Thanks, Niko, my dear friend, for your constantly replying and encouragingQuote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
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Thanks, Niko, my dear friend, for your constantly replying and encouragingQuote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
Goodbye to you
My sweet lass of yesterday
It’s not that
I don’t care about you
any more today
but that I can't stand
to see your loveliness
turning into a morning glory
in the afternoon
Farewell my beauty
from the immemorial past
When the sun rises again
tomorrow morning
I'll wish
you'd be refreshing again
like a blue water lily
During the day
I meditate
on the holy verse
Nothing in this universe
seems able to get me drunk
for I really think
I'm as good as a monk
Come the evening
without thinking
I start dancing
around an artificial street light
until deep into the night
The cold air inside
and the sound
of pouring rain outside
keep me from falling asleep
though I've lain down
on the bed
for a while
It springs to mind
that it's already December
that the wet and cold season
has arrived quietly
Though I still remember
if winter is here
then spring is not far away
yet how could I revive
the happy hour
with you
in the shade of a tree
in summer
No
It's not the freezing rain
outside
or the howling wind
brought by the strongest ever
cold front
that keeps me sneezing
but your wintry eyes
your indifferent heart
as well as
your rejective silence
Waiting for you
in December
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
how to write a book
of poetry
not to mention
the way you look
Winter is here
but it doesn't mean that
there aren't any typhoons
any more
The air is biting cold
but it doesn't mean that
there are no fervent hearts
in a snow-covered land
The sky is so grey
but it doesn't meant that
there isn't a ray of sunshine
from time to time
If you ask me
on a cold dark night
whether the sun will rise again
tomorrow
My answer is certainly
Yes
But my worry is
whether we'll also rise again
to see the flower
of youth
blooming in the meadow
next spring
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 mother Nature
Like a ferocious creature
why not take a rest
so that Mother
may catch her breath
Where have they all gone
the myriad bubbles
of carefree laughter
we blew into the air
while shooting the breeze
in the spring
Are they still floating in the sky
or have they turned
into tears
rolling down our cheeks
like faded leaves
when the autumn is just
around the corner
I should've told you
last summer
in person
how beautiful
the pink water lily was
while shyly smiling
in the sunshine
It's too late now
for there's nothing
but icy cold winds and rain
outside
over the pond
Maybe
you'll think
there will always be
plenty more new blossoms
come next spring
but I regret to tell you
they belong to
the next generation
not us
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 year
yet it's still wet
and freezing cold outside
I hear the howling
and hope it's not you
that are 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
When summer
was here
I was fed up
with its fervency
as well as
your passion
Now you're gone
with its warmth
I'm starting
to miss
the sunshine
on your
rosy cheeks
It's drizzling again
and I'm thinking of you
thinking of the silky tresses
floating in the air
conjuring up a paradise
in the misty rain
on this autumn night
I'm eager to be a street lamp
waiting ...
ever waiting for you
to stroll by
to reflect your grace
on each raindrop
on my face
If you happen to see me
wobbling and ...
don't blame the gusty winds
or the whisky
for it's your charms
that leave me drunk
over and over again
REVISED
I wrote a poem
for you
but I didn't send it
though
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch
of purple lavender
You live half a world away
yet you should've read
those words
by now
for they were
from the depth
of my soul
Crying ...
the moment
I came into this world
I was crying ...
When your smile
was here to humble
all the May flowers
I was crying ...
for I was worrying ...
it'd disappear
sooner than later
Now you've drifted
far far away
I'm crying ...
at the edge of the earth
like a cicada
facing an empty stage
I'm crying ...
Perhaps one day
when I stop crying
it'll be the day
you start crying ...
Revised
Your innocent smile
was a forget-me-not
in full swing
that I fell for last spring
Missing the faint fragrance
you sent off in the air
I kept wasting away
and my hair turning gray
But I guess
it doesn't really matter now
for on every petal
of a blue forget-me-not
I see a smile
for which I have always
had a soft spot
Revised
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
Revised
One layer after another
the fancy clothes she puts on
are more than sufficient
to veil the damage
time has caused
to her withering body
and to pass her off
as a bunch of tulips
at yuletide
Nevertheless
who knows
in the season
of flowers and bees
she did humble many
a butterfly
simply in her birthday suit
Thank Goodness
on the silent night
I don't have to
stay out working hard
with a view to
winning the world
as the howling wind does
on the outside
On the peaceful night
I feel divinely blissful
on the inside
for I still own
a humble cozy room
with a warm bed
where to hide away
from the cold weather
Looking out
the transparent window
through the darkness
I'm quite certain
I won't get lost again
though there isn't
a single visible star
in the night sky
As the night
isn't young any longer
and the temperature
feels like dropping below zero
It's hard to overcome
the temptation
to climb into bed
curl up in a ball
and pull up the covers
over the head
Lying in bed
warm and cozy
I couldn't help
fantasizing
I'm not much different from
an insignificant creature
hibernating in its lair
I bet
it couldn't care less
whether the earth
is still spinning
let alone
whether there are wars
in the distance
as long as it's peaceful
here and now
Remember
once upon a summer
you walked across my quiet path
like a gentle breeze
wafting across a wintry land
A happy encounter
left behind
those unforgettable beautiful memories
like flower petals scattering
in the spring field
You said then
they were your sorrowful tears
when parting
Now I'm regretting to say
they're more like my wistful sighs
when grieving
Mild weather
brings out a genuine smile
as good as a sweet daffodil
on your face
so would you consider
stopping this cold spell
for a little while
If you keep snarling
growling and swirling
like a winter tornado
how could I
take off my clothes
reveal my sincere heart
and embrace an iceberg
passionately
as though
there were no tomorrow
Just as
you love the little birds
flying in the blue sky
you should love
the ancient sky too
Just as
you love the green leaves
of an oak tree
you should love
the old oak tree too
Likewise
if unfortunately
you happen to love
the atmospheric poetry
of a senior poet
you have no choice but
to love me too
Let's take a walk
if you please
at the beach
at the first streak of sunlight
and throw a glance
at those hermit crabs
that're scurrying across the sand
by the boundless immemorial ocean
leaving only a few traces
erased in no time
by the small hands of waves
along with our footprints
In the distance
there may loom a ship
carrying our dream and hope
as always
at the mercy of a pending tempest
If you please
let's take our time
and stroll as long as you're happy
maybe till the sun
forgets to sink in the west
and then let's relish
the most fantastic moment
in the evening
if you could ignore the seagulls
longing to fly home
wailing and squawking
Last night
it was still wet and cold
outside
I curled up in bed
hibernating like a Teddy bear
and wondering whether
I would keep singing the blues
for the rest
of the Christmas season
It's Amazing Grace
that I awaken
to feel the morning sunshine
on my face
I'm more than jubilant
over the sunny day
especially on Monday
for it's no different
from a long-lost chum
dropping by unexpectedly
in the coldest season
When you were sitting
by a lotus pond
and unfurling
those light purple petals
like a morning glory
at dawn
no lotus buds
dared to emerge
from the water
for fear of getting humbled
But how time flies
In a blink of an eye
the sun is setting
and the misty evening
is falling
Hence
fresh spring has given way
to leaf-falling autumn
Everything has changed
except
sweet memory
never dies
I don't have
a magic wand
but an ordinary pen
which is able to conjure up
a fragrant garden for you
whether when you're singing
the blues
or when you're stuck
in the bleakest north pole
without any hope
And the beauty of it
is that it'll never grow old
I'm not blowing the balloon
unless you forget to bloom
in the spring
when little birds
come back to sing
Loving Father in Heaven
I'm not asking you
to bestow more gold on me
on this peaceful Christmas Eve
but please help me
to maintain this simple
and humble life
It's not that
my heart isn't moved
in front of the shiny gold
but that
if everybody loves gold
there must be a war
What is the use of gold
when there is a bloody war
All this I ask
in the name of Jesus Christ
Amen
Nice Christmas prayer.
that's the way of lifeQuote:
Originally Posted by angliholic
nice Christmas to all members
Thanks, YesNo, for your reply.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Merry Christmas
Thanks, Mohammad,Quote:
Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad
Merry Christmas
If there will be
a winter storm tomorrow
as sure and merciless
as a cruel war
in this capricious world
I won't feel dismal
faced with the bleakest weather
It's not so much
I know for certain
the sun will rise again
as always
after a violent storm
as I've learned
how to appreciate more
the peaceful and homely days
in between
The grey sky is heeling me
like my shadow
wherever I go
and I find no word
in my dictionary
to clearly express
this bad mood
Perhaps
there shouldn't be
gloomy weather
on earth
in the first place
Perhaps
it's time
to take a long rest
and to forget about
the annoying rustle
of the cold winds
Perhaps
in the season
of melting snow
I'll wake up
in time
to appreciate
those pretty flower seeds
germinate
Whereto have you all these dreamy figures?Quote:
Originally Posted by angliholic
Yea, you deserve a spackle trademark!
Let the hell never comes for
Literature network forums
Thanks, Mohammad, for your terrific reply, which is so excellent that it's a bit over my head.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad
There are some people whose English is too bad to understand its meanings. You're contrary to them.
So, I'd like to make sure if I see correctly what you meant:
Why and where do you have all these dreamy images?
Yea, you deserve a solid name
Let the bad fortune never comes for
Literature network forums
By the way, I adore your motto:
My country is the Home of Honour And Without honour I haven't Home
Indeed, I am surprised to see all these poetry posts in one page.Quote:
Originally Posted by angliholic
I think impliedly you wanted my opinion in your writing.
I am the man who never suppresses others' right wherever it is, whether on writing or in any field of knowledge.
I see that you are excellent writer yet I have noticed in the forum, it maybe there is more but I don’t discover them or they give their mind away not to write.
Never mind, dear friend never mind
The expression I shared, you excellently changed for a "solid name."
The expression previously I mentioned in my reply, "spackle", it means; brand name for a quick-drying substance used for repairing plasterwork.
I don't know how it jumps up to my mind even if I didn't use it before but believe me many times, many words and English expressions randomly accumulate on my mind even if I don’t hear those words in any source but lately I find that all those word and expressions are English origin.
When I write any poem, I don't how the idea comes and has been envisaged up to my mind but it will be sequently followed image after image to the end, so I find the English language is easier to me than my mother language.
Yet I need more to learn and no doubt, I will find advantages on others writing's way.
I suggested you as a close friend I need him to be acquainted with especially on poetry.
Thanks
Thanks,MohammadQuote:
Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad
Sorry! I don't follow you here. Could you say it again in other words?
please don't write more comments or trying illustrate in opaque manner, it is just a courtesy
To follow or not follow this is your issue, omit it or consider it as nothing if you dislike
Thanks, Mohammad
for your reply.
If you felt offended by my reply, please forgive me, for I meant no harm.