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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
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
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
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
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
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by virtuoso
Blessed are the meek~~Amen.
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.
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
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
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
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
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by Haunted
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.
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