The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

You're such a nuisance,
not because you suck my blood
when there isn't any flower bud,
but because you remind me of my first love
in fancy dress.
I really don't mind
she stole my heart,
but can't forget
those numerous sleepless nights
you and she leave for me.

[angliholic]

If worrying
might prevent a delightful alpine gold
from getting old,
or stop your love from fading away,
or protect your silky tresses from turning gray,
then keep worrying.

[angliholic]

It was a pity
that I didn't get the hang
of making peace
in a pond full of geese.
It didn't dawn on me
that I was genuinely
a silly goose
until I woke up to the truth
that I failed to dance gracefully
like a swan.
Laboring under the illusion
that I was an elegant swan,
I eventually
cooked my own goose
and paid a heavy price.

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks, Jerrybaldy, for your kind words and the feedback. Compared with your sublime and advanced writing, mine is like a schoolboy's doing homework.


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.

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

[angliholic]

Nonsense Angli. It’s all subjective. You write over and over with no response and never prevents you or discourages your next post. You are heroic. I have the utmost respect for you.
Thanks, Jerrybaldy, for the generous words, which are really encouraging, but as I mentioned earlier, the main purpose I penned in English is to practice and use English as often as possible. Secondly, I'm more than thankful for this place to save all of my pieces without paying any rent.

[angliholic]

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

[prendrelemick]

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

[prendrelemick]

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



Another good one.

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

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

~~written before a high school reunion



懷念

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

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

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

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

[tailor STATELY]

:)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

:)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks, Stately, for dropping by.

[angliholic]

:)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks, Stately, for dropping by.

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

Please don't put me in jail
or even laugh at me
if I'm still writing romantic poetry
at the age of ninety.
First of all,
I will neither rob you of your lily,
nor will I steal your daisy.
Last but not least,
it's my personal belief~
romance will always keep me busy
as well as
oblivious of being doddery.

[Danik 2016]

We won´t, dear Angliholik. We are very proud of your delicate, nostalgic poems.

[angliholic]

We won´t, dear Angliholik. We are very proud of your delicate, nostalgic poems.

Thanks, Danik, for the kind words. Have missed you for a long while.

[angliholic]

I guess
you never dreamed that one day
you might lose your glory
and be as humble as the grass.
Likewise,
I never realized that one day
I might be
able to appreciate a faded poppy
until yesterday
when time transformed me
into an old dog from a puppy.

[angliholic]

On the grounds that
it keeps raining cats and dogs
all day long
in this part of the world,
I feel so distraught that
I've forgotten what to say to you.
The only thing I can remember is,
in a few words,
"Life's simply an echo."
Therefore,
I have to let you go
although you're as beguiling
as a red poppy in spring
which I've always been longing for.

[angliholic]

One day
when we live to the age
of an old oak tree,
and we still have courage
to stay on this stage,
I guess
all we need is not a wheelchair
or crutches
but a young heart.

[angliholic]

My devotion to you is
like a candle
that burns itself every dark night
until there're no more tears
to shed
simply to light up your life.

[angliholic]

Considering
my rose isn't willing to bloom
without her thorn,
to avoid being forlorn,
I might just as well cut off my horn,
and transform
myself into a vulnerable deer,
hoping
she might hug me dear
once in a blue moon.

[angliholic]

If you're wondering
why I dress like a yellow jacket
this morning,
please give a glance
at the gloomy cloudy sky
and you'll see why.
I have no alternative
but to vary my clothing
to appear a bit cheerful
seeing that
I can't change the mournful
howling of the wind.

[angliholic]

Thanks to the dog poop
you just stepped on,
you felt woeful and helpless
all the morning.
Please smile and be happy;
it's not because I'm going to give you
a bunch of white carnations
but because it's a long lane
that has no turning.

[angliholic]

You said,
you adore me
for my being nimble and witty
as an eloquent brook.
On the contrary,
the reason
I love to be around you
is that you are always so willowy
and tranquil
as a weeping willow.

[angliholic]

Who said that
the good old times,
in view of the small number,
are worth our treasuring?
I'm sorry, but I beg to differ.
Had it not been for you,
they'd simply be black and blue.
Thanks to you,
they're fragrant as thyme
and worth our reminiscing
for a lifetime.

[angliholic]

Those words
you blurted out
in a careless way
were like a cold air mass
in the dead of winter.
I got blown farther away
in a serious manner
than you could guess.
.

[angliholic]

Let's wait for a sunny day
and be my guest in May.
We can shoot the breeze
or blow our own horn
while savoring wine and cheese
as long as
we're careful enough not to shoot
ourselves in the foot.

[angliholic]

If you're not an expert
in climbing a tree,
don't ever feel upset
because you're not a monkey.
I know
I'm not cut out for music
but I've never felt pathetic.
If, by chance,
there're a couple of people
who enjoy reading my poetry,
then I'm lucky
enough to be good at graffiti.
If not, at least,
I'm a big eater
as well as
a useful fertilizer maker.

[angliholic]

Rhododendrons,
the harbinger of your spring,
are blooming
here and there
in a beautiful mess.
Seeing that
I'm nothing but
the early spring rain,
a wet blanket,
that's going
to ruin your good times
sooner than later,
I guess
I might as well
bid you adieu,
cap in hand,
and leave this verdant garden
with you and your spring.

[angliholic]

Isn't it a great blessing
if you come to visit with me
on this cold rainy day
in early spring?
We'll drink hot tea
while chatting about the day
when we were young as a sapling.
I won't feel gloomy
if you're busy as a bee
and can't make it here.
It's not that
I don't appreciate your company
but that
I've long learned how to enjoy
my serenity on my own.

[kiz_paws]

Angli, such wonderful writing! I have missed you so! Keep up the good work,
K♥zzo

[angliholic]

Angli, such wonderful writing! I have missed you so! Keep up the good work,
K♥zzo

Thanks, Kiz, for the encouraging words again. You seem very busy lately, don't you?

[angliholic]

It seems to have been raining
so endlessly
that I can't recall precisely
the way a sunflower's smiling
and the day
when you were beaming
like a yellow daisy.
It seems to have been pouring
so eternally
that I have forgot how to dream
though I still pen a poem
or two when the sky is gray.

[angliholic]

Supposing you're smiling
at me in the early morning
like spring sunshine,
I'll surely be on cloud nine.
If you're wearing a stepmom's face
and storming into my place,
like a fickle sudden shower,
I won't be in deep agony.
On the contrary,
I'll stay cool as a cucumber
instead of losing my temper.
Now matter how you treat me,
I'm still the same me.

[angliholic]

If a poem of high class
can be likened to a pretty lass,
then I'll fall surely
head over heels in love with her
at first sight.
Indubitably,
I'll gasp and sigh
because she's not not graceful
but also witty and meaningful.
The more I read her,
the more I learned from her.

[kiz_paws]

Your poetry flows so beautifully, enjoyed so much, Angli! :)

[angliholic]

Your poetry flows so beautifully, enjoyed so much, Angli! :)

Thanks, kiz, for your kind words as always.

Stay blessed.

[angliholic]

Your poetry flows so beautifully, enjoyed so much, Angli! :)

Thanks, kiz, for your kind words as always.

Stay blessed.

[angliholic]

I couldn't figure out why
an endearing girl like you
might be so talkative and fidgety.
After storming noisily
the whole night through,
it's calmed down eventually.
Glancing at the clear blue sky
I guess I know why
and can empathize with you.

[angliholic]

If you dared to lay a finger on me
when I was a young caterpillar,
you'd live to regret it,
which was obvious as stings from a bee.
Seeing that I've sorted my life out,
I guess
it's better to be a gracious cherry tree
than a caterpillar or a hedgehog.
Therefore,
it doesn't really matter
if you smear me with bulls***t
because I won't pay you back with pitch
but lots of sweet cherry blossoms,
and that's mother wit.

[kiz_paws]

Enjoyed, Angli! :)

[tonywalt]

love this

[angliholic]

Enjoyed, Angli! :)
Thanks, kiz, for dropping by.


love this

Thanks, Tony, for reading.

[angliholic]

Enjoyed, Angli! :)
Thanks, kiz, for dropping by.


love this

Thanks, Tony, for reading.

[angliholic]

If you still bear in mind that
I once say~
I had a crush on your rosy tulips,
I have to beg your pardon!
It's been a long time
since I forgot the red roses in spring,
not to mention the fact that
another summer's coming to an end.
Now I fancy waiting in a quiet woods,
waiting for the leaves on the trees
to turn yellow again
so that I may float away with them.

[Danik 2016]

Dear Angliholic,
I hope you have made a copy of all your beautiful, delicate poems. Better not to post anything on LitNet until the storm is over.

[angliholic]

Dear Angliholic,
I hope you have made a copy of all your beautiful, delicate poems. Better not to post anything on LitNet until the storm is over.

Thanks, Danik, for reading and the nice comment, but what's the storm?

[tailor STATELY]

Beautiful poem :)

I believe Danik 2016 is referring to the current spam storm; wise council (backup/backup/backup).

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

Beautiful poem :)

I believe Danik 2016 is referring to the current spam storm; wise council (backup/backup/backup).

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks, Tailor for your explanation and kindness.

[Danik 2016]

@Sorry, angli,

Saw your question only just now. Thanks for explaining, Tailor!

[angliholic]

@Sorry, angli,

Saw your question only just now. Thanks for explaining, Tailor!

Thanks, Danik, for the reply. Stay blessed.

[angliholic]

Had it not been for fresh cool mornings,
butterflies lingering among marigolds,
and afternoon rain showers,
I don't know
how I could've survived the sizzling summer.
While the trees are turning yellow,
I choose to be oblivious of the deadly winter's
just around the corner.
Instead,
I'd rather turn my head
to gaze at their brilliant gold color
and to appreciate the remaining beauty of life
if I hope to stay blessed.

[Danik 2016]

Hi, Angliholic,

It is a special pleasure to read your poem after the long spamstorm we had the last days.
A charming sing of recovery from you, probably our oldest poet!

"I choose to be oblivious of the deadly winter's
just around the corner.
Instead,
I'd rather turn my head
to gaze at their brilliant gold color
and to appreciate the remaining beauty of life
if I hope to stay blessed."

Wise words!

[Pompey Bum]

Had it not been for fresh cool mornings,
butterflies lingering among marigolds,
and afternoon rain showers,
I don't know
how I could've survived the sizzling summer.
While the trees are turning yellow,
I choose to be oblivious of the deadly winter's
just around the corner.
Instead,
I'd rather turn my head
to gaze at their brilliant gold color
and to appreciate the remaining beauty of life
if I hope to stay blessed.

You're poetry has always been too Emo for me, Angli, but I understand and concede and everything else that it's not "for me" and doesn't have to be. Your images and especially the sounds that accompany them are--not lushly beautiful but gently beautiful, like wind chimes. If I find the struggle to stay blessed more of a slog, well that's my struggle. Bless you just the same.

[angliholic]

You're poetry has always been too Emo for me, Angli, but I understand and concede and everything else that it's not "for me" and doesn't have to be. Your images and especially the sounds that accompany them are--not lushly beautiful but gently beautiful, like wind chimes. If I find the struggle to stay blessed more of a slog, well that's my struggle. Bless you just the same.
Thanks, Pompey, for dropping in and the wonderful feedback. And sorry for the belated reply because of some unexplainable reasons.

[angliholic]

I woke up this morning
and noticed that
winter was sneaking up on me.
Why didn't anyone remind me that
the season of colorful leaves falling
had vanished into thin air.
Now I feel like a fading morning glory~
too exhausted and reluctant to step outside
and check out what flowers are in season.
I think, in the long run,
I have to face the music~
Far far away have my daydreaming days gone
when I could lie willfully
under an old banyan tree
watching white clouds floating up in the sky
or savoring a winding stream nearby
gurgling.

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed very much.

My favorite lines:
Far far away have my daydreaming days gone
when I could lie willfully
under an old banyan tree
watching white clouds floating up in the sky
or savoring a winding stream nearby

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Glad that you are back with your delicate, nostalgic verses:
"Why didn't anyone remind me that
the season of colorful leaves falling
had vanished into thin air."
It will be back, I trust. And you will be writing about it.

[angliholic]

Enjoyed very much.

My favorite lines:
Far far away have my daydreaming days gone
when I could lie willfully
under an old banyan tree
watching white clouds floating up in the sky
or savoring a winding stream nearby

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Thanks, Tailor, for dropping by and leaving your wonderful feedback here.


Glad that you are back with your delicate, nostalgic verses:
"Why didn't anyone remind me that
the season of colorful leaves falling
had vanished into thin air."
It will be back, I trust. And you will be writing about it.
Thanks, Danik, for reading and your most uplifting words. I try hard to write beautiful pieces but I'm afraid that my muse is getting senile and dotted.

[angliholic]

Who was to blame?
When you were one and twenty
and charming as a purple water lily,
who wouldn't fall head over heels in love
with your bewitching smile
and became lame?
After the thief of youth and beauty
has stolen all of your colorful petals,
I can't help ruminating~
did I really fall in love with you
or simply with a pretty flower?
Seeing that you're not at all impeccable
as I am not, either,
I only have myself to thank.

[angliholic]

It was by sheer chance
that we ran across each other
just like two tumbleweeds rolling together
in a wasteland.
Although I'm not exactly your prince charming,
yet I'm sincere and keep smiling;
therefore,
please be kind and patient to me
because it's for sure
that we'll go our own way
sooner or later.

[angliholic]

While the wind's howling outside,
you don't need to keep reminding me
of those good old days
we had in warmer weather.
I do really remember and appreciate them,
but I don't believe
the summer sunshine is able
to disperse this iciness in cold winter.
In this bleak season,
I've lost my primitive instinct--dreaming.

[angliholic]

Don't make fun of me
because my face's wrinkly
as the small dimples on the water
made by a breeze.
Please don't taunt me
because my hair's grayer
than all the snow on the trees
in gloomy winter.
Despite being melancholy
as a lonesome caterpillar,
I've come to treasure your honey
just like the eternal verity.

[angliholic]

Forget about me
just as I've forgotten
all the stories of leaf shooting
in many a spring,
and I'll forget about you
just as you've forgotten
all the rumors of my returning
from a far away journey.

[Danik 2016]

A hearty wellcome, angliholic!

It´s good to be able to read your poems again.

[angliholic]

A hearty wellcome, angliholic!

It´s good to be able to read your poems again.

Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and the kind words again. It's good to know that all's well under the attack of covid-19.

[angliholic]

Don't ask me
whether I'm in the mood for
appreciating April showers
after it's been raining relentlessly
for a couple of days.
What's more,
if you, in a couple of weeks,
may not bring me your graciousness,
what's the use of
a world of May flowers?

[angliholic]

I can't believe
I didn't stop to admire those small flowers
that I came across this evening
on my way to the park
though I was captivated
by their delightful colors
at first sight.
They were like shiny stars dotting the green grass
of the meadow,
which reminded me that it was April
and a day ago
there were showers after rain showers.
With the day getting dark,
I could only walk by,
wishing
some puppies would come running
and cherish those adorable sweeties
on my behalf.

[angliholic]

I know now
how painfully wrong I was
to have believed in the saying
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
You'd never know
how many times my heart was cut into pieces
by a knife
whenever I thought a poppy
might lose all its bewitching petals sooner or later.
How ironically true it is
only through making up my mind
never to leave you
even though you've lost both rosy cheeks,
can I emancipate myself
from deep anguish
and redeem my peaceful mind!

[angliholic]

It was a long time ago,
and I've forgotten the exact day
when I stopped wishing~
You be forever young and enchanting!
Anyway,
so long as you wear a big smile on your face
today and tomorrow,
I don't mind at all
whether your hair's getting gray
or there're countless wrinkles on your face.

[angliholic]

My dear,

Don't let tear drops
roll down your aging face
so easily
when you see red petals
falling off your rose in spring.
Save some for the winter
when your favorite cherry tree
may lose all its leaves.

[tailor STATELY]

Melancholy, tears, and reflection... thank you for your poetry in these times.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[angliholic]

Melancholy, tears, and reflection... thank you for your poetry in these times.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

Thank you, Tailor, for reading and leaving behind your most uplifting encouragement.

[angliholic]

With a view to being capable
of appreciating a boundless blue sky
now and forevermore,
I'm all ready
to take a step back
before a volcano eruption,
or before hitting the ceiling.

[angliholic]

On the outside,
I can clearly hear
the melancholy sound of the winter wind,
yet, how should I begin
explaining to you
that I'm no more a lost sheep?
Just as
I'm not wrenching my heart again,
simply because the swaying poppies in June
are nowhere to be found
in this wind howling season,
so am I no longer a moody man,
simply because your naive smiles in summer
are missing forever and ever.

[Danik 2016]

Beautiful verses, Angliholic. Welcome back!

[angliholic]

Beautiful verses, Angliholic. Welcome back!

Thanks, Danik, for the forever nice comment.

[angliholic]

A voice inside of me
keeps telling me
that I should pick up my pen,
though ancient and rusty,
to write a poem once again,
not for the weather suddenly getting icy cold,
but for someone
who keeps waiting to hear from me
on the far side of the sea.

[WolfLarsen]

I like it!

[angliholic]

I like it!

Thanks, WolfLarsen, for dropping by and leaving encouraging words.

[angliholic]

It seems only yesterday
that I was twenty and two,
as most young men would do,
I'd linger away
my precious golden morning
around many a poppy,
swaying and hypnotizing
at a sea bay.
Now that the sun is setting,
I'm more like an old humble squirrel,
busy searching for a cozy tree hole.
I couldn't care less
if any young man comes
and plucks all the flowers home
as long as I still treasure
their intoxicating beauty
during my hibernation
in the freezing cold weather.

[Danik 2016]

Thanks for this beautiful and true comeback, Angly!

[angliholic]

Thanks for this beautiful and true comeback, Angly!

Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and leaving beautiful footprints here.

[angliholic]

Wouldn't it be better
for us
to miss each other
than to meet each other?
It's not that
I'm not reminiscing
about a lass
radiant with rosy clouds,
but that
it's been ages
since I quit dreaming
of travelling
to numerous far off places~
no more stories
to tell you face to face.

[angliholic]

I'm so grateful to you
for shining brightly and warmly
during the daytime
in the cold winter
that I feel like crying and shedding tears.
If you remember to bring
a couple of fragrant small white flowers
to those jasmine twigs
in front of my house,
just as you did in July,
it'll be as good as a miracle.
I still have this blissful memory~
when young as April rain
you kept showering May flowers
onto my garden
in the most delightful season.
Therefore,
promise me that
you won't turn yourself again
into Cinderella's stepmother
while the night curtain is falling.

[tonywalt]

love these!

[angliholic]

love these!

Thanks, Tony, for reading and your encouragement.

[angliholic]

Rumor has it that
those who find comfort in yellow dandelions
in autumn are lonely people.
However,
tonight I simply find a lamppost,
shivering alone
at a chilly street corner.
Watching motorcycles and cars
bustling around this small town,
and all the busy breadwinners
in a hurry going home,
I could only wish
everything's all right
with those little humble flowers,
once blooming massively and delightfully
in my wasteland.

[Buh4Bee]

Just like good eats- this is good reads! Always enjoy!

[angliholic]

Just like good eats- this is good reads! Always enjoy!

Thanks, Buh4Bee, for the encouragement. Last night, it leaped to mind that I'm not a poet but a trash producing loser. I was wondering if I should keep painting graffiti or not.
Really appreciate your kind words.

[angliholic]

If you wish me to be as honest
as a mirror pond,
I'd rather
you dropped in on me
when the twigs were budding.
Nonetheless,
you still make up your mind
to come visiting
this humble side of the fence
where the grass is less green
in the evening of early winter
just when I least expect.
If you showed up a bit earlier, say,
in the season of petals scattering
all over the path,
we would go, hand in hand, for a stroll,
all the way
joy written on our face,
to the woods
to watch the leaves turning yellow.
Without thinking twice,
I put up an umbrella
to keep out the rain and the icy wind,
but ...
how should I also find a way
to keep out the everlasting melancholy
in this season of dismay?

[angliholic]

My cheeks flushed for a moment
with embarrassment
when I read what you said
about my style of poetry~
always so beautifully mellow,
which brings to you
a feeling of contentment~
I'm too bashful to assume
that my poems are entrancing
as a dancing poppy,
or the lily in the valley,
but I'd prefer them to be
anonymous little flowers
always waiting by the roadside
in the middle of nowhere,
to soothe one or two
weather-beaten lonely travelers
once in a long while.

[Buh4Bee]

That's why your poems are so enjoyable. For the lonely particularly! At least for me! Thanks for the read.

[angliholic]

If you ever wonder why
I haven't dropped by your mountain hut
for a long while,
carrying with me
a guitar and a white daisy,
and if you assume
I'm afraid of the icy winds howling
like ghosts and demons,
or that
the endless road is as bumpy as winding,
you're as wrong as assuming
jasmine's still blooming in November.
Maybe, you can reveal your true colors
and still assume
it's romantic and charming
to wear a fresh daisy in gray hair
while playing the guitar,
yet I'm just bashful as a leaf of mimosa.

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed that flowery poem! So glad you are back!

[Danik 2016]

Lonely travelers. That it us, remaining litneters.

[angliholic]

That's why your poems are so enjoyable. For the lonely particularly! At least for me! Thanks for the read.

Thanks, Buh4Bee, for dropping by again and leaving the kind words for me, which are sure my spiritual food to keep on writing.

[angliholic]

Enjoyed that flowery poem! So glad you are back!
Thanks, Danik, it's so wonderful to read your positive feedback. I'm glad too. I have nothing to lose~if there's no one care to read my graffiti, at least I'm improving my English.


Lonely travelers. That it us, remaining litneters.

Yes, we're all lovely travelers in this world.

[angliholic]

It's almost midnight
on this side of the ocean.
If you, all unknowingly, can't doze off,
just as, for no good reason at all,
the cold weather has been here to stay,
why not get up and write a poem?
If it is not touching and picturesque enough,
why not hit the bed again
and appeal to Venus for mercy
in your dream?
And, if you still can't fall asleep,
try replacing your pillow
with a book of poetry.

[Buh4Bee]

Ha! At the end of the day, before going to sleep the book is still our best friend. Cheers! Have fun writing!

[angliholic]

Ha! At the end of the day, before going to sleep the book is still our best friend. Cheers! Have fun writing!

Thank you, Buh, for dropping by again the kind words. Cheers! We all need warm comfort in the ruthless wintry world.

[angliholic]

Let the rain keep on falling
until our hearts grow mold.
For no good reason at all,
why must the sky be so sentimental?
It's only the season
when cypresses getting bald,
once so lush green and tall,
before wild geese fly southward,
before our smiles get freezing cold.
Let the rain keep on falling,
all I need is
a good and deep slumber
in this ruthless winter.
By the way,
in case little birds are coming back
and chirping again in the garden of early spring,
you can save all the trouble
of giving me a morning call.
All I need is
a long and peaceful slumber.
Let the rain keep on falling.

[angliholic]

It's as conspicuous
as a blue morning glory
becoming falling petals of sorry
the moment when the sun's setting,
the moment when magpies no longer singing.
Yet at the age of flowery youth,
how should I know the truth?
I was just a tender callow fellow.
All I craved was the red apple
shining on your face,
and never thought twice
whether it'd be shrinking or wrinkling
in gloomy weather.
Nevertheless, don't be suspicious
that I'll leave you
the day when swallows are migrating.
Just as a moth keeps dancing
around the flame of a candle
without rhyme or reason,
I'm more than willing to be with you
this life and the next
until you forget the meanings of blue.

[angliholic]

Tonight,
I'm sleepless again
like a burning candle, flickering alone
in the dim light,
and racking my brain,
not for a way to go, way up north,
to Alaska though the rush is always on.
It's as clear as the flowing water
in a stream at spring time
that I wasn't born with a silver spoon
in my mouth,
and never ponder
on the chance of carrying some yellow metal
in my mouth
to meet my maker
when it's time to push up the daisies.
Well, speaking of those pretty lasses,
if only,
with a stroke of genius,
I'd come up with more wondrous verses,
as resplendent as those nature's daughters
in delightful yellow dresses
to brighten up the gloomy world of some admirers,
it might be more sunshine
than to hit the goldmine
and live happily ever after for eternity.

[angliholic]

My friends,
If you don't mind at all,
I'll give you a morning call
since there's no feathered friends
coming to say hello,
since there's no more sunshine
to kill your sorrow
in this winter world.
Let's play a game of badminton.
If you forget to bring your racket,
don't worry and be happy.
As long as you never forget
to bring your laughter,
loud as thunder,
I'll carry my smile,
sincere as sunlight.
Maybe,
we're not perfect as professionals,
but we'll be cheerful as a monkey
and healthy as a puppy.

[angliholic]

If silence is gold,
that must be the reason why
the sky is so gray that I want to sigh.
Seeing that there's not a marigold
to be seen in late November,
how will you comfort a lamenter?

[Danik 2016]

Yea, sounds good! But the available forum game is Six Games Reboot!

[angliholic]

Yea, sounds good! But the available forum game is Six Games Reboot!

Thanks, Danik, for dropping by. Yes, here we usually play at least five games or two hours at a time. I usually lose one or two kilograms for two hours.

[angliholic]

I can't believe my eyes~
it's already late November,
and you're still blooming ravishingly
like a morning glory
that I just came across
while passing through a village,
no less poor than remote.
I can't help but admit~
you're still beautiful;
nevertheless,
I doubt whether
it's as much meaningful~
putting on your indigo purple dress
and shuddering in the sea breeze
at a time when
there's no butterflies or bees around.
And I have to apologize to you
for being neither a secret admirer
nor a careful gardener.
Fleeting
as a silk of smoke floating in the air,
I'm just a passenger.

[angliholic]

Supposing
life can be compared to a journey,
then I think
I have to hurry,
not to print money like crazy,
but to jot down in a book of poetry,
the beauty of life stories
that's unfolding along the journey.
Don't you ever ridicule me
when you find me
trudging in the falling blue
or feeding on the morning dew!
Since time immemorial~
do I have to remind you~
none could've carried earthly belongings,
their wistful yearnings,
with them to push up the daisies
except for
leaving behind the beauty of poetry,
the joy for eternity.

[Buh4Bee]

We can always depend on books and booze as the most dependable and best company.

[angliholic]

We can always depend on books and booze as the most dependable and best company.

Thanks, Buh, for the romantic and intoxicating feedback.

[Danik 2016]

I can't believe my eyes~
it's already late November,
and you're still blooming ravishingly
like a morning glory
that I just came across
while passing through a village,
no less poor than remote.
I can't help but admit~
you're still beautiful;
nevertheless,
I doubt whether
it's as much meaningful~
putting on your indigo purple dress
and shuddering in the sea breeze
at a time when
there's no butterflies or bees around.
And I have to apologize to you
for being neither a secret admirer
nor a careful gardener.
Fleeting
as a silk of smoke floating in the air,
I'm just a passenger.



Loved that!

[angliholic]

Loved that!

Thanks, Danik, for the timely boost while the wind is howling like ghosts and demons outside in this part of the world.

[Buh4Bee]

Thanks, Buh, for the romantic and intoxicating feedback.

Haha! Cheers!

[angliholic]

The glory of yesterday
is as hard to find
as a sunny summer day
at a time when the wind outside
is wailing like a banshee.
And the sky is nothing but murky
with deep sorrow,
you might just as well
forget about the rainbow
and tomorrow
because tonight
must be a starless night.
And someone must be dreamless
in conjunction with cureless.

[Buh4Bee]

Hope you are enjoying a good book of poetry.

[angliholic]

Seeing that the beauty
of a white calla lily
can't last longer
than the season of Indian summer,
I can do nothing but collect your laughter
along with the pretty rose color
on your face
in the book of my poetry
sooner rather than later
before it's plucked and put in a vase.
By the way,
my poetry is for those who go astray
in the jungle of a concrete city,
and it's as free
as the blue sky you see.

[angliholic]

When early December's withering
like those water lilies in cold weather,
I'm startled to remember
my blissful days are also evanescing
even before I comprehend the meaning
of holding spring dear
while stream water is still clear.

[angliholic]

Is it a marvelous feat or miracle?
In a democracy
where everyone should be equal,
but some are richer than a country
whereas others poor as a squirrel.
If you ask me,
I don't mind
who owns the Empire building
providing that I still possess a window
of white clouds, roaming
in the blue carefree canopy.
Once in a while, please remind
the gentle breeze
not to bring in any tinge of sorrow.

[angliholic]

I miss April,
which was once in your eye,
so much so that I sigh.
On the distant hill
there must be a maple,
I believe,
shedding leaves now like tears
on my behalf
as if there's no tomorrow
on this somber day.
I guess
you're going to miss
till doomsday
the May sunrise
which was once here to play.
Nevertheless,
I know
I must hang on
like the last leaf
clinging to the ivy vine
in the depth of winter
so as to pass on
the bewitching story of a drifter,
perhaps, sweet as red wine,
perhaps, bitter as lemon.

[angliholic]

In the wake of days
of wind and rain,
my friends,
let's step out
to a green meadow,
wearing a Mexican sombrero
to herd the cloud.
Let's step out
to expose all of our sorrow
in the sunshine,
warm and mellow.
Instead of riding horses,
we may lie down
watching flocks of white worriless
roaming about
in the blue heavens
with no post or rail fences.
Let's step out.
Supposing
we may drift off to an exotic land,
don't even feel distress.
They won't go missing,
for the boundless sky is
our pastureland.
So, let's step out.

[angliholic]

Since I knew
the meaning of blue.
I've recognized your name.
Yet it's a shame
that I didn't have a clue
why I've never had a liking
for you
especially
when you're shuddering
in the brittle air
on bleak hills and everywhere.
Seeing that
the season
you're blooming
is the season
maple leaves are falling,
I guess
I finally realize the reason
why the wind's weeping
like a willow
and why I'm not willing
to face tomorrow.

[angliholic]

Words just fail me
whenever
the fantabulous verse~
April showers bring May flowers~
springs to mind.
It's a pity
that I don't know
who came up with this romantic line,
yet I dreamily know
December rain brings me
nothing but pain.
Coming out of nowhere,
the moonshine in the lane
whispers something
in my ear~
The colder the weather becomes,
the more fragrant the plum blossoms.
Supposing
tranquil beauty
only thrives in the adverse rain,
I'm willing
to shed an ocean of tear
merely to endure this infinite pain
and never complain.

[angliholic]

Following the foot steps of April showers,
you were a gazing bud
of May flowers,
waiting to be written on the fragrant leaf
of my book of poetry.
In the wake of December rain,
which brings me nothing but pain,
I'm merely a rusty leaf
waiting to be written in a melancholy leaf
of your book of diary
before falling upon the mud.

[angliholic]

I came up with a poem
while taking a walk
in the misty rain,
ethereal
as a puff of smoke,
surreal
as climbing a rainbow.
Come tomorrow,
I'll send it to you.
You needn't rack your brain
or feel blue
while reading
and smiling
at your cozy home.
It's sure to overshadow
all your sorrow.

[angliholic]

Gold's definitely sparkling
and dazzling,
but it's a pity
that I'd rather my poetry
to be light as a feather
and ethereal as moonlight.
That's why
it can fly and hover
like a glowing firefly
in the dead of night.
Without precious burden
on my wings,
my soul is left in peace,
and that's the time
my inspiration's ready
to float on air,
and sing like a wind chime
in the breeze.

[angliholic]

As the night's still young,
I take a stroll
on a winter street
of a small town.
It being windy and chilly,
I stop for a while,
lifting my head,
and looking up at the night sky,
murky and empty.
Seeing that
there's not a single star,
I long to see the bride in June
so much that
I start searching hard
for what she looks like in my brain,
but in vain.
I can barely remember
love-in-the-mist was once
in season,
but never in December.

[angliholic]

On the timeline
you wrote,
"Snacks and peanut candy,
these little things around,
really sweeten life."
If you don't mind,
send me a piece or two
to heal this inner void of mine
when the moon turns blue.
As soon as I'm free,
I'll send you one or two,
the most nostalgic leaves of vine,
to keep you company,
to enrich the odyssey
of your life.

[angliholic]

Give me an empty glass
so that I'm free
to fill it with my favorite grape wine,
so that I'm free
to choose the aromatic lemongrass
as Muse of my verse,
so that I'm free
to pen a line or two,
perhaps eternal or blue,
as the evergreen vine.

[Danik 2016]

Glad to read your poetry. You rightly say:
"That's why
it can fly and hover
like a glowing firefly
in the dead of night.
Without precious burden
on my wings,
my soul is left in peace,
and that's the time
my inspiration's ready
to float on air,
and sing like a wind chime
in the breeze."

[angliholic]

Glad to read your poetry. You rightly say:
"That's why
it can fly and hover
like a glowing firefly
in the dead of night.
Without precious burden
on my wings,
my soul is left in peace,
and that's the time
my inspiration's ready
to float on air,
and sing like a wind chime
in the breeze."

Thank you, Danik, for your most uplifting feedback. I'll keep searching the beauty in the remaining days of my life and keep writing it down.

[angliholic]

If you know
it's a beautiful misunderstanding
that people here often take cosmos flowers
for Persian daisies,
then you should also know
why,
under the bleak sky,
beside a lonely farmhouse,
there's always a field of Persian lasses,
waiting patiently
and quietly
in the winter wind
for their landlord to come home.

[angliholic]

I didn't expect today
would be sunny
as a sunny side up I ate yesterday
when it was cold and wet
as a wet fish
on this subtropical island.
So rare and bright is the sunshine,
especially in December,
that I'd like to cut a few patches
with a scissor
and send them to you,
but this plan won't do
just as you can't hold water
with a fishnet.
Hence,
this little poem springs to mind;
enclosed is the sunshine
to share with you.
Hopefully,
it may brings a ray of cheerfulness
to your gloomy day.

[angliholic]

Without eating bread
for many a day,
you'll go hungry
and become skinny
as a rake.
Without dipping your head
in the elegance
of poetry
for only a day,
you'll become vulgar
as a monkey
and misery as a wreck.
If there's only one choice
between the two,
I guess,
you'll choose the same
as I do.

[angliholic]

Supposing
it's sentimental but true to say
that life is short,
yet beauty is immortal,
then one day
you don't need to sob,
as the wind does in the forest,
the day when I must leave,
like a fading leaf,
drifting in the chilly breeze
and finally
falling onto the ground.
Just pick it up gently,
glue it to a floral vignette
and be free to moon around.

[Danik 2016]

If you don't mind
could you lend me a smile
so that I could bury it in my barren land

And wish in a little while
it might grow into an oasis of sunflowers
on the wasteland

This is so beautiful, angliholic!

[angliholic]

This is so beautiful, angliholic!

Thank you, Danik, for reminding me of that poem written many years ago. Yes, it's still beautiful to me.

[angliholic]

If you happen to see me
lying under a banyan tree
in the light of day,
please don't presume
that I've run out of steam
or feel sleepy.
Neither do I
enjoy the cold winter wind~
I'm just temporarily
running short of inspiration.
Hence,
don't bother to awaken me
so that I may lie here
until the sun's getting too doddery
to shine,
until Persian daisies forget
how to smile,
until a beautiful piece of poetry
leaps to mind.

[angliholic]

A sage once told me~
If I could imagine
life's an anthology of poetry,
then it might turn to be
a pleasant feeling
to hear the north wind whistling
down the sky,
to say nothing
of the spring rain
which was easy on the eye.
Just as God gives us the garden
of paradise,
the rain is sure to bring
a smile to every wild flower
in the plain
where there's a river
gurgling
its winding way to the sea.

[angliholic]

After doodling a verse,
I suppose
it must be touching
and captivating
as the yellow rose of Texas.
Hence,
I can hardly wait
to read it one more time.
Before finishing the first line,
I fall asleep myself.
The temperature outside
is cold enough
for the most optimistic people
to suffer from depression,
not to mention
this insomnia killer of mine,
which is sure as hell
to bore a normal person to death,
like the last straw
that murders a camel.

[angliholic]

The life of a poet is
less glamorous
than that of a beggar.
The latter enjoys at least
three meals a day,
whereas the former at most
one a day.
In the worst case scenario,
a poet may go hungry
for days,
sometimes,
even for months,
without food of inspiration.

[angliholic]

No one sees me
stopping by a rice paddy
after harvest
in broad daylight.
The busy sparrows gleaning nearby
must surmise
I'm lonely as lonely can be.
Nevertheless,
the carefree winter breeze
which is basking
in the precious December sunlight
must guess
I'm here simply
to search for poetic muses.
Well,
confused as the confusing clouds
in the sky,
I wonder why
I have Chinese ancestry
whereas
my shadow is of a Bohemian.

[angliholic]

It's not necessary
for you to remind me
of the cheerful sunshine of yesterday
because
no matter how warm it was,
it can't drive away the cold front of today.
It's not necessary
for you to remind me
of the yellow flower of yesterday
because
no matter how beautiful it was,
it can't remain forever young as a lass.

[angliholic]

I see
there's a wide river
widening
between you and me;
I must admit
it was my wandering spirit
that should
take the blame.
Now that
I've learned
how to play the game,
a prodigal son
returning home,
please give me
one more chance
to erase
the moody weather
from your window pane,
to stretch
my sincerity
across that river,
and to make
a gentle span
for you
to walk on blissfully
into my humble lane
again.

[angliholic]

On Christmas Eve morning,
there's nothing
I can do
but miss the sweet morning dew,
but that's not the reason
I'm feeling blue.
It's neither
the weather's getting cold,
nor am I getting old.
But would you
be kind enough to show me
how to craft an intoxicating piece of poetry,
and how to paint a purple daisy
on your face
when the world's getting colorless,
and my imagination lusterless?

[angliholic]

Having climbed many a mountain,
having crossed the Pacific ocean,
having been
to England,
even to the promised land,
and back to Buckingham Fountain,
I've never seen
a lady
more happy go lucky
than Lisa.
Her enthusiasm gives forth aroma
more fragrant than
that of Mona Lisa.
A red rose may expire,
but her smiles never retire.
The sun may whine,
but her fervent heart will always shine
during the darkest hour,
sparkling
like a light tower
lest lonely souls might get lost
when the weather's so foul
that there's misty frost.

[angliholic]

Cold rain,
blown awry by winter wind,
keeps sprinkling,
flying,
and tapping
on the windowpane.
Simply
at the thought
of stepping outdoors,
I turn timid
as a lamb.
If I can't leave my shadows
here and there
on the quiet lane
that leads to a fantasy world
of mine,
what's the use
of the pen
that used to
spin whimsical poetry
while dreaming
under an evergreen tree?

[angliholic]

It's as easy
as you can see
plenty
of artificially beautiful faces
in fancy dresses
in a metropolitan city,
but I firmly believe
you have to leave
for a humble village
in a remote valley
to look for the most sincere smiles
which are worthy
to go a thousand miles.

[angliholic]

Perchance,
you adore the wonder
of this world,
and believe in the creator;
you should also love the Lord.
Perchance,
you take a fancy
to my poetry;
then feel free
to fall in love with the beauty
but never me.
My poetry may be
as bewitching
as the sunset glow
in the evening,
but you'll feel absolutely sorrow
if you dear me
because I have nothing
for you
to feed on at dawn
except the sweet morning dew
clinging to a dancing daisy.

[angliholic]

I have many a reason
to believe
you're the winter season.
Every so soften,
when you're howling
and roaring
like a north wind,
I make believe
to be an old banyan,
mercifully thick-skinned.
Surrounded by stormy weather,
I keep silent;
it's not because I'm sulky
but because I'm more lenient,
for I still remember
you used to be
beautiful, graceful and tender
like a spring breeze
singing with ease
and I, gleeful as a bee.

[angliholic]

When you feel sorrow,
why not take a look at a sparrow?
Easily satisfied with a few grains,
it never brings pains
to mother nature,
let alone causing trouble.
However,
only few people
treasure such a small creature,
harmless and humble.
It's really a shame,
but who should take the blame?

[angliholic]

Supposing
you're yearning
for a big feast
on the intoxicating scenery
of snowflakes, gently
swirling
around plum blossoms
in full swing,
at least,
you have to confront
and suffer
the cold front
in the depth of winter
in the first place.

[angliholic]

You say,
you don't write much anymore,
and you're not sure
why.
As a kind passer-by,
I'd say,
keep on dreaming
and never
give up crafting.
Maybe, our poetry
might look ugly and messy
as a caterpillar
yesterday.
If only we hang on today
and tomorrow,
even school boys know
a caterpillar
turns pretty as an ethereal fairy
some day.

[angliholic]

My dear friends,
Let's say goodbye
to it all,
to the host and the ghost
in the past year.
Let's raise a toast
to the new year
because after tonight
I fear
not everything's all right.
Let's congratulate,
before it's too late,
on growing older
though
not necessarily wiser.
Nonetheless,
who cares about being wiser
as long as
we're more gracious
and kinder to one another.
Note: Revised Version

[angliholic]

The winter mizzle
might be ethereal
and beautiful,
yet more sentimental
than a girl.
Out of the blue,
and I didn't have a clue,
it stopped raining
for a while
on this freezing cold morning.
I thought
it'd be worth my while
to harvest some vegetables
in the garden,
and I gave you my word.
All of a sudden,
I caught a glimpse
of the orange marigolds there
in full swing.
They were so dazzling
that I completely
forgot about my promise
and brought nothing
but beauty charming home.
Sorry,
you may go hungry
without greens tonight.
Nevertheless,
isn't it a blessing in disguise,
for those fragrant flowers
may put a smile
on your face
for more than one night?

Revised Version

[Buh4Bee]

You say,
you don't write much anymore,
and you're not sure
why.
As a kind passer-by,
I'd say,
keep on dreaming
and never
give up crafting.
Maybe, our poetry
might look ugly and messy
as a caterpillar
yesterday.
If only we hang on today
and tomorrow,
even school boys know
a caterpillar
turns pretty as an ethereal fairy
some day.

This one is lovely. I enjoyed the message. Good to keep struggling to improve the craft. Happy New Year, Angliholic!

[angliholic]

This one is lovely. I enjoyed the message. Good to keep struggling to improve the craft. Happy New Year, Angliholic!

Thanks, Buh, for dropping by and the kind comment. We all need to keep struggling to improve the craft since none is perfect, nor is our poetry.

[angliholic]

Having been a good for nothing
all along the journey
except for writing
some little poetry,
sometimes,
I feel so superfluous
like a butterfly
invisible in the winter night sky
that I want to cry.
I don't wish
my poetry to be showy
as a dancing poppy,
to be gorgeous
as a red rose,
or to be sweet
as a purple violet.
If only
it could be a humble temple
ever ready to accommodate people,
homeless or hopeless,
coming to draw solace.

[angliholic]

A pink peony
will never turn a phony
no matter
the environment.
If it's your wise argument,
then I ought to
know better than to
persuade you
into loving
my favorite April showers
which are sure to
bring colorful May flowers.
Seeing
kindness is always right,
I'll let you
win the fight
if you're yearning
to prove to me
that May flowers
are less pretty and lovely
than a pink peony.

[angliholic]

They say
you're a fragrant petal,
while, in a way,
I'm a stink beetle.
I ponder
it'll definitely let you feel blue
to recall the day
when we bumped into
each other.
Seeing
a fragrant petal
turning into a lonely petal,
I feel like crying.
However,
it's not sprinkling.

[angliholic]

You're a pretty poem,
and I'd like to read you fondly
while taking a roam
in the serene morning
when you're most enthralling.
Come tomorrow
and you're constantly
forever changing
like a kaleidoscope,
I won't give up hope,
for I know
the only thing
that you won't change
is a deep purple blue sage.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

Just as
a hummingbird
can hardly
leave
a golden honeysuckle,
I naively believe
in the previous life
we were once
man and wife.
Although
I'm not a hummingbird,
I desire nothing
but to see your life
blooming
joyfully
and fragrantly
as a honeysuckle.


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[angliholic]

When I first came across
Humpty Dumpty,
the one who sat on the wall
and had a great fall,
I was twenty,
and couldn't but fancy
what moral
in it there was.
Now,
all the king's horses
and all the king's men
can't put me together again
since I've had myself
many a great fall
along this journey.
Life is so cruel
that I can't help being regretful
for having been a fool.
On second thought,
if there were
no stormy weather,
how could you and I gather
many a windfall?

Revised Version

[angliholic]

Supposing
you're the water flowing
down a hill,
I'm a mountain stream
that carries you,
winding through the forest,
past the mill.
Without you,
a stream would be nothing
but empty
Without me,
the water would stand still,
becoming a dead sea.

[angliholic]

Humbly love you,
and that's why
I'm writing this poem for you.
I swear to the blue sky
I'm no longer
the notorious guy
that I used be,
but could you believe me?
Honestly,
I've penned hundreds for you,
but didn't send you.
You're not to read this either
because I'll forever
keep it a secret from you,
because I truly love you.

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem
for you
but didn't send it through,
still kept in a bottle
beside a bunch of honeysuckle.
Although you're half a world away,
there's always a way
for you
to read my mind
if we're two of the same kind
just as a humming bird
is able to perceive the fragrant word
of golden honeysuckle
from a thousand miles away.

[angliholic]

If you grace my humble place
in the snowy season,
I'll efface the bleak wind and rain
from the horizon
for you,
leaving only snowflakes,
falling like colorful petals from heaven
on sunny lakes.
To do the trick,
I don't have to perform magic,
for you
are sure to bring along with you
a light red carnation,
inclusive of my inspiration.


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[Buh4Bee]

May you continue to find inspiration! Sweet love poems during a snowy January day. Thank you for sharing these sunny pictures.

[angliholic]

May you continue to find inspiration! Sweet love poems during a snowy January day. Thank you for sharing these sunny pictures.

Thanks, Buh, for dropping by and the kind words. Wish you have a wonderful day.

[angliholic]

It's drizzling and colder today
than yesterday,
but it's still a blissful day
like everyday for me.
It's not because
I can taste your strawberry,
or I'll win the lottery,
but because
I don't mind
whether it's rain or shine
so long as
I can maintain a peaceful mind.

[angliholic]

You and I used to enjoy taking
a walk in the afternoon
while it was raining
in June.
It's still the same rain,
but I'll groan in pain
if you're leaving
in the winter rain.
It's still the same you
that I knew,
but why
are rains in my eye
when I see you waning
under the January blue sky?

[angliholic]

I'm perfectly all right now
if you could only
erase those brooding clouds
from my window pane.
I couldn't feel better now
if you could only
efface those footprints
you left on my quiet lane.
Don't you worry about me now
if you could only
find me a needle
to stitch up
those broken pieces of pain.

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[angliholic]

It's a long road
where there's no turning
on the horizon.
The instant it stops raining,
I'm sure
you'll be beaming.
It's an eternal winter
when there's no hope for spring
but gloomy weather.
Once the sun starts shining,
I bet,
you'll be flying.


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[angliholic]

Supposing
to be immortal
is as good as
to be a withered willow
or a faded rose petal,
supposing
it's frightful
to look forward to tomorrow,
and supposing
life is not beautiful
but sorrow,
then I'd choose
to be a morning glory,
smiling gorgeously
in the morning
and floating
handsomely
away in the evening.


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[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 imagine
the scintillating spring
is still here
and the icy tear
of winter
on my face is nothing
but summer rain.

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[angliholic]

Supposing
a good poem
can be compared to
a pretty girl,
then without a 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
as well as
your profound fragrance.
I have no choice
but to commit you
to my memory
in case
you might leave me
one day
without bidding me
adieu.

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[angliholic]

All of a sudden,
without rhyme or reason,
you're sadly sobbing
like a crying baby
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 bewitching
yet moody
like a sentimental lady
at play.

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[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,
for they're forever young
as the one
you pine for most?
I'm certain
you'll ignore the blues
for many a century
the moment
you're wrapped up in
ethereal beauty.

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[angliholic]

It's drizzling again,
and I'm thinking of you.
Thinking of your silky long hair,
floating in the air,
conjuring up a dreamy heaven
in the misty rain
on this autumn night.
I'm eager to be a street lamp,
ever waiting ...
waiting for you
to stroll by
to reflect your grace
on each raindrop
on my face.
If you happen to see me
wobbling ...,
don't blame the innocent wind
or the whisky,
for it's your intoxicating beauty
that makes me drunk
over and over again.

[angliholic]

During the whole day,
I meditate
on the holy verse,
and nothing in this universe
seems to be able to lead me astray~
never getting dead drunk,
pretty much like a monk.
Come the evening,
without thinking,
I start dancing
around an artificial street light
until deep into the night.

[angliholic]

On the rainy day,
I'm your handy umbrella
on the way
back home
to hold on to dearly
like a poem.
More often than not,
I fear not
dripping
like a leaking jug,
if only
you feel safe and snug.


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[angliholic]

My friend,

I'm afraid
all parties must come to an end.
One day
when you have to see me off,
don't get in a fret
as to
what to wear for the day.
Suppose
you don't have anything valuable
to put on,
just wear a smile,
sincere and humble.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

Is it for real
that you moved to a blue bayou
named Ethereal?
I had meant to present you
with a bunch of yellow roses,
but didn't have any chances.
It makes no difference
now that
those flowers are meaningless,
compared with your sublime grace.
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 really makes me feel blue
is not the wintry weather,
but you
that disappeared without a trace.

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[angliholic]

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

Revised Version

[angliholic]

If you're 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
when I'm gaping and speechless,
for there's a little brook nearby
rippling a sweet melody
on my behalf.
Suppose you ask
what I'm worried about most,
then you'll see
it's you
that might get sad one day
and turn yourself into tears.
I'm not afraid
to get soaking wet,
but I might miss you
for ages before running across
your reincarnation
once again.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

Roselles are coming
back to flower
at this time of the year
without making
any promise
to the season.
Yet without a reason,
you've disappeared forever
and ever.
Your sweetness of yesterday
has turned into this sorrow
of today
If there's a tornado
tomorrow,
I wonder
whether
it's able to move this sorrow
even for a centimeter.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

In view of being
just a weed,
small and humble,
I know clearly
how to count my blessing.
I regard myself
as lucky,
for I don't need to be
constantly
under the pressure
of transforming myself
into the tallest tree
in the field
so that
I can enjoy
living a simple
and peaceful life.

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[angliholic]

Badly missing home,
and treading alone on the way home,
on a walking path
lined with evergreen pines,
all of a sudden,
I wake up to the warm sunshine
that's spreading brightly
over the grass,
the trees and my body.
If you ask me by chance,
which is the utmost importance
in my life,
you or the winter sunshine?
Without a doubt,
my answer is not the sunshine.
Though it can light my way home,
yet a house is not a home
without you.

Revised Version

[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?


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[angliholic]

Let the snow fall,
and let me close the door
of this ancient poetry store.
After the evening glow
has turned resplendent no more,
I wonder
whether songbirds still remember
how to sing their song
in tune
with June
in a sky grey and dull.
Let me go,
and let the snow fall
since I don't have anything
beautiful
to show to the world.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

If you feel like calling on me,
you needn't run all the way
to my shabby shanty.
You can save all your troubles today
as well as another day.
Constantly riding on air,
I'm everywhere
except at my own humble place.
In case
I'm being at my shanty,
my mind will be still lingering
in a green valley
where there's a stream flowing
serenely
night and day.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

Our heavenly Father,
We thank thee for providing our daily bugs.
We ask thee to keep showering us
with countless green backs
and protect us from getting old.
We can easily deposit those extra bucks
in a bank,
but where could we get rid of
those gnawing old ages?
Please forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those predators
who prey upon us.
After all,
we're just trivial praying mantes.

Amen


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[angliholic]

You're not so gorgeous
as a red 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 most famous
but because
you're pure and pristine
in essence
giving off a faint fragrance
on your own
in an obscure garden,
having long been forgotten
by the world.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

If this is the last picture
I paint,
it's not a wedding bouquet
but the rosy color
on your face.
If this is the last verse
I pen,
it sure is your smile
that's pure
as a lily
by the lake shore.
If there's something
I want to say
to you
on this Monday morning
cold and blue,
it's not how much I love you
but how are you.


Revised Version

[angliholic]

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


Revised Version

[angliholic]

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


Revised Version.

[angliholic]

Oh!
Summer Breeze,
while you're humming,
all the golden hair aspens
start pulling up their skirts,
coyly revealing their creamy long legs,
and swaying gracefully
to your intoxicating melody.
You know
I'm not a man of whisky
but still tipsy
enough to forget about sorrow.


Revised Version

[angliholic]

If, by accident,
you love my poetry,
a classical Chinese beauty,
graceful and elegant,
please shower me with your love,
gracious as a flying dove.
Your love is my Muse
inspiring me to keep on crafting
and sharing
a world of fantasy,
bewitching
as a red poppy
dancing in the breeze,
so aesthetically appealing
that you may forget to breathe.

[angliholic]

When the orchard has grown
beautifully mellow,
all the blossoms are fully blown,
ready to greet a shiny new tomorrow
and leave behind our sorrow.
When uttering even a word
is too wordy,
why not reap this apple memory
silently with tears and smiles
on our face
in the season of harvest?



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[angliholic]

Is it fate
or simply the wind
that you become my best mate?
Where have your folks gone?
In the yard,
you stand all alone.
Neither a bard,
nor a man of lion,
be that as it may,
I take a fancy to a dandelion.


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[Buh4Bee]

I love this one about a dandelion. Sometimes it's just the one person who is there.

[tailor STATELY]

Love this poem... I have a profound love for dandelions.

9926... my desktop wallpaper although this is resized to 37% to be able to upload here and I use the image "stretched" as well to fit my entire desktop screen :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[angliholic]

I love this one about a dandelion. Sometimes it's just the one person who is there.

Thanks, Buh, for dropping by and the nice feedback.


Love this poem... I have a profound love for dandelions.

9926... my desktop wallpaper although this is resized to 37% to be able to upload here and I use the image "stretched" as well to fit my entire desktop screen :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

Thanks, Tailor, for reading and the positive feedback.

[angliholic]

If you want to know
where I came from
or where I'm going to go,
it's no different from
asking a breeze where to blow.
I'm nothing
but a roaming bum,
having no seeds of hope to plant
on your fertile land,
no roof to shelter you from the rain.
The blue sky is my home,
and all that I own.
If you miss my poem,
you might as well
look for a daffodil
that's dancing beside a mill.
But there's no stair
leading to my humble dwelling,
no string
tethering my wandering soul,
for I'm anything
but a kite.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

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

Revised Version

[angliholic]

I wish one day
I could somnambulate
to the lake
where you used to lie on the grass
to peer inquiringly at an exquisite face
on the surface
of the clear water.
Being a stargazer,
I guess I'd also gaze
for a long while,
not at my own reflection,
but at your enthralling reincarnation,
the swaying daffodil
beside an old windmill.
If I could borrow a delightful petal
from you
to eclipse my constant blue,
perhaps,
I wouldn't consider
plunging myself into the water.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

Your beauty
is like the soothing sunshine
in icy January,
enthralling and sublime,
but I dare not take off my clothing
to reveal my true feeling,
for I realize
you're definitely not a blessing in disguise.
If I expose this heart of amorous passion
to your freezing inattention,
I'll get frost bite
in a short moment
which can be as poignant
as love bite.


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[angliholic]

Flowers are most enthralling
when they're blooming,
yet they're spent
even before you lament
in a remote mountain village.
To the best of my knowledge,
we're all flecked,
no more perfect
than this imperfect universe.
The errors we made on impulse
when being silly
have turned out to be
eternal tears of sorrow.
Nonetheless,
we have to let go
of our past frivolousness
and foolishness
as long as we're still breathing.
We must discard this rusted leaf
if we're still hoping
to turn over a new leaf.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

Wandering down a country path,
I stop by a newly harvested rice paddy
with strewing straws
bathing blissfully
in the winter sun.
Not far away,
several sparrows are chitchatting
like lively noisy lasses.
I guess
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 caress
of the January breeze.
I couldn't care less
if they think of me as a lazy idler,
idling away the golden day
this way,
for I'm not a go-getter
and never take a fancy
to becoming an oil tycoon.
All I need is peace and harmony
on this quiet afternoon.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

Since you went away
with April rain,
my garden has virtually turned into a wasteland.
Empty whisky bottles are enough to make a small island,
yet this sorrow of mine is still here to stay.
If you don't mind,
could you lend me a smile
so that I could bury it in my barren land?
And wish in a little while,
it might grow into an oasis of sunflowers
on my wasteland.


Revised Version

[angliholic]

Your innocent smile,
still kept in my heart for a long while,
was a forget-me-not in full swing
that I fell for last spring.
Missing the faint fragrance
you sent off in the air dripping with romance,
I kept wasting away
and my hair turning gray.
But it doesn't really matter now,
for I see a smile somehow
on every petal of a blue forget-me-not
that I pined for a lot.



Revised Version

[angliholic]

Just as you're a pretty fish
swimming in a tropical paradise
in spring,
so am I the sentimental
evening glow
mixing all the gorgeous colors
of life
in the western sky
in autumn.
Since it's next to impossible
for spring and autumn to get together
in real life,
it was really a wistful error
that we should have known each other.
If beauty can't last any longer
than all the flowers in summer,
why don't we
treasure it in our sweet memory
until the twelfth of never?

Revised Version

[angliholic]

Gusty Wind,
I want to thank you
a million
for ceasing to be a villain
even before midnight.
Now I guess
I can lie down and sleep tight.
Nonetheless,
faced with the huge waves
of emotion
you stirred up
in the ocean of my mind,
I simply have no idea
how to calm down,
not to mention
enjoying a peaceful night.

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[angliholic]

Waiting for you in December
in the icy cold winter,
I don't really appreciate ruthless weather
in the slightest.
Though not being the brightest,
I'm still able to reason.
If you don't show up this season
as always,
I couldn't care less,
for I've forgotten the way you look,
and the reason
why I fell in love with a brook
instead of your poetry book.


Revised Version

[angliholic]

Suppose spring is a poem,
a most mesmerizing poem,
then I won't bother
or go any farther
to anatomize its beauty
because it's not a laureate's duty.
All I need to do is relax
while lying in green grass,
savoring the most fragrant wine
and basking in sunshine.


Revised Version

[angliholic]

Alcohol tastes bitter,
but life tastes even more bitter.
That's why I'm ready
to get tipsy
whenever there're whisky.
Roses are thorny,
but why do I miss you like crazy?
Here is the reason why
if you care to read my rhyme:
from time to time,
being pricked feels much better,
compared with being lonely.


Revised Version

[angliholic]

After a rich meal,
if you ask me how I feel,
my eyelids are leaden
with stones and feel pain,
and my body heavy
as an overloaded airplane.
Seeing that my muse has left me,
vanishing in a puff of smoke,
is it not a silly joke
that I still hope I can pen poetry
and wish it'd be ethereal
as well as surreal?


Revised Version

[angliholic]

Suppose I were you,
I'd rather
appreciate the beautiful view
of a long and meandering river.
However,
If you're talking
about the life's journey,
I wish mine would be uncurving
and easy.
Maybe,
it'll take me my whole life
to see the true beauty of a life
that's full of suffering,
for I'm not so wise as you.

[angliholic]

For a couple of days,
the spring rain has come back
from a long journey,
and is lingering over the view.
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 Version

[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 and write,
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 moved to heaven
many years ago,
yet I still come across you
once in a while
in my dreams.

Revised Version

[angliholic]

My dear friend, Sol,
I try hard to recall.
Yes, you’re a pretty yellow rose,
and it’ll absolutely be a great loss
for those guys
who don’t even have a chance
to savor your sweet fragrance
especially when the love affair
is still slumbering in the icy cold air.
I only dare to dream
to hold you tight in my dream,
for I fear this poor heart of mine
will skip a beat time after time
if the dream comes true.
Therefore, it's better that I admire you
at a distance
and praise your charm
in my poem
rather than have a date
if you're truly my soul mate.

Revised Version

[tailor STATELY]

:)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

:)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thank you, Tailor, for dropping by.

[angliholic]

For days,
the warm sunshine
of early autumn
has been shrouded
by the relentless September rain.
With a heavy heart,
I catch a glimpse of a rusty leaf
falling from a fig tree nearby.
It's no more flying
gracefully and elegantly,
which I used to perceive and admire.
All I can see
is a weatherworn face
full of raindrops.

[tailor STATELY]

Beautiful... Great to see you posting :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[angliholic]

Beautiful... Great to see you posting :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

Thank you, Tailor, for dropping by and leaving your beautiful compliment here.

[Danik 2016]

Beautiful poem, angliholic!Was wondering about you. Glad to read you again.

[angliholic]

Beautiful poem, angliholic!Was wondering about you. Glad to read you again.

Thanks, Danik, for your time reading and leaving your kind words here. By the way, may I know why you think it's beautiful?

[Danik 2016]

The poem draws a delicate parallel between the feelings of the poet and nature. It is wonderful how your poems builds its own take on nature without the usual clichés of this kind of poetry.

[angliholic]

The poem draws a delicate parallel between the feelings of the poet and nature. It is wonderful how your poems builds its own take on nature without the usual clichés of this kind of poetry.

Thanks, Danik, for the feedback. Now I know why you think so.

[angliholic]

The moment
I started to bury myself in marigold flowers,
I was astonished to find
how little time left
for me to curse the darkness of the government!
After all,
it's not the corruption but the fragrance
that I reap
when I spend plenty of time
taking good care of golden marigold.

[tailor STATELY]

lol... Hope it was a fresh pungent bouquet. :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[angliholic]

lol... Hope it was a fresh pungent bouquet. :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

Thank you, Tailor, for dropping by and the comment. Luckily, when I directed my mind and attention toward natural beauty and wrote some poems, I felt much comfortable and forgot most of the darkness.

[angliholic]

You just called to say sorry~
you couldn't go on a trip to the park with me
simply because of the grey sky.
I don't mind at all.
If I hadn't stepped outside my comfort house,
I wouldn't have a chance
to taste this refreshing autumn morning.
As luck would have it,
the trees are still lush green
in this subtropical Formosa.
Everything is so peaceful and tranquil
except that it looks like rain.
As a matter of fact,
the rain won't bother me at all.
In spite of being old as the season myself,
I won't worry about one day
I must say goodbye
to this romantic landscape with falling leaves
forever and ever.
What harasses me most is~
I can't find some intoxicating lyrics
to turn this beautiful autumn morning
into an immortal piece of art
while the morning dew is fleeting away
with my life.

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed :) Melancholy in a "a matter of fact" way.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[angliholic]

Enjoyed :) Melancholy in a "a matter of fact" way.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Thanks, Tailor, for reading and the feedback.

[angliholic]

In the refreshing September morning,
while I'm inhaling some fresh air,
I notice some sparrows,
busy gleaning the seeds of weeds
at a small park.
All of a sudden,
I wake up to the fact that
I'm one of their kind--
living a mediocre life,
easily and readily
satisfied with a mini meadow.
Perhaps,
it's due to the season of falling petals;
perhaps,
it's due to the declining years of an empire
that I no longer wish to be a seagull,
flying high over the ocean.
If only I'm still able,
once in a while,
to catch a glance
of a small patch of evening glow,
I don't care how huge,
how mesmerizing the world outside is!

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed very much, especially: "Perhaps,
it's due to the season of falling petals;
perhaps,
it's due to the declining years of an empire
that I no longer wish to be a seagull,
flying high over the ocean." :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[angliholic]

Enjoyed very much, especially: "Perhaps,
it's due to the season of falling petals;
perhaps,
it's due to the declining years of an empire
that I no longer wish to be a seagull,
flying high over the ocean." :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

Thanks again, Tailor, for your kind and encouraging comment.

[angliholic]

It's windy in the park tonight.
It springs to mind~
in the early morning
the autumn breeze was cool and pleasant,
but where has it gone?
I hate to think about it
just as I hate to reminisce about the girl
once with April in her eyes,
once the May flower in my eyes,
now vanishing into thin air,
disappearing without a trace
with all the spring dreams.
With blurry eyes,
the lonesome street lamp nearby
dare not even look up at the starry sky.

[angliholic]

Last night,
an uninvited guest,
the torrential rain,
wreaked dreadful yet beautiful havoc
on the colorful autumn trees,
leaving a luxury Persian carpet
of bright orange and yellow
on the landscape.
I can't help lingering
for a while
and pondering long
over this picturesque disaster~
If life were short of the atrocities
of sweltering summer,
would it turn so mellifluous
and melodious
in autumn?
It's a pity that the harsh winter
will be around the corner
sooner or later,
yet isn't this inevitable destiny
which has matured me
so as to feel grateful enough
to value this mellow season of grace?

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the delicate images and wisdom of this poem.