The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

Tingling Wind Chime


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

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

[angliholic]

Since you went away
with April rain
my garden has virtually turned into a wasteland

Empty bottles are more than enough to make a small island
yet this sorrow of mine is still on the safety land

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

[angliholic]

As the heat wave
is in full play
I may appear droopy and fade
in the sizzling hot sun

As long as I hold on
a little longer
I'm sure
I'll be able to savor
the mesmerizing evening glow
in a few hours or so

The beads of sweat
on my little face
are going
to convert into simmering
dewdrops
in the next morning

Hanging on till next season
I'll have a reason
to harvest
the falling rainbow leaves
falling from the heavens

[angliholic]

It's another summer evening
and everywhere
people are coming and going

Walking alone
on the sidewalk beside the library
I don't feel lonely at all
in this bustling city

for at least
I have my most loyal dog
named Shadow
heeling and accompanying me
all the way home
in the sunset glow

[angliholic]

Oh
Summer Breeze
while you're humming
all the golden hair aspens are
pulling up their skirts
coyly revealing
their creamy long legs
and pirouetting gracefully
to your intoxicating melody

You know
I'm not a man of whisky
but my heart is tipsy
all the same

[angliholic]

The cicadas won't stop bawling
it's not due to
the heat waves in July
but you
that vanished
without a goodbye

Summer breezes still
keep breezing
yet my heart like the wind bell hanging
from the ceiling
isn't singing
simply
because
you're missing

[angliholic]

Let's take a walk
if you please
at the beach
at the first streak of sunlight

And take a glimpse
at a hermit crab
scurrying across the sand
by the boundless immemorial ocean
leaving
only a few traces
erased by the small hands of waves
in no time
along with our footprints

In the distance
there may loom a ship
carrying our dream and hope
as always
at the mercy of pending tempests

If you please
let's stroll in a casual way
till the sun sinking in the west
and then relish
the most fantastic moment in a day

If you could ignore the seagulls
home flying
squawking and wailing

[angliholic]

Isn't it a beautiful pity
you should fly away so young
a pretty song barely sung

Isn't it a blessing
in disguise
the youthful smile is
a blue bell forever beaming in spring
the only happy memory you left for us
in this mundane place

[angliholic]

Everything looks vague
and blurry
in my nearsighted eyes
but I don't think
I could use
a pair of glasses

It's not that
I'd feel disgusted
to see bugs
scuttling everywhere
but that
I'd rather
admire you in the mist

[angliholic]

Some said you were dirty, ugly, and dressed badly
others said you were impolite, disagreeable, and ungracious
Well that makes the two of us

Your sadness does last forever
even after you were recognized as a master

Nevertheless
even before my poetry becomes immortal
I'm afraid my loneliness has already been eternal

[angliholic]

If thinking of you
would stop the clock from ticking
then
I'd forget about
the falling petals in late summer

If autumn's breeze
is ready
to sweep away those yellow faded leaves
then
I'm willing to be swept away
with them
to a far-off place

If I could buy spring back
in the snowflake-flying winter
then
I wouldn't
pine away like a lonely traveler

[angliholic]

Sitting in the shade of a eucalyptus
I rejoice over cool summer breezes
they simply keep blowing

The vibe is relaxing this morning
except for the falling leaves
like annoying flies
they simply keep coming

Since it's impossible to clean them all
the second I decide to release them all
like colorful butterflies
they fly
against a clear sky

[angliholic]

I enjoy seeing the sunshine
caressing your young face
when you seem
coy and shy
hanging from the green vine

I'm not going to
pick you here and now

If I do
your life will go evermore sour

I know
I must have patience
before I win
your aroma of passion

I'll wait in the shade
as many days
as the heat of the sun
turns you into golden yellow
sweet and mellow

[angliholic]

The sun is beaming brightly
this morning
and
in the green trees
little birds are still chirping

Everything is all delightful
and right
yet this heart
is still raining as last night

The summer rain went away late
last night

It's not the rainbow
that I missed
but
your charming silhouette over it

[angliholic]

You said you were eighteen
and asked how old I might have been

I could pass off as eighteen
if you add nine and nine
but don't read it as ninety nine

I'll pen your enigmatic grin
on the green field in June
like Mona Lisa forever smiling
if you just care to give me a ring

[angliholic]

If you'd like to grace my humble home
please do come in the morning
never in the evening

For how can I hold back my tears
to see fallen petals
everywhere
when the afterglow is so
enchanting

[angliholic]

It goes without saying
your smile
is a rose bud in spring

Now it's summer time
and I'm missing you like
ice cream

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

Come Winter
I'll cuddle
you like my comforter

[angliholic]

Belladonna lily
you're a fair naked lady
an inspiring model for many lasses
Your saucy beauty saves not only plenty of clothes
but also a world of lonely travelers

[angliholic]

My friend

All parties must come to an end

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

Suppose
you don't have anything
valuable
just wear those smiles sincere
and humble

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem for you
but I didn't send it through
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch of purple lavender

Though you live half a world away
you should’ve read it already
for you’re a true friend of mine as always

[angliholic]

Hi, Bro and Sis

Gather around
and buy a copy of my poetry

If my poems uplift you
every minute
then you
and I are both fortunate

If not
you can always use them
as sleeping pills
without any side effects
or many bills

If you're lucky
without insomnia
then use it as a pillow
especially
when you haven't had any dream
for a long while

Last but not the least and not the last

If you run out of toilet roll
it makes the most handy substitute
but be careful
while using it

[angliholic]

My friends

Don't weep but smile for me
when one day
I have to meet my maker
for then I won't have to suffer
any more

To light up the darkness
around me
I'm doomed to keep
burning myself
until only a pool of tears
left

[angliholic]

A casual glimpse may leave a bruise
on your delicate skin

At the thought of holding
your luscious body in my arms
I start tingling

Caressing your silky hair
with one hand
I stroke your aromatic bosom gently
with the other
when we start to play
the forbidden game

Romance of Love
permeating our small room

The melody
you're humming is so euphoric
and alluring
that reveals my skills
as an accomplished player

[angliholic]

In the fresh cool morning
I woke up to find roselles in my garden
wearing
many white and pale yellow flowers
in their green clothes
Their faint aromas remind me of your fragrance

If you were here with me at this moment
to adore their gracefulness
I wonder
whether I can keep my eyes off you
while you're keeping yours on them

[angliholic]

I must thank thee
for thy thoughtfulness as well as
graciousness

The long black veil thou doest don
revealest only thy misty mystic fairness
to us
yet keeps thy wrinkles
the naughty years paint on your countenance
to thine own self

[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 sweet honey for me

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

[angliholic]

I must thank thee
for thine thoughtfulness as well as
graciousness

The long black veil thou don
reveals only thine misty mystic fairness
to us
yet keeps thine wrinkles
the naughty years paint on your countenance
to thine own self

[angliholic]

Our heavenly Father

We thank thee for our daily bugs

We ask thee to keep
showering us with gold or money
but not old age

We can always save extra gold or money
in a bank
but where could we deposit
those extra age
may I ask

Please forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those
who trespass against us

Amen

[angliholic]

Roselles are coming back to bloom
at this time of the year
without making any promise
to the season

Yet without a reason
you seem to have disappeared
forever and ever

Your sweetness of yesterday
has brewed me this sorrow of today

Were there a fierce typhoon tomorrow
I wonder
whether it could push this sorrow
even a centimeter

[angliholic]

My Love
Please accept
this red red rose
for it's as appealing as
the rosy glows
on both of your face

If not
please
ponder
for
a
while
how
many
days
its
succulent
petals
will
last

[angliholic]

Give me a tiny piece of land
barely large enough for me to stand
by an ever-flowing stream
and I'll yield plenty of my sweet offspring
to all of you

I'm ready to yield
by nature
so please don't argue
or fight like dogs over a few bones
in my presence

for all I need is love and peace
in my place
where the blue sky and white cloud are always
in an affectionate embrace

[angliholic]

You're omnipresent
yet absolutely not a pleasant present
sent by the maker

I can put up with your hideous exterior
as long as you never appear
in the daylight hour

Now
you're crawling onto the page of my poetry
stenching all the beauty
This is the last straw on delicacy

I'm going to whack you
with the morning newspapers
hoping this incident won't hit the headline
in the evening

[angliholic]

You
are
such
a
crying
baby
shedding
tears
like
summer
rain
even
when
I'm
beaming
brilliantly
like
sunshine

Perhaps
we
are
meant
for
each
other
for
whenever
we
come
across
each
other
we
paint
a
most
resplendent
rainbow
in
the
blue
sky
together

[angliholic]

Life is a rose
when I appreciate its charm
at a distance

Life is full of pains
When I try to grasp its petals
In my palms

[angliholic]

My love
Can you tell me why
purslane supreme yellow is in full bloom
when the sun is in full swing

If you care to cast a glance
your heart
like a tightly-closed bud
will start to unfurl
in the passionate ray of sunshine

[angliholic]

That morning
when on my way to visit spring
I caught a glimpse of your skirt of green
strewed with deep blue polka dots
floating in the breeze
by the roadside
so I guessed
you were waiting for summer's grace

Never did I realize
what love at first sight meant
until your soothing charm
kept lingering in this poor heart of mine

No one knew anything about your name
except you were pretty and lovely
so I supposed
I'd miss you like Echo in the valley

When your name is softly sung
in the song
The Twelfth of Never
I know now I'll love you as well
Bluebell
till summer forgets to come
till you forget to bloom

[angliholic]

I didn't send you an invitation in the first place
yet you always stayed in my place
and made yourself at home
like it was your home

You fed on me
like I was your sugar daddy

Now you're pregnant with my baby
and you simply want to say ciao, baby

You can't just go
after you have shamed my ego

You bloody mosquito

[angliholic]

When I vowed
I would be forever free from the woe
of a lover
my heart appeared a pond mirror

When I see
a spring breeze
flirting and throwing peach blossoms
onto the still water's skin
my heart hence starts rippling

[angliholic]

In the darkness outside
torrential rain keeps stamping on the canopy
gusts howling like ghosts
fierce and hungry
running for easy preys on the flooded streets

I toss and turn in bed feeling uneasy
for I can not see
through the misty window pane
the mesmerizing moon lady
smiling at me
for I was caught up in this small lane

Hence
I sit up and write down this poem
I long for you all the more
although I can see you no more

How I wish you could read it now
but I know how

Maybe in your dream
I'm stepping into the storm this night
against the high wind
and walking toward you on a typhoon night

[angliholic]

It's drizzling again
and I'm thinking of you

Thinking of the silky tresses
that float in the air
conjuring up a paradise
in the misty rain on an 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 wobble
it's neither the gale nor the whisky

It's your charms
with which I'm drunk over and over again

[angliholic]

My words just don't go to the right place
when we come face to face

I couldn't care less
which face
could launch a thousand ship
If I can still maintain my eloquence
in your presence

Hence
I have no choice
but to sing of you in my poetry
even though it may sound a bit silly

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

Repetition

[angliholic]

I'll plant an ocean of sunflowers
on the inside of my heart
since there is nothing but illusions on this earth

When in deep despair
I'll remember to close both of my eyes
and see those cheerful smiles
with the other

[angliholic]

In the season of sunshine
I was waiting for you
under the sky of blue
like waiting for the season of falling leaves
the mellow tide for romance

Now
here you are
perfuming my garden with elegance of art
You're a gorgeous maple
more colorful than all the flower petals

[angliholic]

I'd love to keep my poetry
as brief as can be
like the miniskirt a young girl wears
The shorter it is
the more beauty it reveals

[angliholic]

A tiny pearl may glisten
more brightly
than a mountain of sand

When there is a mountain of sand
in a poem
how could we expect the pearl
to shine through

[angliholic]

And you're leaving in such a hurry today
it seems only yesterday
you came to visit me

Rosebuds are still young and pretty

For one more day
will you be able to stay
to appreciate their charms together in May

[angliholic]

Laying my head upon your lap
I can see the carefree clouds
drifting gracefully
high above in the blue sky
like swans swimming in the pond nearby

Summer breeze is blowing gently
wafting your faint fragrance upon me
your soft long hair all over my face
like amazing grace

Lying here for a thousand years and more
let your tender green leaves
fall and cover me with layer after layer
of your loving caress

Till one day of you I'm a part
till death do we never part

[angliholic]

Simply love you
and don't ask me why

Love you like
little birds love the clouds in the blue sky

Love you like
may flowers love April showers

Love you like
you're the sunshine
and I am the Arctic permafrost

[angliholic]

I'm taking a rest
in the shade of a banyan tree
while the sun is blazing
without mercy

Counting fallen leaves
one by one
like stories of my life
scattered along the journey

Watching clouds drifting by
like dreams of my youth
passing me by

When the sky is painted
with the evening glow
should I follow
the setting sun or
a homeward bound swallow

[angliholic]

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

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

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

[angliholic]

If you were a white cloud
I'd rather be a blue mountain
lying flat on my back, watching you up above my head
gazing at you night and day

Don't be upset
if I'm gaping and speechless
for there's a little brook beside
rippling you a sweet melody on my behalf

If you ask what I'm worried about most
then you'll see
it's you that might get sad one day
and turn yourself into tears

I'm not afraid to get soaking wet
but I might miss you for ages
before running across
your reincarnation once more

[angliholic]

Pal
I really adore the truth the depth
and the philosophy
you presented in your poetry

All is perfect
except that I felt giddy
while reading it
and indigestion after consuming it

[angliholic]

I have been walking
along this winding mountain trail
covered with small pebbles and fallen leaves
for too long and too far
I forget where I am now
I can't even recall
why I took this journey in the first place

The cicadas' love songs are fervent
as the blazing sun
and all the honey bees are dancing and singing
around their sweet daisies

But there seems no spring for me

Maybe if I keep trudging on
I'll come across a peach village
embraced by a cool brook

Maybe not
before the sky is painted pitch black

[angliholic]

Is it fate or simply the wind
that you become my best friend
Where have your folks gone
In the yard, you stand all alone

[angliholic]

If you ask how much I love you
I'll tell you the truth

Were you the morning glory
then I'd be the strong green tree
you nestle up to

Just to catch a glimce of your violet blue
in the morning
I'm willing
to be entwined a thousand times
by your tender green arms

[angliholic]

I'm perfectly all right now
if you could only erase
those broody clouds from my window pane

I couldn't feel better now
if you could only obliterate
those footprints you left on my memory

Don't you worry about me now
if you could only find me a needle
to stitch up those pieces of pain

[angliholic]

Why must a caterpillar
ruin a rosebud so pleasant to the eye
Is it greed
or simply the green eye
that can't bear to imagine a blossom
more beautiful than a butterfly

[angliholic]

Whether on Monday or Tuesday
or Wednesday or Thursday or Friday or Saturday or Sunday
I am OK everyday
except for the day
when my Muse goes on a holiday
that's my most woeful day

[angliholic]

When I left you
I pretended I didn't care about you
anymore
so that you'd miss me no more

Now it's a brand new spring
though it's still wet and freezing
cold outside
I hear the howling
and hope it's not you're crying

I'm coming back home
from a long journey
not to tell you many a story
but to see
if you've found your own rose garden

[angliholic]

When love has become sweet and ripe
overwhelmingly pleasant
even a word is too redundant

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

[angliholic]

Your innocent smile was a forget-me-not
in full swing
I fell for last spring
missing the faint fragrance you sent off
in the air
I kept growing white hair

But I think
it doesn't really matter now
for in every petal of a blue forget-me-not
I see a smile I pine for a lot

[angliholic]

Were poems planted like blossoms in my garden
then I should rejoice to see numerous bees and butterflies
like cheerful lasses
come flying to collect sweet nectar in the morning
and turn it into honey of blissfulness

Come evening
I shall go back home with jaunty steps
smiles written all over my face

[angliholic]

When spotting a gorgeous rose
unfurling in a pile of stinky manure
I feel a most fragrant iris
starting to grow
in my sorrow

[angliholic]

In the morning
you were still beaming
brightly like the sunlight in July

All of a sudden
gloomy clouds are flung everywhere
concealing my azure sky
tears pouring down like the thundershower
in the afternoon
in summer

Walking alone in the street
listening to the rhythm of rain you bring
I'm not scared of your lightening or thundering
let alone get dripping wet

For I'm sure
the minute your tears run dry
is the minute I'm about to sample
the most calming rainbow
on your face

[angliholic]

Walking on a sidewalk
I caught a glimpse of a yellow flower
smiling quietly in a crack

I felt so cheerful
that I forgot where I was heading
I stopped to ask about her name
though I realized it didn't make any sense

With or without a name
she is still the same elegance
giving off fragrance
none the less

[angliholic]

You're quivering outside
unaccompanied
in the early morning rain

The purple corsages you wear
catch and open my drowsy eyes
in the cold air

Your green blouse is swinging
in the autumn breeze
intoxicating
and tugging at my heartstrings

I've got a strange feeling
we seem to have made a promise
ages and ages ago

To meet each other once more
someday somewhere somehow

[angliholic]

A thundershower woke me up
early this morning

Summer heat has finally given way to autumn chill
I keep telling myself I should wear a smile
on my face
especially when birds are still singing
and girls are still flowering

Do you happen to see mine in your place
I'm able to walk in the rain without an umbrella
but I don't think I can manage to go out
without a smile

[angliholic]

My dear Nigella
You're from an exotic land
more mysterious than your misty name

Helen might be worth a thousand words
yet I can't find words
to depict your elegance
which is sure to humble all the lasses
on this land

When you grace my dreamland
my world turns into love in a fanciful plain
dripping with soothing rain

Please
don't let the phone ring in the morning
when someone is still dreaming

[angliholic]

Last summer
we came across each other
like a gentle wind
wafting across a floral field

A happy encounter
left behind
beautiful memories
like flower petals scattering
in the field

You said then
they were your sorrowful tears
in parting

Now I regret to say
they were more like my wistful sighs
when grieving

[angliholic]

And you're a shepherd girl
from the exotic land of fresh grass
I'm a jolly cloud
wandering from a Far East ancient town

While floating high above
I catch a glimpse of a buttercup
sweet as your smile in the meadow

How I wish to be a white lamb
to be able to rest my head upon your lap
to let your small whip
fall gently like raindrops on my body

Yet I know I'm fated
to roam without a destination
it's clear as the water flowing in a brook

When you're counting your sheep at sunset
you're sure to miss me

And if you never give up calling my name
even in the dream
then you'll be a true love of mine

[angliholic]

The way you write your parody really
cracks up my belly
I've been wondering why you think of the pope
every time you come
instead of Mary or Sharry

Whether you're baldy or not
it doesn't really
matter for you're always happy go lucky

And Sharry is visiting us in the autumn breeze
her rosy cheeks are sweet as a pink cherry

If you feel really hungry
I won't pinch any of my penny
to see you're all smiley

[angliholic]

This old clunker of mine
is still perfectly fine

Every part looks young as green corn
and buzzes loudly as a vibrant hornet
except for the horn

[angliholic]

You don't have to utter a word,
and I know you're poetic and romantic
as an autumn breeze.
Whenever you visit,
you paint my world yellow and purple.

But I hate to admit
you're a bit sentimental!
The boundless blue sky you bring,
along with those moody clouds,
is something I can never obliterate easily
from my memory!

[angliholic]

Maybe
I'll never have a chance to see you again
yet I'll recall you like summer rain
my little flower

Maybe
I'm like a bee getting lost in this concrete jungle
yet I'm still dreaming of a soap bubble
my pure flower

[angliholic]

When each bird flies softly by,
waving goodbye to the moody blue, sailing serenely
to a greener land,
leaving me but piles of lonesome clouds,
how I wish
to be able to cut off the line
that has been controlling my life!

One day
when finally I am free
from the hand that holds the line of my destiny,
I wonder whether I'll be flying freely
like a bird or falling
like a free-flying kite from the top
of the world!

[angliholic]

Walking in the summer rain
alone
in the afternoon
I don't think
I need an umbrella or a blue balloon

Nor am I a great fan
of getting dripping wet
like a lonely tree
framed in a roadside vignette

I simply enjoy seeing the way
the rain
washing away
the dust and the pain
from those rejuvenating tiny green leaves
along with my griefs

[angliholic]

You should've known better
than to tie a skylark with a fine feather
to the knot
for he did not
sing for you in your cage
whether at a young or old age
though he did sing with a good grace
at another place

[angliholic]

Frogs frogs frogs ...

Do you cloak so noisily
like politicians
the whole night through
simply
over some trivial mosquitoes

Or
do you feel
forever lonely
too
though
surrounded by millions
of your folks

If so
then I'm willing
to compromise
my serenity

[angliholic]

I can't clearly see
whether the world is forgetting about me
or the other way round

Yet I'm sure as on solid ground
there are still a pen and a few dreams
in the pockets of my jeans

[angliholic]

During the day I meditate like a monk
on the holy verse
nothing in this universe
seems to be able to make me drunk

Yet as soon as the night
falls I can't wait
to dance around an artificial street light

[angliholic]

I want to kick you in the a*s
for you're such a bad a*s
Since the day you came into being
you've been working only for the rich's well being
and presenting the poor with nothing
but tons of bad air
and you think you're so fair

[angliholic]

When My Muse Is Soft as Water

When my muse is soft as water
that's the time I adore her the best
for she's sweet and tender

As soon as she gets all steamed up
she turns ethereal as vapor
and vanishes at once into thin air

While she's pregnant
she can be grumpy and no more elegant

But it's soon and readily forgotten
for after the pain of labor and delivery
the sky will wrap our newborn baby
in a kaleidoscopic ribbon

[angliholic]

You're dashing so fast
that time is left far behind in the past
You're running here and there
but will you ever get somewhere
rather than end up in the middle of nowhere
one day you're running out of breath

[angliholic]

Don't let a varmint's two lips
kiss your pink tulips
the supple petals where perfume drips
Then I'll pen your chastity
in poetry
so that everyone can savor your virtuousness
as well as fragrance

[angliholic]

Nothing ventured
nothing gained

Nothing gained
nothing worried

[angliholic]

Isn't it a blessing in disguise
to die young
for beauty never has a chance
to grow old

[angliholic]

Every family has a skeleton in the closet
but more than a cockroach in the house

[angliholic]

How I envy you
you dance to beauty the whole day through
and sip the drink of gods on the job

While you're sitting on a flower's top
will you ever meditate on the meaning of blue

[angliholic]

Now who's sighing
and who's sobbing

If not
why is there this blue river without rains
flooding all over my veins
when summer sunshine is still here
and autumn's wailing winds are too far away to hear

Since it's impossible to split this blue pain
with a knife in half
I have no option but to let it drain off
through the tip of my pen


Copyrighted be Lewis Jian

[angliholic]

Hi, bro
Go find a pretty girl and
marry her
If she remains charming
forever
then you are the luckiest guy
If she turns to be
not so nice
then you'll become wise

[angliholic]

Maybe I'm penning a mountain of trash
yet it's better than emptiness
for it may be recycled and refined some day
in some way
into some gold
when I'm getting old

[angliholic]

The day I came into this world
I was crying

When your smile was here
to humble all the May flowers
I was crying
I feared you would go with them
sooner or later

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


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

[angliholic]

Every family has a skeleton in the closet
but many a cockroach in the house

[cafolini]

Every family has a skeleton in the closet
but many a cockroach in the house

I think a skeleton usually has a family in the closet until they kick its arse out of the house and put some roach motels along the baseboards and under the sinks.

[angliholic]

I think a skeleton usually has a family in the closet until they kick its arse out of the house and put some roach motels along the baseboards and under the sinks.
Ty, cafolini, for the most wonderful and whimsical thought in your reply.

[angliholic]

On the rainy day
I'd like to be your umbrella on the way
back home
for you to hold dearly like a poem

So long as you feel snug
I fear not dripping like a leaking jug

[cafolini]

On the rainy day
I'd like to be your umbrella on the way
back home
for you to hold dearly like a poem

So long as you feel snug
I fear not dripping like a leaking jug

At least buy a bag of contingency diapers.

[angliholic]

[QUOTE=cafolini;1229970]At least buy a bag of contingency diapers.[/QUOTE
Thanks, cafolini, for the most humorous and romantic reply

[angliholic]

Birds had long aspired to be able to fly
in the immense sky
before they eventually grew wings

If I keep spreading my wings
I believe my imagination will soar high
like an eagle by and by

[angliholic]

After weaving myself a cocoon
I did own a small cozy room of my own
yet I felt so lonely and alone

As soon as I cut it open
and crawl out as a butterfly
in the distant sky
the sun is rising above the horizon

[angliholic]

The bikini you're wearing
is as revealing
as the birthday suit of tropical fish
colorful vibrant and girlish

Yes
you're the coolest ice cream to my eyes
in the sizzling hot summer
when life seems trapped in a drowsy slumber

But I know there is an invisible red line
that's as good as a big sum of fine
that I must not cross
I'd be nailed to a cross
if I do

If I do
I'll fall easy prey to
the most mesmerizing spider web you spun
in the long run

[angliholic]

Fine feathers make fine birds

Yet it's not fine quills that make fine writers
but fine thinkers

[angliholic]

While you're taking a stroll
on the fallen leaves soft and yellow
along a lakeshore path in the sunset glow
I cautiously follow
for fear of stepping on your shadow
which I always cherish and hallow

[angliholic]

When my Muse and I are
in cold war
my poem reads like a spiny cactus

When my Muse and I are
crazy for each other
our love crystalizes into a vibrant rose

[angliholic]

It was a long time ago
that I heard people call you mango

Though you don't seem to have a brain
yet I know you're not plain
for you've devised a beautiful foolproof plan
for both creatures and man

You reward them with fresh sweet meat
whenever they spread your seed

[angliholic]

Some find a diamond in a grain of sand
while some treat a diamond as a grain of sand

[angliholic]

It's foolproof as hell
for your every shot to tell

Shoot before you draw the bull's eye
and it's easy as pie

[angliholic]

I'm fed up with your passion
as you keep dazzling me with intense emotion
in the blazing hot midsummer

However
I know I'm going to long for your affection
come the cold bleak midwinter

[angliholic]

As long as you're pretty as a poppy
artificial beauty is not a bad thing to me

It's not that I don't like an ugly duckling
but that I love more a gorgeous darling

[angliholic]

If you're looking for a tusk
never go for a mollusk
but find it in the mouth of an elephant

It's self-evident
though not at all elegant

[angliholic]

It's not necessary to take one's pants off
when making gas
except one wants to show off
the gorgeous a*s

[Haunted]

angli, really nice to see you so prolific! Some good stuff here. These short pieces work for me. They say more than some really long, dragged out poems. Just don't fall for the rhyming trap. You can do even better without trying to rhyme. More natural that way.

[angliholic]

Thanks, Haunted, for the kind words and advice.

[angliholic]

When you're soaring high
and gliding so gracefully in the sky
all the little birds down below
can't help but sigh

Once in a while you have to fly low
and swoop in for the kill though

[angliholic]

I saw a black ant roaming around
in my room this morning
It must have hitched a ride on the vegetable
to my house

I didn't swat or step on him

My small room
must have been an enormous universe
for him
Likewise this enormous universe
where I stay
must be someone else's small room

What if I were stepped on
without any reason

[angliholic]

A bee's falling head over heels in love with a young flower
so they stick to each other like lacquer

But after a day
when there is no more colors and fragrant nectar
the bee has to go his own way

[angliholic]

The more easily one falls in love with a pretty lass
the harder for one to keep loving the nagging old grass

[angliholic]

You're twinkling like a distant star
but it's not in the least bizarre
that you're nothing besides a castle in the air
seemingly so fair

Yet who is to blame
when I'm attracted to you still the same

[angliholic]

There's nothing to lose
supposing I choose
to write poetry for the rest of my life
to view it as my prospective wife

If she turns out pretty
all are welcome to relish her beauty

If she's ugly
then I won't worry
someone will steal her from me

[angliholic]

Will you stop or slow down
and don't let me feel like a silly clown

You have three
and I guess it's the key to the mystery
that you always outrun me

That's why you always make me blue
since I have only two

[angliholic]

You will be always seventeen
forever young and lush green

You never think of me as your sugar daddy
as you never ask for a candy
let alone a ruby

You're flawless and wonderful
but I won't feel awful

No one can take you away from me
for you're my poetry

[angliholic]

Little birds
Though I don't understand your words
I see you either chitchat all day long
or occasionally chirp a song

The farmers labor in the field from morning till night
struggling to get out of their plight

Nevertheless you harvest their fruits happily
Little wonder you're lucky

[angliholic]

Though you're little
you're not the one for people to belittle
You're so hot and spicy
that I dare not take you lightly

You never bark like a dog
or a bullfrog
but the worst of all is your bite
sure to leave people in a woeful plight
if they give you a reckless bite

[angliholic]

You're a pretty cloud, love to wander
and I'm a small rippling river

Lying by a meadow with splashes of yellow
singing for you today and tomorrow

Maybe you're too far away to savor my melody
which is lovely as well as lively

Maybe I don't mind you're a drifter
as your reflection was once in my clear mirror

[angliholic]

Why do you smell so sweet to me
though I'm neither a butterfly nor a bee

They're your matchmakers in essence
so it makes perfect sense
that you should reward them with your fragrance
but why am I of importance
to you

Is it that I will feel less blue
when you're here with me to get over
the blistering hot summer

[angliholic]

Butterfly
Please stop flapping your wings
for a short while
or you might ripple a most innocent smile
that's reflecting in my mind

[angliholic]

Morning glory
How pretty you are like my sweet Mary
but only in the fresh morning
Isn't it a pity

While you're most bewitching
let me extol your beauty
and pen it in a book of poetry
before you become a sob short story
in the evening

[angliholic]

The dormant volcano
covered in white snow
in the distance
looks like an old man of great elegance
so peaceful and amiable
but is it possible
that he did hurt so many people
when young impulsive and impossible

[angliholic]

If you depict your complicated feeling
in an easy way like a breeze in spring
then this simpleton
who isn't a citizen in the realm of wisdom
can easily see what you mean

If you express a simple thing
in a tricky way
even Albert will lose his way

[angliholic]

Must be waiting
for someone special and engaging
on this late night
for your eyes are dimming
with tears
on this lonely street

[angliholic]

Why does the fox say to the grapes

Oh, you aren't even ripe yet
I don't need any sour grapes

It's not that he can't get it
but that the grapes are indeed sweet

[angliholic]

One for the road
two for our remorse like a heavy load
and the last for our precious youth
lavished on nonsense

[angliholic]

My love in this lonesome journey
you're red hot and punchy

I can manage to live without Lucy or Lulu
yet it's hard to imagine life without you

Though you looks lovely and saucy
I'm not afraid you'll make a cuckold out of me
for you're my yummy kimchi

[angliholic]

Peking roast duck
Although you can no more quack
you're more adorable than
the most graceful swan
to a hungry man

[angliholic]

Fairest wild flower
vibrantly blooms only in stinky manure
but not in a vase
in any case

[angliholic]

Beauty is only skin deep
but it's deep
enough for a daisy to captivate myriads of bees
as easy as a breeze

[angliholic]

I'm reading a yellow leaf
when it's falling gracefully from a maple tree
towards the ground
like a tiny pretty poem

A late summer breeze is here to see it off
floating it for the last but most beautiful trip
on earth

It's returning home
to the soil again
after this seasonal journey
after life has become so yellow and mellow

[angliholic]

I'm a dewdrop at dawn
awake to the first morning sunshine
caressing my skin
and disturbing my sweet dream

When a ladybug is scurrying
for the shade under a willow weeping
I feel like an idle cloud wandering
in the blue heavens
catching a glimpse of a yellow buttercup smiling
in a green pasture

When the evening spreads the sunset glows around
like purple and orange petals on the ground
I'm going to sing a sad old song
for the weather-worn vagabond

When the night's eyes start to twinkle
I'll be a shooting star
flying across the murky sky

[angliholic]

Though there are many flowers in the sun
only your silly smile gives me so much fun

I might be brave enough to fight a lion
but when you called me a dork
my body seemed as soft as a cork

Next time
don't refer to me as goofy
for I'll feel as giddy as a melting jelly

Whenever you call me names
I wonder why on earth I have so many names

[angliholic]

Ahead of me, only birds' chirping
behind me, autumn's gently breathing

Scattered on this shady path
were a few blurry footprints
like missing pages of some unread stories

My mind was more cloudy
than the evening glow in the western sky
my feet soft as a jelly
longing for a rest
wishing to be the bird in a tree nearby
perching comfortably in its cozy nest

Perhaps
I should sit in a pavilion on the hill
for a while
waiting for the cicadas to play their finale

For the maple trees to turn yellow
for all the leaves to float like falling snowflakes
and for the spring to grace this land again

[angliholic]

When floral fragrances are no more floating
in the breeze
I'll be waiting
for you in a forest of maple trees

I'm envisioning
you are now stepping
on the far end of a rainbow of colorful fallen leaves
in a wedding dress with long sleeves
walking toward me

From the tale of a fairy
you're now walking toward me

[angliholic]

What a tasteful lace parasol you are

In the scorching hot summer
you fend off all the malicious sunlight
for ladies in broad daylight

Graceful as daffodils swaying to a soft tune
is the summer breeze you bring

Tripping after your footsteps in the plain
is the misty rain
trickling lightly down like many a gentle hand
caressing each bud on this green island

[angliholic]

When a gale is sweeping through this stage of sorrow
the trees lining the street start dancing
wildly like there's no tomorrow
like girls on the loose, shaking
off their leaves like pieces of clothing

Don't sneer when they're getting drunk
or lying naked on the ground
for spring is gone
summer is almost done
and how many good times left are still unknown

[angliholic]

Yesterday it was still a bud
today a full-blown blossom with blue blood

What will become of this delightful yellow
come sorrow of tomorrow

Let's drink a toast to life and get tipsy

A blossom will be forever a beauty
when our minds remain dizzy

[angliholic]

I've never had a liking for you
because it's true
that you always steal farmers' crop
and chat in public nosily and nonstop

I've never paid attention to you
for you're tiny and insignificant too

However when I see
you have to take care of your family
I realize you're not at all lousy

[angliholic]

If you're grieving for the spring
which has sneaked away without warning
with the one you adore most

Why not take a look at heavenly blues
when they're young as the one you pine for most

You're sure to ignore your blues
for many a century
as long as you're wrapped up in their beauty

[angliholic]

The torrential rains brought by a typhoon
cloak my window with thousand layers of rain curtain
confining me to my small room
and painting me a picture of total gloom

Suddenly I feel like a caged skylark
far away from the natural park
for too long
that I've forgotten how to sing the song
passed down from my ancestors
and how to show my true colors

[angliholic]

If your dog is fatter than a huge pig
and your pig
is thinner than a skinny monkey
take it
whether you like it or not
for as often as not
such is life
which may not be pretty as your wife

[angliholic]

My darling
I'm picking small wild flowers in my garden
in the plum rain season
to make a spring wreath for you

If it fails to please you
please forgive me
for I'm not a man with gold or money

[angliholic]

Do you still remember
when I was still a young breeze in April
your heart was messed up
as the tender leaves on a shrub

You said with a deep sigh
you were too timidly shy
to dream beyond the blue mountain
where there could be no fountain

Only after
my passionate summer
has passed you're starting
to put on the most gorgeous clothing
the day
my prime has drifted far away
with the spring

[angliholic]

One rainy afternoon
you showered me with many a fanciful balloon

Like raindrops one after another
your tenderness kept falling on the pond of my heart
forming multitudinous ripples
ever expanding your charming dimples
along with my blissfulness

But all of a sudden I felt totally helpless
for the rain stopped abruptly
and ruthlessly

[angliholic]

Not until I turned off the light inside
before hitting the pillow
did I notice the moonlight
shining through my humble window

[angliholic]

With no summer rain
I reckon I'm still able to remain
as cool as a cucumber
in the long scorching hot weather

With no sunflower
I guess I can manage to survive
the long gloomy winter

Yet without your smile
on this journey
life will become a long lonely trial
without mercy

[angliholic]

Azaleas are blooming here and there
on the hill
though I can still
feel the early spring chill

I'd like to pick a pure white one for you
to put it in your hair
as you're the most special
but where are you

I shouldn't have missed you
so much in the first place
for I know you're nothing but my echo

Though I'm not Narcissus
I'm wasting away for the same reflection
still the same

[angliholic]

It sure is a win-win policy
for us to publish our books of poetry

If they sell well
then we'll roll in the dough

What if business is slow
Well we might as well
give them away to people who can't sleep well

[angliholic]

We devour dainty delicacies
and invariably turn them into stinky messes

Nevertheless
even a tiny blue bell can transform our waste
into a fragrant garden of good taste

Are we really the noblest of all creatures
or are we just vultures

[angliholic]

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

If this is the last poem I write
it sure is about your bright
smile that's as pure
as driven snow I'm pretty sure

If there's something I want to say to you
it's not how much I love you
on Monday morning gloomy and blue
but how are you

[angliholic]

In the shade of subtropical trees
on the school playground
from dawn to dusk
for many a summer
a silent boy used to fly a kite

He didn't have the slightest idea
why he loved watching the kite flying far and high
why those cicadas kept humming lonely tunes

Maybe he knows why now
for he has turned into a kite flying far and high
and he knows the thin string
tied to his soul may break any minute now

Maybe he'll fly into Vincent's starry night
and shine there one night
Maybe he'll simply fall into the Bermuda Triangle

Maybe he couldn't care less
as long as he enjoys his flying now

[angliholic]

Everything just doesn't go your way
for it's not your day

Why not dress up like a scarecrow
if you feel deep sorrow

Like a ragged man in ragged clothes
run to a most remote place only God knows
take it easy
and let it be

[angliholic]

Once an ocean of orange delight
now the blossom is all but out of sight
and the cheerful season is over
leaving behind a mountain of remorse for the ineffable clover

Though admirers have all gone
yet the story of life must keep dragging on

[angliholic]

You often sway alone in the wind
like a quiet dandelion
dancing gracefully at a small yard
forgotten by the world

And I
I'm constantly tumbling on many a strange road
like a tumbleweed moving on and on
and I've forgotten the world

In the season of Zephyr
we're ready to hit the road again
but where's our future shelter

Maybe we'll settle down in the same pasture
Maybe not

Let us pray
fate in the long run will bring us together

[angliholic]

You don't have to give me a bunch of roses
when I'm leaving, young sis
for they'll turn out a pile of remorse
when tomorrow comes

Just give me a smile
a breeze which keeps me going mile after mile
And I'll treasure it in my memory
for many a century

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem last night when sleeping
yet in the morning
I could only vaguely recall

April stayed all the while with us in a fantasy world
after we shook off our weather-beaten bodies
our spirits soaring and navigating through the stars
and settled down on a fairy planet
where souls never feel hungry
and never kill to live

Where we'll remain forever young and pure
for we have no Pandora's box there

[angliholic]

Fickle clouds constantly emerge like black ravens
out of nowhere
hide the cheerful sun without warning
and hover over the miserable sky like scavengers
without mercy

This world has been under vilest weather for too long
so is there a need for me
to pour more pitch upon it
or to caw like an ominous crow
I really doubt it

As curse the darkness around this world
I might as well light up a candle

[angliholic]

Eighteen is a flowery age
a pretty bud
ready to take a trip with the autumn breeze
like a touring minstrel
carrying only a guitar
and a bunch of white hyacinths
stepping on a red carpet of fallen leaves
and traveling to many exotic small towns

The night when you're leaving
I'll pluck two brightest stars in the sky for your earrings
to accompany you on the journey
to lighten up your way in the darkest moment
and to let you think of me if you're lonely

[angliholic]

I've been waiting by the window of August
for the autumn to come by
or just to fly by
like a migrating locust
but I'm afraid I can't hang on any longer
for it's still mid summer

I don't feel sorrow
for even a green leaf can turn yellow
wither at any minute
and fall from its mother tree

I'm not going to whine but laugh
for we're free at last
we're free at last
Thank God almighty we're free at last

[angliholic]

Once upon a time
when I was looking for a dime
for I had lost a nickel
I spotted a huge dog without a muzzle
roaming free in the street

I looked around and found a dude nearby
so I guessed he was the guy
that owned the mean canine
that was ready to run through the red line

So I advised him to use a leash
but he said a leash was as good as trash
for his dog never bit people

Would you be included in the people
if you were not him but me

[angliholic]

Only good people die young
so that's why
there are fewer and fewer around

This burning earth must have gone awry
so that's why
numerous good people have chosen
to ascend to heaven

[virtuoso]

I like the proverbial homily in your latest poem. Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth. When terminal sickness strikes the innocent young, I think the contrition is multiplied. Their bodies ascend, but their spirits forever dwell with us. Enjoyed your sentient poem.

[angliholic]

I like the proverbial homily in your latest poem. Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth. When terminal sickness strikes the innocent young, I think the contrition is multiplied. Their bodies ascend, but their spirits forever dwell with us. Enjoyed your sentient poem.

Thanks, Virtuoso, for the feedback.
Blessed are the meek~~Amen.

[angliholic]

When I open wide my eyes to look for my old hometown,
it seems as far as the farthest star in a night sky,
and in a blink of an eye, it's gone.

When I close my eyes,
it's right in front of me, in the mind's eye,
as appealing as a rural tapestry,
with boys running with the wind in a field,
girls playing with water by a brook!

One day
when I eventually close my eyes
and never wake up,
I wonder
whether my green green grass of home will still exist
as well as this illusory universe.

[angliholic]

Everything seems fresh as green leaves
after a night of high winds along with torrential rains
It's so serene that I'd think I'm in Heaven

I forget I'm still in the eye of a typhoon
the earth is still turning round and round
and age-old time is still running

If only I could turn myself into the artificial sunflowers
hanging on the wall over my bed

After all these years
they are still young and beautiful
and never fails to bring me delightful smiles
whether it's summer or winter

[angliholic]

Please
Mr. Early Summer Frog
if you can't help but croak
do it quietly
for fear that you might wake up
Ms. Young Butterfly from her spring dream

[angliholic]

Why the king of beasts isn't viewed as civilized
as we human beings
Probably it's because we eat steaks
with a knife and fork
while they do so with their dirty claws
and that's not proper table manners

[angliholic]

When thirsty
you drink fresh morning dew gracefully
yet when hungry
you feed on pests voraciously

In spite of being a colorful beauty
you show me
life can be so simple and easy

[Haunted]

Nice little digestive pieces, and certainly amusing. Watch out for redundancies like "delightful smiles". Now, aren't we the ultimate king of the beasts? The difference isn't that we have better table manners, it's that we are at the top of the food chain with the means to eat even the king of the beasts. Just food for thought :).

[angliholic]

Nice little digestive pieces, and certainly amusing. Watch out for redundancies like "delightful smiles". Now, aren't we the ultimate king of the beasts? The difference isn't that we have better table manners, it's that we are at the top of the food chain with the means to eat even the king of the beasts. Just food for thought :).
Thanks, Haunted, for the feedback.
I read of a joke ages ago: the difference between uncivilized and civilized cannibals is that the latter now eat people with a knife and fork.

[angliholic]

Last night
I was kissed in my dream
by a dew drop mysterious, pretty, and young
yet even before the Sun rose
she was gone

What was going on
I tried to recall when I woke up in the morning
why couldn't a thing of joy be enduring

[tailor STATELY]

... tailor lingers in the shadows, silent and smiling - only to vanish as a cat's-paw upon a lazy stream; as not to disturb the poet.

ta (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[angliholic]

... tailor lingers in the shadows - only to vanish as a cat's-paw in a lazy stream, silent and smiling; as not to disturb the poet.

ta (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks, Tailor, for the feedback.
In this lazy summer, I feel giddy and dizzy if I don't read a reply now and then.

[angliholic]

If you still feel lazy from the summer heat
I'll turn myself into a falling leaf
to knock at your window
and to let out
the most gorgeous season is here to stay now
so that you may open your heart
like your eyes
to feel the golden hues
gradually taking over the green rice field
as well as the forest on the hill

[angliholic]

A faded yellow eucalyptus leaf is falling
in the early morning
when the air is still crispy fresh

It simply keeps falling
without any breeze
not on the flowery meadow a few meters away
but on the hood of my car in a parking lot
when September has not yet come

[angliholic]

When I open wide my eyes to look for my old hometown,
it seems as far as the farthest star in a night sky,
and in a blink of an eye, it's gone.

When I close my eyes,
it's right in front of me, in the mind's eye,
as appealing as a rural tapestry,
with boys running with the wind in a field,
girls playing with water by a brook!

One day
when I eventually close my eyes
and never wake up,
I wonder
whether my green grass of home will still exist
as well as this illusory universe.

[Jerrybaldy]

Hello old friend. Good to read you again and good to see you are still flora obsessed ;)

[angliholic]

Hello old friend. Good to read you again and good to see you are still flora obsessed ;)
Good to read your feedback for me again, old friend.
All the best to you

[angliholic]

Come September
let me hold your hand
a little white hand
Let's take a stroll in the shade of pines
near a lotus pond

Come September
let's have a taste of early autumn
a primitive aroma of lotuses
and grass when the summer heat
has finally subsided

[angliholic]

It's a pity I can't see your face
for you're definitely as fickle as this heart
Yet when you're here to grace
I can sense my heart
swaying gently with the tree you caress

[angliholic]

Where are the myriad sounds of carefree laughter
we left in the air
while we were shooting the breeze
in the spring

Are they still blowing in the wind
or turning into tears
that can't bear to roll down our cheeks
like faded leaves
when fall's just around the corner

[Buh4Bee]

Although I have enjoyed most of what you have posted, the last three were very pretty.

[angliholic]

Although I have enjoyed most of what you have posted, the last three were very pretty.
Thanks, Buh, for your kind words.

[angliholic]

Is it the summer passion
or autumn breeze
that transforms my world into a lotus paradise
dripping with pure white
peaceful purple and soothing blue delight

Not long ago I still remember
there was nothing but mud with troubled water
right in the center of the pond

[angliholic]

I'm gaping in awe without a word but sigh
sighing at your pure beauty
when you swing suavely in a sea of rice paddy

You're a sister golden hair
my belle forever
though weighed heavily with sweet burden
of mellow and golden

Yet I know for some reason
you're still craving for a rainy season

For I'm a straw man standing right in front
complaining about the long dry season
with a grunt

[angliholic]

Since life is nothing but a dream,
I'll spend my whole life dreaming about you,
dreaming you and I
living in a garden of innocence.

There I'll be a farmer,
weed the garden in the daytime,
write poems for you in the free time,
and read them aloud
by the fireplace in the evening.

[angliholic]

I spread out my heart like a page of poetry
underneath a maple tree
Perhaps some floating leaves may fall right upon it
and paint a foliage vignette on it

[angliholic]

A long shadow following a lone man
along a mountain trail
disappears
in a cherry tree shade

a leaf of a poetry book
is opened
under a pine tree

and a butterfly is flurrying its way home
on a fall afternoon

[angliholic]

The autumn breeze is whispering to me
in a sweet olive tree
in the morning

Though I have a yearning
to write a poem
at this fragrant moment
for you
yet my sky has been painted blue
since I last saw you
when you were young as a poppy swaying
in the spring

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

The sky is slate blue today
Maybe I should bury my sorrow
in the soil with some daisy seeds before it's too late
and in autumn I'll patiently wait
for them to grow into delightful yellow
on the meadow

[angliholic]

We're all playful green leaves
for our mother is a tree
a maple tree living in a small town
on the other side of a mountain

Though she recognizes only a few words
she does read those clouds well
To bear and raise us
she has tasted all kinds of weathers

The season when we're most colorful
is the season when she's young no more

Maybe we're going nowhere
yet, for those lost butterflies in gloomy autumn
we'll paint a yellow brick road

[angliholic]

Formosa, I love you.

You're my playground,
my schoolyard,
my inspiration,
my battlefield,
my retreat,
my castle,
and my beloved Mother.

Formosa, I love you.

[angliholic]

Perhaps it's a mistake
that we came to this world, for
the road between us seems long and rugged.

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

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

[angliholic]

If you still feel lazy from the summer heat
I'll turn myself into a falling leaf
to knock at your window
and to let out
the most gorgeous season is here to stay now
so that you may open your heart
like your eyes
to feel the golden hues
gradually taking over the green rice field
as well as the forest on the hill

[angliholic]

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

[angliholic]

A smart-alec monkey once encouraged his young fellow men
not to be high-ranking officials in the government
but to sacrifice themselves and do something for their country
and many innocent young did buy his story

As a consequence
there were few to compete with him for the throne
so he could own a harem of young wives and concubines
privileged by his power and money
What a cunning monkey

He who asked others to sacrifice their pleasures
might enjoy their sacrifices

[angliholic]

Whenever you smile to me
you fill my world with rosy clouds
an instant turns eternal beauty

[angliholic]

Frogs frogs frogs ...

Do you croak so noisily
like politicians
the whole night through
simply
over some trivial mosquitoes

Or do you feel forever lonely too
though surrounded
by millions of your folks

If so
then I'm willing to compromise
my serenity

[angliholic]

An ancient windmill
on a hill

a white dove
on a wooden cross

the wind is blowing
the blades are spinning

and a river is gurgling
through a meadow

[angliholic]

I woke up to a cool morning today,
hearing little birds chirping a farewell tune.

Guess they're leaving for the warmer south!
If only I could travel with them,
I'd float like a fallen leaf on a clear stream
to a far-off tropical island.

gaze up at nothing but the fluffy polar bears
sauntering high above the blue sky,
then gently close my eyes,
and quietly daydream my life away.

[angliholic]

It was in the season
when morning glories were in full bloom
that we came across each other

Like two lines once crossing each other
you've gone your way
and I mine

While the leaves are changing colors and fading
my heart is getting colder and colder

I haven't thought about you for a long while
to say nothing of dreaming of you

Since it's impossible for us to get together again
why not let our story drift away
with the summer breeze

[angliholic]

Ahead of me, only birds' chirping
behind me, autumn's gently breathing
scattered on this shady path
were a few blurry footprints
like missing pages of some unread stories

My mind is more cloudy than the evening clouds
in the western sky
my feet as weak as jelly
longing for a rest
How I wish to be the bird in the tree nearby
perching comfortably in its cozy nest

Perhaps
I'll sit in a pavilion on the hillside
waiting for the cicadas to play their finale
for the maple trees to turn yellow
for all the leaves to float like falling snowflakes
and for the spring to grace this land again

[angliholic]

If your beauty is a rainbow after the rain
let me bear the pain in the rain

If you're a butterfly in flight
let me be the caterpillar
a thorn in the eye

If you're lovely morning sunlight
l'm willing to be the lonely night

[angliholic]

When autumn is also drunk
with the sweet golden wine of the setting sun
and falling down within its own colors of flame maple trees
a smirking wind nearby
witnessing all this
starts laughing and swirling a wood of falling leaves
into a shower of flying colorful confettis

[angliholic]

Yesterday it was still breezy
now it's snarling and growling like crazy

And the day before yesterday
it rained like cats and dogs all the way
if memory serves me right
nothing seemed all right and bright

How can I expect a sunny tomorrow
now that I'm fed up with so much sorrow

[angliholic]

Who was the naughty urchin
that splashed green paints everywhere in spring
and set off a kaleidoscope of fireworks all over the meadows

Now
who is this melancholy girl
that's starting to cry the sky blue
and sprinkle gold dust all over the lands
dousing the flaming passion of summer

See
all the woods are weeping
and yellowing

[angliholic]

I'm a narcissus that doesn't bloom
never obsessed with my own reflection in a pond
for I'm not so fragrant as perfume

On the contrary people have bad breath
after eating me as food spice

But they still love me
for I'm good for their body
Who am I

[angliholic]

After weaving myself a cocoon
I did own a small cozy room of my own
yet I felt so lonely and alone

As soon as I cut it open
and climb out as a butterfly
in the distant sky
the sun is rising above the horizon

[angliholic]

I went to see my little kids in the garden this morning
and refreshed them with clean water

They were growing much taller and greener
and this was extremely uplifting

When I came back home later
I couldn't remember where I left my worry

Maybe it was still lying in the field beside a small river
where the sun shone brightly

[angliholic]

Is it the summer passion
or autumn breeze
that transforms my world into a lotus paradise
dripping with pure white peaceful purple
and soothing blue delight

Not long ago
I still remember there was nothing
but mud with troubled water
right in the center of the pond

[angliholic]

When trees begin to put on red and purple
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

[angliholic]

It's not the howling wind outside
or the freezing drizzle
accompanied by the strongest ever cold front
that sends chills down my spine
but your wintry eyes
your indifferent heart
and your silence

[angliholic]

The night isn't young any longer
and the weather's getting colder and colder

Having turned off the light and hit the straw for a long while
yet I just toss about in my bed
like a seed in the mud
looking forward to the snow's thawing
and wondering whether it'll be able to sprout again
when another spring comes along

[qimissung]

It's not the howling wind outside
or the freezing drizzle
accompanied by the strongest ever cold front
that sends chills down my spine
but your wintry eyes
your indifferent heart
and your silence

I like this one best, angliholic. Nothing hurts worse than indifference.

[angliholic]

I like this one best, angliholic. Nothing hurts worse than indifference.
Thanks, qimissung, for reading and the kind words.

Happy New Year to you

[angliholic]

My dear friends

Let's raise a toast to the new year
for after tonight I'm afraid
no one can come back to this very year

Let's congratulate ourselves on growing older
though not necessarily wiser
Anyway
who cares about being or not being wiser
as long as we're kind and generous to others

[angliholic]

The sun was all smiles
on the first day of the new year
whereas the lingering cold front was
nowhere to be found

In the evening
when I was about to shout
"Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!"
I saw out of nowhere
a couple of mosquitoes showing up in my bedroom
like party-goers
ready for a big feast in the early spring
and of course
at the expense of my precious blood
and peace

To be frank with you
Well! I did enjoy their company
not in the least

[angliholic]

When floral fragrances are no longer
floating in the air
I'll be waiting
for you
in a forest of maple trees

Imagine you are now stepping
on the far end of a rainbow
the colorful fallen leaves
walking toward me

From a fairy tale
you're now walking toward me

[angliholic]

Waiting for You in the Icy Cold Weather
I don't really appreciate the icy cold weather
very much
If you don't show up this winter
as always
I couldn't care less
for I've forgotten the way you look
and the reason
why I love a little brook

[angliholic]

No snow glistening
No sleigh bells jingling
January after January

Now I've learned to look for a bug here
and a worm there in the field
like many other chickens do

Although I still recall
as a fledgling
I always presumed I would take wing like an eagle
to a wonderland in winter
when fully fledged

[angliholic]

So gorgeous is your golden hair
blowing gracefully in the wind
in the morning

Jealous is how I feel
when sunshine's caressing your chubby face
with beads of dew still clinging on

Inviting are your pure white teeth
and succulent are those cherry lips
Popping up in my head is the word mellow

Dragging you by the golden hair
into the gloomy woods is the villain
the gusty wind

[angliholic]

You're like the pretty pixie in Neverland
and we could be meant for each other
were it not for your love bites
which are worse than those of a crocodile

I don't mind at all
whenever you bite me and suck my blood
as long as you won't leave me itching all over
or lure me into scratching the old itch

So I really regret to say that
I have to smash you
and won't let you fly away with it
even though you may conceive my babies

[angliholic]

I've made up my mind
not to shed my tears for you
if one day
you have to bid me adieu

It's not that
I'm a reptile or made of stone
but that
I fear
they may flood your town
and drown those innocent fish
in the ocean

[Jerrybaldy]

This place is better by your presence.

[angliholic]

This place is better by your presence.
Thanks, Jerrybaldy, for your compliment and I treasure it very much because you're my favorite English poet so far.
This place is the best by your presence.

[angliholic]

What if
no one cares to cast a glance at your poetry

Do you still firmly believe
it's not nonsense graffiti but precious jewelry

Will you keep on playing your guitar
and singing for the cow

Or will you consider picking up a butcher knife
slaughtering the cow
and throwing the pen away for life

[Jack of Hearts]

Holy crap. You're a true believer. To write prolifically and get minimal response or validation takes umpf. Good for you.





J

[angliholic]

Holy crap. You're a true believer. To write prolifically and get minimal response or validation takes umpf. Good for you.

J

Thanks, Jack of Hearts, for the recognition and praise.
Happy New Year
Btw, I post my scribbles here to file and keep them together. I also post them on other poetry forums on facebook and there I do get lots of likes and responses.

[angliholic]

If my poetry turns out to be
an ugly duckling
plain and agonizing
please kindly dig a hole for me
and bury it gently
with some seeds of forget-me-not

Maybe
they will germinate in the spring
growing up to be soothing
delightful as the light blue sky in summer
and my world will look much better

Or maybe not

[angliholic]

Ages ago
I can't remember exactly
at what time though

Maybe
since the stone age
my Muse has started taking painkillers
but the more painkillers
she takes
the more pains there seem to be
and the more painkillers
she has to take
and the more painkillers
she has to buy
and the more money she has to burn
and the more money I have to earn
and the more bones
I have to break to bring home the bacon
and the sooner
I'll meet my creator

To tell the truth
I don't pity these humble bones of mine
in the least
What I worry most
is that there will be no more bedtime story
if I bid you adieu in such a hurry

[angliholic]

Painkillers effectively kills everything
ranging from your money
spouse, peaceful time, good life ... etc

You name it
they kill it
except for one mere trifle
that is

Your Pain

[angliholic]

This afternoon
not very common in January
the sun was sprinkling gold dust
lavishly
here and there
on the golden cornfield
not far away from a small hill

Tired of the hustle and bustle of city life
I took a walk there
and had a nap for a long while
to photosynthesize with those ancient pines
bathed in the yellow sunlight

At dusk
when time to pull up stakes
I rejoiced to find
this rice worm was too overloaded
with golden sunshine
to stand up
on his own two roots

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem for you
but didn't send it through
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch of purple lavender

Though you live half a world away
there's always a way
for you to read my heart

If my soul is the strings of a guitar
and yours the sounding box
then they are never really apart

[angliholic]

You left me just a few hours ago
which seemed ages and ages to me
Without you around
my mind has turned messy
as the disheveled hair on the head of a hobo

People say
another cold front's on the way
I'm afraid
this world will become eventually beyond hope
barren as the severe climate
in the Arctic circle
with only winds howling and howling

Don't ever leave me
my mistress
for you're my Muse
my inspiration
Only with your stroke of a genius
will I be capable of painting
in my poem
a meadow with countless wild flowers
on this freezing wilderness

[angliholic]

Wearing the slate grey sky
not unusual in January
and walking along a lonely street with the chilly wind
I felt like
living in the ice age

No sooner had I started
missing those cheerful sunflowers
which bloomed fervently
last summer
on your smiling face
than
from you
my dear Nikita
I received a well-wishing card
which
you would never believe
did thaw the iceberg
in my heart
in no time

[angliholic]

Young as a caterpillar
you shouldn't ponder
whether others like you or not
or what will be in the future

Instead
you should devote yourself to digging in
to those lush green leaves
and getting as chubby as can be

Sooner or later
it will dawn on people
that this world is much more colorful
with your presence
when you transform into a butterfly

[Buh4Bee]

This is a cute poem, it reminds me a bit if children's book called The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle.

[angliholic]

This is a cute poem, it reminds me a bit if children's book called The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle.
Thanks, Bee, for the nice feedback and the info. I just checked it and felt surprised. I never knew this book before you told me for I didn't grow up in England.

[angliholic]

Where are the myriad sounds of carefree laughter
we left in the air
while we were shooting the breeze
in the spring

Are they still blowing in the wind
or turning into tears
that can't bear to roll down our cheeks
like faded leaves
when fall's just around the corner

[angliholic]

On the outside
the frigid air mass is lingering

On the inside
I'm hibernating
in my lair
like a sound slumbering bear

I'm wondering
why don't we human beings
wearing the very image of the omniscient
stop killing
devastating
and exploiting Nature

Like the ferocious creature
why not take a rest
to let Mother catch her breath