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Roselle plants
are coming back to bloom
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 added up to
this sorrow of today
If there's a tornado
tomorrow
I wonder
whether it'll be able to move
this sorrow
even a centimeter
If you're still feeling lazy
from the fading
summer heat
I'll ride
on a falling leaf
to knock
at your window
and to whisper
in your ear
the most gorgeous
season is here
to stay
so that you may
open your heart
as well as your window
to feel
the golden hues
gradually
taking over
the green rice field
along with the forest
on the hill
Not capable
of crafting a mountain
of shiny yellow gold
for this hustling world
to adore
I've been pretty used to
eating my humble pie
and only hope
to grow
in my homely garden
a few tiny jasmines
to share with
my redneck neighbors
their light fragrance
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 mustn't cross
If I do
I'll be nailed to a cross
falling easy prey to
the most
mesmerizing spider web
you spun
in the long run
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
as the rain stopped abruptly
and ruthlessly
I have been walking
along this winding mountain trail
covered with small pebbles
and fallen leaves
for so long and so far
that 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 is no spring for me
Maybe
if I keep trudging on
I'll come across a peach village
embraced by
a winding cool brook
before the sky is painted
pitch black
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
and my feet soft as a jelly
Longing for a rest
how I envy
those little birds
perching comfortably
in a cozy nest nearby
Perhaps
I should sit in a pavilion
for a while
waiting for the cicadas
to play their finale
for the maple leaves
to turn yellow and float
like falling snowflakes
Perhaps
sooner or later
spring will grace this land
again
A long time ago
at my old hometown
where things went slow
as sloths
there was a small lane
so twisted
that even sunshine
found it hard to squeeze in
At an obscure corner
hid a small store
selling various flowers
of yesterday
Who would've bought
such a bunch
of fading gray
with no hope of tomorrow
if they hadn't been
in deep dismay
those rootless soldiers
having left their home
for so long
and so far away from
their loved ones
due to wars
What else could've been
better comforts
and cheaper
than those senior blossoms
Let's take a walk
if you please
at the beach
at the first streak of sunlight
And throw a glance
at a hermit crab
that' 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 take our time
and stroll casually
till the sun sinks in the west
and then relish
the most fantastic moment
in a day
if we could ignore the seagulls
home flying
squawking and wailing
Must be waiting
for someone
special and engaging
on this late night
for you're still standing
on this lonely street
with your eyes dimming
with tears
Revised
A breezy wandering cloud
is more charming
than those serious
and motionless ones
so why not take it easy
Thus
I'm not going
to work as hard as
a full time wordsmith does
but to idle around
like a carefree white crane
If you happen to see me
strolling
in a golden rice field
don't get me wrong
for I'm not gleaning
a few grains
or searching
for some small fish
but relaxing
in the scenic countryside
Time to say goodbye
August
You can take away with you
all the gnawing lusts
together with the nasty locusts
but please
leave bright sunlight
and some green leaves
for us
because who wouldn't wish
to stay young forever
as those lush green trees
in summer
You're a pretty poem
It's refreshing
to read you
in the early morning
At noon
with rosy glows
on your cheeks
you appear so passionate
Against the evening clouds
in the evening
you look so enthralling
In the depth of night
you're no less
mysterious
than enchanting
constantly and forever
changing
like a kaleidoscope
but the only thing
that doesn't change
is your beauty
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 the lovely
morning sunlight
l'm forever ready
to be the lonely night
A small watermelon
I just ate
because I almost
died of thirst
after jogging for one hour
When I was almost
done eating
I started to think
why a watermelon
could be
so sweet and juicy
without enjoying romance
or falling in love
in advance
Perhaps
the only reason
for it to survive
the austerity of life
without fun
is to quench our desire
Perhaps
it has also saved
so many ancient travelers
in the dry desert
in the past
that we're able
to sit here
safe and sound
and talk about it
Having lost the azure sky
to fighter planes
fewer and fewer
migratory wild geese
are able to find their way home
Having lost
the good lands and forests
to high rise buildings
king of the beasts
can't help but live in the zoo
Having lost clean water
to pollution
fewer and fewer rivers of life
are able to survive
Yes
Human beings
you can win them all
for all others are lousy losers
Sigh
How refreshing
this late summer morning
While I'm intoxicated
with the water lily fragrance
a butterfly
coming out of nowhere
graceful
as a young girl
starts hovering
over a pink petal
She's so soaking
in the beauty
she doesn't even notice
I'm sitting by her side
in silence
let alone knowing
that I fancy
she's more charming
than the blossom
The distance between us
is like~~if
you're a pretty romantic cloud
born to wander forever
and ever
then I'm a small rippling river
lying by a meadow
with splashes of yellow
and enjoy singing for you today
as well as tomorrow
Maybe
you're too far away
to savor my lovely melody
but I don't mind
in the least
for once upon a time
you deeply
impressed a charming reflection
on my clear water surface
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
You don't have to utter a word,
and I know you're poetic
and romantic
as an agreeable breeze.
Whenever you visit,
you paint my world yellow
and purple.
But I hate to admit
you're a bit sentimental,
for the boundless blue sky
you bring,
along with those moody clouds,
is something
I can never obliterate easily
from my memory.
Be sure to plant
an ocean of sunflowers
on the inside of your pure heart
since there is nothing on earth
but illusions
When in deep despair
remember
to close both of your eyes
and to take a look
at those cheerful smiles
with the mind's eye
I tend to agree that there is nothing on earth but illusions, but I do think the illusions are within the mind.
I see eye to eye with you, honerable YesNo.
Like the soft silky tresses
of a lass
October drizzle graces
my dreamland without notice
When reaching out my hands
to give it a caress
I touch nothing but emptiness
Angli, your poetry is really, very beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.
Thanks, NikolaiI, for your praise and encouragement.Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
I've all but lost my confidence in and enthusiasm for poetry because I've never made a dime and become well known for my poetry.
You're pretty as a red rose
yet you can't deny
there are other forms of beauty
in this colorful universe
with various charming shapes or figures
Take for example
the purple leaves of a maple
they can be charming as
the love in the mist
And the orchid in the valley
may not be less lovely
than the daffodil in the spring
or the buttercup in June
Taking a stroll
along a quiet country road
I watch the winter sun
shining softly
touching and caressing fondly
each lovely face
of the graceful little grass
in the field
And the winter breeze
keeps pulling up
those lush green skirts
of the silent trees
looking like pretty brides
on the roadside
The serene paradise
may be fleeting
yet I'll treasure
this euphoric feeling
and the rural beauty
in my memory
long enough to forget
the next cold storm may hit
in any minute
This one is simply incedible. I have to go now or I would say more.Quote:
Originally Posted by angliholic
You're welcome. I know how much it can mean to have someone appreciate your poetry. I wouldn't feel too discouraged about not having achieved money and fame... Everything we do, every poem we write, ripples throughout the whole universe, and affects everything.Quote:
Originally Posted by angliholic
If you meant to say incredible, Nikolai, then I'm really flattered.Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
Thanks for your boosting my self esteem
Thanks, Nikolai, for your kind words again.Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
If my poetry can ripple through your heart, then I'm very satisfied
Once an ocean
of orange delight
now the blossom is all but
out of sight
heralding the poetic season
is coming to an end
and leaving behind
a mountain of loneliness
for the ineffable clovers
Though flower admirers
have all gone
the story of life
must drag on
My pleasure, angliholic :)
I actually believe everything affects everything else, and it's all connected. Father Zosimov from "The Brothers Karamazov" says it well, "All is like an ocean, all flows and connects," and how if we make a wave in one place, it's felt on the other side of the world.
You should definitely feel very good about your poetry, it's exceptionally good.
Like the tenderness
of the winter Sun
you came to visit me again
this morning
The weather was so fine
that I couldn't help wondering
if I was still dreaming
for in some parts
of the world
perhaps
blinding snow
were whirling
and deadly cold storms
were howling nonstop
Well put, Niko, and your comments are exceptionally great music to my ears.Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
If you grace my humble cabin
in the snowy season
I'll efface the bleak winds
and the nasty sleet
from the landscape
for you
leaving only snowflakes
falling like colorful petals
from the heavens
on sunny days
To do the trick
neither a magic pen nor a wand
do I need
for you're sure
to bring along with you
my inspiration
The leaves keep falling
but I'm not going
to blame it on the ruthlessness
of the cold winter
or try to do something
to change
this seemingly unfair cruel world
On the contrary
I'll be sitting here
simply watching
Nature take its course
It's not because
I know
there're always evergreens
somewhere somehow
but because
you and I will return one day
and be young again
just as
those leafless withered trees
will be green again
next spring
Don't bother
to wipe away the mist
from the window panes
Maybe a neat and tidy house
looks more comfortable to you
but I'd prefer to see
the world outside
through misty glass
as well as your teary eyes
Could I reduce the desire
for material goods
to the lowest degree
if I happened to be
a wandering white cloud
roving here and there
I may be overlooking
a scenic valley
one day
Some other day
I may be floating
around a green mountain
Will I sin again
if I simply appreciate them
rather than nurse a desire
I'm glad :)Quote:
Originally Posted by angliholic
Some of your poetry is defiitely music, I particuarly enjoy "An Ocean of Sunflowers." I will go back through and read older poems sometimes soon.. again thank you for sharing them.