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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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