz paws, for dropping by and leaving such inspiring comment, which is really a wonderful surprise to me and warms my heart a lot.


I was making an analogy between those lines "whether or not I'd really appreciate
those sweet hard-won fruits" and poetry itself.
Thanks, Danik, it's crystal clear.

[angliholic]

Again and again,
I've kept waking up to a feeling
of déjà vu,
so peaceful, calm, serene and relaxing
that I can't help thinking of you.
Like a long lost childhood sweetheart,
you've eventually
come back to stay with me.
Notwithstanding,
is it fair
that you've remained ethereal
since time immemorial
while my unkempt hair
is getting grayer than the winter sky?

[kiz_paws]

is it fair
that you've remained ethereal
since time immemorial
while my unkempt hair
is getting grayer than the winter sky?
I loved this ending. So well put. :)

[angliholic]

I loved this ending. So well put. :)

Thanks, kiz, for your uplifting feedback. As long as there're people who love my poetry, it's worth writing more.

[tailor STATELY]

Always love your poetry.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

Always love your poetry.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks, Tailor, for the kindest words from the most gracious person, which really inspired me.

[angliholic]

My kind friends,

You'll never know
how ecstatic I feel
whenever I read
your encouraging comments on my writings!
"Your poems read beautifully in English,"
"Continue to enjoy the charm found in your atmospheric poetry,"
"Always love your poetry," and so on.
Your most uplifting words have inspired me
to pen more verses,
hopefully, to entertain a bit
both your mind and your soul.
Since all the flowers have gone with the summer wind;
in addition,
my muse is still on cloud nine,
I'm afraid
I'm no longer capable of crafting
anything enthralling tonight.
Nonetheless,
if you're willing to open your heart
as well as your window,
there're still cool autumn breezes to relish
before sleeping tight.

[angliholic]

I could've been dandy
and charming
as an adorable butterfly
had it not been for the fact that
I was grumpy
and irritating
as a disgusting mosquito.
That said,
how should I know autumn
is more pleasing and cooler
than summer
if I hadn't fallen a victim
to the havoc
of the sweltering heat wave
in the past.

[kiz_paws]

My kind friends,

You'll never know
how ecstatic I feel
whenever I read
your encouraging comments on my writings!
"Your poems read beautifully in English,"
"Continue to enjoy the charm found in your atmospheric poetry,"
"Always love your poetry," and so on.
Your most uplifting words have inspired me
to pen more verses,
hopefully, to entertain a bit
both your mind and your soul.
Since all the flowers have gone with the summer wind;
in addition,
my muse is still on cloud nine,
I'm afraid
I'm no longer capable of crafting
anything enthralling tonight.
Nonetheless,
if you're willing to open your heart
as well as your window,
there're still cool autumn breezes to relish
before sleeping tight.
How very sweet! :)

[kiz_paws]

how should I know autumn
is more pleasing and cooler
than summer
if I hadn't fallen a victim
to the havoc
of the sweltering heat wave
in the past.
Yes, how very true. When the suffering in life is replaced with joy, the joy is experienced far greater in the comparison.

[angliholic]

How very sweet! :)
But not as half sweet as your kind feedback. Thanks, kiz.



Yes, how very true. When the suffering in life is replaced with joy, the joy is experienced far greater in the comparison.
Thanks, well put, kiz. If there were no suffering in life, none would appreciate the sweet fruits when one comes to his enlightment.

[angliholic]

Either I'm autistic
or my brain is impaired
to such a great extent
that it takes me almost half a century
to comprehend that
wild flowers are as good as gardens in the air,
not to be loved or fascinated with,
but to be admired from a distance.
Seeing that
they're more bewitching and inviting,
I have to keep reminding myself that
my ultimate happiness
consists in the humble flower
at home.

[kiz_paws]

I have to keep reminding myself that
my ultimate happiness
consists in the humble flower
at home.
Oh my, such wisdom indeed. :)

[angliholic]

Oh my, such wisdom indeed. :)

Thanks, kiz, for your praise. Btw, I love your photo which leaves me nostalgic for the good old days.

[angliholic]

When did I start falling
in love with autumn?
I myself can't find the answer;
however,
whenever I notice street trees dancing
and swaying serenely and tastefully
in the cool autumn breeze
I have a feeling
that I must be either in heaven
or daydreaming.

[kiz_paws]

I saw those trees dancing; very well put.
Lovely last two lines, too. :)

[angliholic]

I saw those trees dancing; very well put.
Lovely last two lines, too. :)
Thanks, kiz. I think I didn't put it but that it came to mind naturally.

[angliholic]

The day when
a caterpillar is enlightened and
stop ruining the beauty of a flower
is the day when
it starts transforming itself into
an admirable butterfly.

[angliholic]

Once upon a time,
I presumed that to be strong
as a violent cyclone was everything.
Seeing that I was too adamant
to sway even myself,
now I'd rather be as soft
as an autumn breeze,
the amazing grace
that lets all the trees
lower their leaves
in a natural and willing manner.

[kiz_paws]

You captured your thought well in this poem. I felt the power in the start and then the softness at the end. And I liked that. :)

[angliholic]

You captured your thought well in this poem. I felt the power in the start and then the softness at the end. And I liked that. :)

Thanks, kiz, for your kind comment.

[angliholic]

Only a few days ago
it suddenly turned cool,
and how silly of me to think~~
it'd become warm again
sooner than later.
Now that it's getting colder,
it, at last, dawns on me~~
it's senseless
to miss the warm sunshine
just as it's fruitless
to long for the rainbow
after mid autumn
or to crave for her sunny smile
when she's gone and
the winter's around the corner.

[tonywalt]

Only a few days ago
it suddenly turned cool,
and how silly of me to think~~
it'd become warm again
sooner than later.
Now that it's getting colder,
it, at last, dawns on me~~
it's senseless
to miss the warm sunshine
just as it's fruitless
to long for the rainbow
after mid autumn
or to crave for her sunny smile
when she's gone and
the winter's around the corner.


Very thought provoking and brilliant. The weather sure can be, uuum, troublesome.....

[kiz_paws]

Only a few days ago
it suddenly turned cool,
and how silly of me to think~~
it'd become warm again
sooner than later.
Now that it's getting colder,
it, at last, dawns on me~~
it's senseless
to miss the warm sunshine
just as it's fruitless
to long for the rainbow
after mid autumn
or to crave for her sunny smile
when she's gone and
the winter's around the corner.How true indeed. :)
Well done.

[angliholic]

Very thought provoking and brilliant. The weather sure can be, uuum, troublesome.....

Thanks, Tony, for dropping by and the kind words.

[angliholic]

How true indeed. :)
Well done.

Thanks, kiz, for your praise.

[angliholic]

It's Been Ages

It's been ages since I
bathed myself in the soothing nature;
It's been ages since I
penned words praising the beautiful pasture;
It's been ages since I
slipped and ended up in the glacier.

[angliholic]

It's been ages since I
bathed myself in the soothing nature;
It's been ages since I
penned words praising the beautiful pasture;
It's been ages since I
slipped and ended up in the glacier.

[angliholic]

Just as I've forgotten all the dreams
I ever dreamed last night,
so I've forgotten all the promises
I ever made to you when young.
Since all the spring birds have long gone,
what's the use of reminiscing all the roses
that ever lingered on your face.

[kiz_paws]

Hey you, missed ya! ;)

Keep on writing, buddy!

[tailor STATELY]

Welcome back dear poet !

I pray the effects of your slip have healed.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

A warm welcome from me too. It´s nice to see you around again.
That is sad and beautiful:
"Since all the spring birds have long gone,
what's the use of reminiscing all the roses
that ever lingered on your face."

[angliholic]

Hey you, missed ya! ;)

Keep on writing, buddy!
Thanks, kiz, for your encouragement.

[angliholic]

Thanks, Tailor, for your reply and praying. It's life that we more often than not slip here and there.
I pray that you and your loved ones are all well and enjoy life.

[angliholic]

And thank you, Danik, for your warm welcome and hopefully i'm still able to write something beautiful.
Best regards to you

[angliholic]

While I'm relaxing
in the shade of a banyan tree,
early summer breeze is blowing
through my hair and caressing my face.
In no time,
I start to feel I'm living in Paradise,
when out of the blue comes a voice
into my head telling me~
somewhere in this subtropical island
there're rivers clogged with dense masses
of plastic bags and bottles.
While I'm craving to watch a butterfly,
fluttering here and there in the meadow,
like a vibrant pretty lass,
please be kind enough as not to remind me~
the girl, whose innocent smile
I once yearned madly for,
is fading and getting senile
like a yellow flower of yesterday.

[Danik 2016]

That´s beautiful too with its confrontation of yesterday/today; world of dreams and reality.

[angliholic]

Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and leaving your wonderful footprints

[angliholic]

If you're a purple-blue lavender
in full bloom,
sending invitations to the butterfly
will be like carrying coals to Newcastle~
They'll come flying around unerringly.
Notwithstanding,
how could my poem keep giving forth fragrance
in a thousand years?
When one day
you're faded and no more scented
like my monotonous poetry,
who'll bother to drop by
and read a page or two.

[kiz_paws]

Enjoyed these last two poems. :)

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed this last one very much too. I have the feeling that your poetry has matured.

[angliholic]

Enjoyed this last one very much too. I have the feeling that your poetry has matured.
Thanks, Danik, for dropping by again and your kind praise which sure inspires and encourages me to pen more

[angliholic]

You're most welcome
when bringing with you
abundant summer rain
to cool down
the sweltering hot afternoon a bit;
I don't even mind
you flood the streets of my town
or blow my roof off
as long as you never lay a finger
on the tender green weeping willow
near the little river;
she's been my bride since time immemorial,
forever young and elegant.
If you do,
you wreak havoc not only on
her long silky hair
but also on a world of fantasy.

[angliholic]

In the evening,
I was surprised to see
the rice in the fresh green paddy
was already harvested
even before it dawned on me
that the typhoon Maria
was expected to hit,
in a couple of day,
this paradise island, Formosa.
And I found no humble gleaners
but fine feathered songbirds,
busy silently collecting grains
strewn here and there in the field.
Perchance,
they have to labor, like me,
to make a living
from hand to mouth;
Hence,
can't be fully engaged in singing
tunefully and soulfully
every so often.

[kiz_paws]

I loved these last two poems, angli!

[angliholic]

I loved these last two poems, angli!
Thanks, kiz, for your encouragement which did magic to my muse

[angliholic]

I loved these last two poems, angli!
Thanks, kiz, for your encouragement which did magic to my muse

[angliholic]

Dear amigo,

I haven't heard from you in ages,
and since you live hundreds of miles away.
I'm eager to know~
has the leafy path leading to your hometown
been resplendent with different types of flowers yet?
If you don't complain to me of the falling petals
that are strewing everywhere and covering the ground,
I'll never complain to you of the sunset glow
that I miss in the evening
when I take a walk in the park.

[kiz_paws]

Lovely, Angli.
I always enjoy your descriptions of nature.

[angliholic]

Thanks, kiz, for your support again and again. You know a good poem is hard to come by. It needs not only inspiration but also encouragements from lots of supporters

[angliholic]

Since there're only a few grains left,
and there're too many fine feathered friends,
competing with one another for the delicacies,
I decide to take a rest~
no longer burying myself in gleaning,
but appreciating the serene field after harvesting.
Anyway,
eating too much makes me dizzy and ugly.
Why don't I just meditate for some time
to clear my mind?
Maybe later,
I'll come up with an inspirational song or something
from the ordinary countryside at the moment.

[kiz_paws]

Yes, good poems are indeed difficult to come by ... which is the reason that I rarely post one here, lol (unless you are talking about Lymericks or Haiku). :)

Keep posting, my friend. Your words are a welcome sight.

[angliholic]

Thanks, kiz, for your kind feedback. I'll keep posting though most of my writing are boring and meaningless. There's nothing to lose to keep writing. On the contrary, as least I have chances to use English and improve my lousy English once in a while.
Have a wonderful Sunday to you.

[Danik 2016]

I think you needn´t worry about the quality of your poetry. It seems to me very delicate and unique.

[angliholic]

I think you needn´t worry about the quality of your poetry. It seems to me very delicate and unique.

Thanks, Danik, for your most uplifting words which made my day. Indeed, I've never felt so thrilled and happy lately. Thanks again for your kind comment.

[angliholic]

Feeling like a soulless dimwit,
I can't think of anything
that's emotional or enchanting.
Is it because of the summer heat
or the lazy Sunday night?
I don't have the slightest idea myself.
All I'm curious to figure out is~
if a butterfly loses its exquisite colorful wings,
is it still worthy of its name?
Likewise,
if a human being loses all the passion
for aesthetics,
what's the meaning
of eating three meals a day?

[angliholic]

While the sun's sinking in the west,
carelessly
I walk to a mini park to stretch my legs.
On hearing the cicadas' shrilling
in full swing,
somehow, I fall into great despair.
Maybe,
it's the lazy season, or maybe
it's just the sentimental me.
And then,
there're little kids frolicking around
like many a carefree puppy.
They don't seem to be bothered a bit
by the cicadas' lamenting~~
lonely and melancholy as can be.
How is it possible for them to know
that I start fearing~~
the pitch black night is going
to take over this world sooner than later.

[kiz_paws]

Great imagery.
You ponder the questions eloquently, Angli. Well done.

[angliholic]

Great imagery.
You ponder the questions eloquently, Angli. Well done.
Thanks, kiz, for your positive comment again.

[angliholic]

You said,
you were a wind bell waiting for a breeze
to produce a melodious tinkling,
but you looked so rusty and ugly.
Though I never judged a book by its cover,
yet at first sight,
your clothing really dispelled me.
Not until I read your story,
did I see you still own a heart of gold~~
to help and protect the poor and the weak,
you're never daunted
when confronted with monstrous bullies
in spite of the fact that
you're no better than the poor and the weak.
Yellow bells have always mesmerized me
whenever I run across one,
yet now to my mind,
you're the most enthralling bell of all
whether rusty or not.








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[kiz_paws]

I liked that, Angli!
Some good advice there, too. :)

[angliholic]

Thanks, Kiz, for dropping by again.

[angliholic]

My youth has gone
with the wistful spring dream,
starting off like a blue morning glory,
so romantic and intoxicating,
yet fleeting like falling petals in the evening,
so sentimental and gloomy,
and ending up in extreme inner melancholy
all life long.
Therefore,
it's meaningless to stay up late
since there's no more a starry night
to look forward to tonight.

[angliholic]

It has been a fabulous sunny winter day,
yet I didn't feel like stepping outside
or taking a walk in the morning
to take a look at all those evergreen trees
swaying in the sunshine,
let alone writing a poem or something
to praise the unexpected warm weather.
However,
I'm now feeling eager to jot down whatever
comes to mind
simply because I have to hit the road
before it gets pitch black.

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed your poem... weather not unlike ours in the California Gold Country today... a brief respite from the sorely needed rain.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

Enjoyed your poem... weather not unlike ours in the California Gold Country today... a brief respite from the sorely needed rain.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thank you, Tailor, for the encouraging comment. YOu've been so kind to my lousy poetry.

[angliholic]

Before setting off on a journey
around this vanity world,
I had made a vow to gather for you
at least a huge emerald.

Now I'm back,
weather-beaten as well as black and blue,
yet without any gemstone in my pocket.
I don't know how to face the music
and especially you
though my heart has turned humble
and my love pure
as the bunch of white jasmine flowers
I bring for you.

[tailor STATELY]

YOu've been so kind to my lousy poetry.... I find your poetry refreshing in its honesty. You paint words with a brush of life and light that I rarely see and find endearing. For instance this last offering, in your inimitable minimalistic style, tells the story of high hopes and expectations, and subsequent disappointment of perceived failure at attaining your high goals in a world full of vanity; scarred yet hopeful in reunion with your love in a most humble way. Keep writing in the knowledge that your poetry is greatly appreciated.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

... I find your poetry refreshing in its honesty. You paint words with a brush of life and light that I rarely see and find endearing. For instance this last offering, in your inimitable minimalistic style, tells the story of high hopes and expectations, and subsequent disappointment of perceived failure at attaining your high goals in a world full of vanity; scarred yet hopeful in reunion with your love in a most humble way. Keep writing in the knowledge that your poetry is greatly appreciated.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks, Tailor, again for your fabulous feedback which is a great writing in itself, so I keep reading it again and again to learn how to use advanced English.

[angliholic]

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[angliholic]

I can hear the rain outside,
from noon till night,
pattering down on my canopy,
and the air is getting colder around me.
I remember
I used to loathe those frigid wet winter days,
but now they don't seem to bother me at all.
Is it because Christmas is near
or because my vegetable garden
needs rainwater badly?
I don't know, and I couldn't care less.
All I care is whether
you're still happy and smiling
even when
the sun won't rise or shine tomorrow.

[Buh4Bee]

What a lovely poem!

[tonywalt]

Love this one!

[angliholic]

What a lovely poem!
Thanks, Buh4Bee, for dropping in and leaving most uplifting words.



Love this one!
Thanks, Tonywalt, for your kind feedback which gives me reasons to pen more.

[angliholic]

In the wake of a cold air mass
along with a spell of winter rain,
a fine yet cloudy day finally follows
on this subtropical Formosa.
Thus,
accompanied by a chilly breeze
I jubilantly go for a ramble around the park.
In all honesty,
I'm old as the frigid season itself,
yet I experience a feeling of great beatitude
not because the trees still remain green
in the Christmas holidays
but because I'm firmly convinced that
like a tender blade of grass,
I'll be refreshing
and rejuvenescent in next life.

[angliholic]

細雨紛飛屋上瓦，
萬里馳騁半步難，
閉目養神元氣增，
半卷書開知識增


Light rain keeps drizzling, flying
and dancing on the roof tiles.
Thus, it's daunting
to step outside for just half a foot,
let alone
to gallop like a wild horse
in the field for thousands of miles.
So the next best thing
is to close my eyes
and meditate for a while.
Later,
I might just as well half-open a scroll
to enhance my knowledge.

A friend of mine wrote the Chinese poem in the above and I translated it for him into the English version.

[angliholic]

In between biting cold winds,
I barely survive the icy night.
Luckily,
I have cotton quilts to warm my body
along with my soul.
When I wake up to the fact
that this picturesque earth
we temporarily call home
is nothing more than a capricious world,
my life has been fleeting away
like a dream.

[angliholic]

Last year,
I know,
I was a silkworm~
to protect myself from predators
and frigid temperatures,
I spun a cocoon
and trapped myself in the tapering prison.
Though I felt safe and cozy inside,
I didn't have the slightest idea of the truth
about the world outside.
This year,
I've made up my mind
to become a summer breeze,
to squeeze through the cell bars,
to warm up whomever I run across,
and to bring a smile
to their frozen faces
during the severe inclement weather.

[angliholic]

On this freezing cold morning,
it suddenly stopped raining for a while,
and I gave you my promise
to go plucking some vegetables in the garden.
To my great delight,
the marigolds were in full bloom,
and they were so dazzling
that I was enamored and picked countless home.
Sorry, no green foods for the abdomen,
but the fragrant flowers are certain
to put a smile on your lips for days to come.

[tonywalt]

Love this exquisite pieces!

[angliholic]

Love this exquisite pieces!

Thanks, Tonywalt, for reading and your exquisite feedback. I really love it.

[angliholic]

When I came across Humpty Dumpty,
the one who sat on the wall
and had a great fall,
I was twenty,
and couldn't but wonder what moral
it tried hard to convey to me.
Now all the king's horses and all the king's men
can't put me together again
since I've had many a great fall on the journey.
Life is so cruel
that I've learned my lesson well.
That said,
if there weren't cracks in a tea egg,
how could it be fragrant and flavorful?

[angliholic]

It's been an eon
since I last came across you
in my old hometown.
You were most fragrant
from spring to summer.
How I admired you
as a youngster!
It's the season of hibernation again,
and I'm thinking of you.
Thinking~
Perchance,
there'll be a strong cold air mass
or a star war tomorrow,
yet you still keep calm and elegance
in a remote countryside.

[angliholic]

Early tomorrow morning,
I'm more willing
to get up even before the sunshine
in this coldest season
when mosquitoes don't fly.
You may ask why?
Because I will scamper to a badminton hall,
and swing my racket like a maul.
I'm so thrilled now
that I can't hit the straw.
After the sweaty exercise
comes the rejuvenating hot shower,
but the best is yet to come.
An all-you-can-eat buffet
is the highlight of the following day
and the joy of my life.
You may well blame me
for this mundane life,
but who's wise enough to reach nirvana?

[angliholic]

Don't you ever feel sorrow.
In spite of the fact that
you're a yellow flower of yesterday,
I'll treasure you today and tomorrow
as you're still a bud in May.

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoying your poems. :)

I like the phrase yellow flower of yesterday you allude to in this poem (and other poems in the past).

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

Enjoying your poems. :)

I like the phrase yellow flower of yesterday you allude to in this poem (and other poems in the past).

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks, Tailor, for your kind comment again. Flower of yesterday is actually our way of expressing a girl having passed her prime because I like it so much that I translate it into English literally.

[angliholic]

Supposing to be immortal
is to live like the living dead endlessly,
and eventually turn into a faded rose petal,
or a withered weeping willow.
Supposing it's frightful to think of tomorrow,
and life is not so much blissful as sorry,
I'd choose to be a morning glory,
smiling gorgeously in the morning
and floating handsomely away in the evening.

[angliholic]

On this chilly morning,
again I stepped on the walking path
to the badminton hall on a certain campus.
While wondering why
I didn't feel especially cold,
I became aware of those pine trees
that lined the path
and kept the cold winds away from me.
Then I recalled~
as a boy,
I, more than once, felt pity for them
because I could roam about and see the world
whereas they couldn't.
In a blink of an eye,
decades of years has flown away.
While wondering why
I have to go down this path every day,
I begin to envy them
because they needn't be on the move all the time
to earn a living or to stay healthy.

[angliholic]

Is it for real
that you moved to a garden named ideal?
I had meant to present you with
a bunch of yellow roses,
but I didn't have chances.
Fortunately,
it doesn't really matter
because those flowers are meaningless,
compared with your grace and beauty.
Without rhyme or reason,
the rain simply keeps falling tonight
during this dry season,
and it's freezing cold in the middle of the night.
However,
what exactly saddens me
is not the wintry weather
but you that disappeared without a trace.

[angliholic]

Treading alone on the way home,
around noontime,
on the walking path
lined with evergreen pines,
all of a sudden,
I woke up to the warm sunshine
that was spreading brightly
over the grass, the trees and my body.
It came to mind that
if you ask me
which I need most in life,
the winter sunshine or you?
Without a doubt,
my answer is of course not the former.
Albeit it can light my way home,
yet without you,
a home is nothing but a house.

[angliholic]

Casually catching a glimpse of a swan
flying high and gracefully
with those carefree white clouds
in the blue nostalgic sky,
how I, like an ugly humble toad
on a well trodden road,
wish to be a celestial being
in the likely afterlife!
Suppose
a toad is never tired of earning a living
by snatching
and feeding on mosquitoes
in gloomy miserable ghettos,
why would I complain
about the suffering of a human being
when getting senile and ill?

[angliholic]

Supposing to be a celestial being
is to give up numerous things of beauty
in this mundane world,
I think
I'm able to withstand the temptation
of heavenly sweet nectar,
to resist the attractive and seductive looks
of an exuberant peach,
or to stand fast against the allure
of whether Helen or Siren.
But if it means to see you no longer
either in this life or in next life,
I'm willing to be forever a human being.

[Jerrybaldy]

You my friend are a trooper. And a poet. I have a lot of respect for you.

[tonywalt]

You have amazing and prolific art. 6 years, relentless. Deep Bow,

[angliholic]

You my friend are a trooper. And a poet. I have a lot of respect for you.
Thanks, Jerrybaldy, for your kind words and the feedback. Compared with your sublime and advanced writing, mine is like a schoolboy's doing homework.


You have amazing and prolific art. 6 years, relentless. Deep Bow,
Thanks, Tony, for your often encouragement. Well actually, writing English poetry is my way of practicing English. Otherwise, I have really few chances of using English.

[angliholic]

When uncle Sun was still sleepy eyed,
I was treading a walking path
to the badminton hall on a certain campus.
To my amazement,
there were already some ducks swimming deftly
and smoothly in a freezing winter pond.
At first glance,
they were as graceful and happy
as they had been in summertime,
and I really admired them
because I guessed
they were the luckiest ones on earth.
Nonetheless,
the moment when I noticed
they kept putting their heads under the icy water
to catch fish or some minnows,
I thought otherwise.
Thanks to those feathered creatures,
I think
I'm now able to appreciate what little I have
and don't envy what others have.
I may be as poor as a church mouse,
but at least
I'm as free as a breeze.

[angliholic]

You say
how silly I am
never to decline the striking colors
and inviting aroma of roses
though having been pricked by their thorns
time after time!
But I guess,
it's you, as a matter of fact,
that are absolutely miserable,
and I really take pity on you.
To my surprise,
there has been lot of bitterness
lying hidden in the depths of your mind
simply because
you were once barked at
by some mean dogs.
From then on,
you never thought there might be
sweet memories that were worth remembering
in this quite pleasant universe.

[angliholic]

When the smiling sun was sprinkling
warmth and grace on the field this morning,
everything was turning so pleasant and lush green.
That really came as a surprise;
Notwithstanding,
I had no expectations for the coming
of the most delightful season so soon
because, only yesterday, it was still shivering cold.
On a different note,
whether there's a captivating daffodil
or an unrestrained tempest waiting for me
on the journey ahead,
does it, in fact, make much difference anyway?
Don't I have to keep my composure as usual,
living every day peacefully,
and sleeping every night soundly?

[angliholic]

Little flower in the alley,
I'm sorry,
but I have to bid you adieu.
It's not that
I can't appreciate you
but that
the small corner occasionally
makes me blue.

[angliholic]

Supposing spring is a poem,
a most mesmerizing poem,
then I won't bother
about the tedious anatomy of beauty.
All I need to do is relax
and savor the most fragrant season
while lying in the green grass
and bathed in the gracious sunshine.

[angliholic]

Perhaps,
it's the lush green valley
that's lying serenely in idyllic sunshine.
Perhaps,
it's the vibrant colored butterfly
that's caught in an unexpected shower of petals.
Perhaps,
it's the leaves of an evergreen tree
that's swaying gently in an enjoyable breeze.
Perhaps,
your spring landscape
is made up of these wonders of beautiful nature.
Nevertheless,
you'll never know~
without seeing you in the picture,
the winter snow inside me will never thaw.

[angliholic]

After a rich meal,
if you ask me how I feel,
my eyelids are leaden
with sheep and pain,
and my body heavy
as an overloaded airplane.
Now that my muse has left me
and vanished in a puff of smoke,
is it not a silly joke
that I still hope I can pen poetry
and wish it would be ethereal
as a fantastic fairy?

[angliholic]

I can't remember
exactly when
I no longer
aspired to set off for cloud nine.
You might mistakenly
consider that I don't relish the feeling
of sitting on a gold mine,
but the plain truth is
that I'm more afraid of falling,
sooner than later,
down from the heaven,
so high and sublime.

[angliholic]

Not born with a silver spoon
in my mouth,
I dare not
compare my humble life
with that of prince Charming.
If I do,
I will be choked with rage.
Nevertheless,
I feel more at ease
to be a dandelion or a weed,
living in the middle of nowhere.
Though neglected,
once in a while,
I feel blissfully gratified
by a dewdrop, grace from above.

[angliholic]

You say,
you dreamed of a lion and Armstrong
yesterday and today.
My pleasure to assure you~
there's nothing wrong
just as I, too,
simply adore a blue lotus,
entrancing and profound as a myosotis.

[angliholic]

Curling Wisp of Smoke,

May I ask
why it's so easy to fall for you
and which way you're drifting away
with my fickle inspiration?
People warn me
against chasing you,
for it'll be futile
as chasing a will-o'-the-wisp.
If only my poetry would be ethereal
and elegant as you.
I won't feel regretful
even though
I have to spend my whole life.