The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

INVITINGLY BEAUTIFUL


A friend wrote the above
after reading a poem of mine
but I suppose
you're more worthy of the praise
especially when wearing blue
in the blooming season
in early summer
when it's getting boring hotter
and days are lazier
Though rising from the muck
you remain clean and pure
all your life
which only adds more sublime
to your grace
If my poetry would give off half
as much fragrance
as you do to this mundane world
and bring some joy to people
I don't mind
staying in a humble hut
rather than a mansion
as you always do in the mud

If life is nothing
but a dream
let's draw it
on a winding stream
If love is a fleeting ecstasy
let's recite it
over an immense sea
If beauty is a joy
we treasure forever
we'll bury it
in our heart
like a flower in amber

If you insist to know
how old I am
Well
to tell you the truth
my soul will be forever young
as a stream
in the early spring
though my looks could be old
as the old oak tree
in the song
Tie a Yellow Ribbon ...

Yesterday
it was still a bud
and today
a full-blown blossom
What will become
of this delight
of yellow
come tomorrow
Let's drink a toast
to life
and get tipsy
for a blossom
will be
forever a beauty
when our minds
remain dizzy


Revised

Sitting
under a shady Bodhi tree
I'm thinking
when June is still here
yet the zealous singing
of cicadas is getting
as annoying
as the blazing hot summer
why I've spent
the most precious moment
in life
lingering in the meadow
breathtakingly beautiful
with abundant wildflowers
dancing
in the spring breeze
and why I never realized
in the past
that one day
I would feel too giddy
from the summer heat
to be in the mood
for even a fantastic beauty

I'm dying like the crops
in a dry and cracked field
during the drought
I've been waiting for you
for a long while
to show up
like waiting for my first love
as you've promised me
several times
but stand me up time
and again
When
in the long run
you quietly appear
I almost lose hope
Leaning listlessly
against a window
of the library
I watch you
sprinkling the water of life
on those lifeless trees
in the park nearby
and refreshing them
in no time
However
my mind is messy
as those people
frantically opening
their umbrellas and
hurrying across the streets
For the moment
I'm not sure
whether I should laugh
or shed tears
for I'm lost in thought

Living like a green sapling
hidden deep in a valley
grappling daily
with the meaning of existing
I'm afraid
the world is forgetting
about me
or on the contrary
Who knows
Maybe
only a carefree cloud knows
yet I still have a pen
to write down my dream
every now and then
on a winding stream


Revised~~

When young
as a curious puppy
I couldn't help but wonder
why you always
carried a shell
like a tower
on your shoulder
wherever you went
One day
when I grew up
all of a sudden
I became well aware
that I was also carrying
a makeshift shelter
on my back
in the immense universe
wherever I traveled
Let's get ready
The moment
when migrating birds
start
to take a seasonal journey
we'll fly north with them
Revised~~

If you feel like calling
on me
you need not run
all the way
to my shabby shanty
You can save
your troubles
for another day
for
like a whimsical zephyr
I'm everywhere
except
at my own humble place
In case
I'm at home
my soul might be
still lingering
in a green mountain
where
a clear stream is flowing
serenely by
day and night


Revised

You'll never know
whenever I miss you
I simply turn to gaze
admiringly
at the marigold
in my garden
shiny green
fragrant and pretty
young as you are
enjoying the sunshine
in late June
What if the sun
forgets to shine
this coming summer
I'm afraid
she
as well as your smile
won't flower
If you forget
to send me blessings
from the other side
of the world
once in a while
via the breeze
I'm afraid
my poetry won't fly
in the coming years

The distance between us
seems as though
you're a pretty romantic cloud
born to wander
in the sky blue
forever and ever
and I'm a small rippling river
lying by a meadow
with bright splashes of yellow
willing to sing a song for you
today
as well as tomorrow
Maybe you're too far away
to hear my lovely melody
and I don't mind
you're living the life of a drifter
as long as you deeply
impressed your charming figure
once on my clear water
Revised

I still am enjoying your atmospheric poetry. It is uplifting to read daily.

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Originally Posted by Buh4Bee

I still am enjoying your atmospheric poetry. It is uplifting to read daily.

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Thanks, Buh, for your atmospheric feedback which made my day

Why must spring
turn easily
into summer
when a pansy
young and pretty
longs to stay a bit longer
Why does my mind
tend to go blank
Why must spring
turn easily
into summer
when a pansy
young and pretty
longs to last a bit longer
Why does my mind
tend to go blank
when Muse
suddenly
weeps
on a beautiful
Sunday morning
If you're able to find me
a decent reason
I'll write a poem
dedicated to you
in the season
of tiger lily
blooming like crazy

Can it be possible
that you're a rainbow
If not
why couldn't I come across you
when I miss you most
I'm a dry meadow
on a hot steamy afternoon
longing for cool showers
of blessings
falling from the heavens
If you really are
you'll surely refresh me
calm me down
and inspire me
with summer rain
before I have a chance
to witness
the most captivating overpass
in the sky

Having lost the azure sky
to fighter planes
fewer and fewer
migratory birds
are able to find their way home
Having lost
the good lands and forests
to high rise buildings
our dear siblings
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

The moment I lost you
hyacinths finished flowering
too
I had no words
but sigh
to say nothing
of bidding goodbye
What else is there
in life
for me
to wish for
Maybe
hydrangeas are lovely
but they belong
to the ardent sunlight
And
a Gerbera daisy
may be charming
as well as pretty
but
she's not the one for me

Sigh ...
Why is the sun still rising
this morning
Wasn't it the end of the world
yesterday
when my heart broke
and hurt
as if
there were numerous
broken pieces of glass
inside this hollow body

In spite of the fact
that I have ninety nine
yet I'm still feeling as lost
as the lost lamb
in the wilderness
I'd rather leave
what I own
and go after the miserable
than suffer with insomnia
in my comfort zone
Oh
Please
Heaven and Earth
May I ask
when will be the day
that my worry is relieved
when will be the moment
that I call together
my relatives and friends
and ask them
to rejoice with me
for I've found my lost one

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 memories
like beautiful 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



~~Revised

You said
you were busy packing
to catch the train
after dropping me a note
saying
"Admiringly beautiful!"
about the poem
I penned for you
And then
you left
in a hurry
like June leaving
with the spring
in a hurry
leaving endless days
of sweltering summer
for me to suffer
in July
Perhaps
it'll have been a thousand years
later
when one day
you decide to come back
and read this write
in another life

All gone
are the good old days
with the wild geese
flying north
And however sullen
the weather might seem
today
it's all but done
Whether it'll be smiley
or stormy
the day after tomorrow
I'd rather not think about it
for I'm ready
to bury my head
in the pillow
come tomorrow

Without a doubt
I'd love to see you
soaring high
and hovering freely
like a skylark
in the immense sky
But it gets beyond tolerance
only to imagine
you might lose control
and fall from the heavens
onto the ground
So should I tie a string
to your body
or simply keep you
from flying
in the beginning

Our heavenly Father
I thank thee
for waking me up
early in the morning
to breathe the fresh air
and to see the sunshine
though the sorrow of yesterday
is still deeply rooted
in this poor heart of mine
Give me this day
my daily courage
so that
I could weather through
this horrible Monday blue

You
by chance
tossed a forget-me-not
upon the mirror pond
of this heart
in late June
And afterwards
you simply breezed away
I guess
to a far off northern land
with the spring
And now
this poor broken piece
of mine
once peaceful and serene
is still rippling
and feeling fidgety
in the wake of
your unintentional error

Sitting in the shade
of an eucalyptus
in the park
I rejoice
over cool summer breezes
for they simply keep blowing
The vibe is relaxing
this morning
except
for the numerous falling leaves
Like annoying flies
they simply keep coming close
Since it's impossible
to banish them all
The second
I make up my mind
to ignore them all
they start flying up and up
against the clear sky
like colorful butterflies

When I step close
to the window
I'm pleasantly surprised
to find
it's been raining outside
for a while
I regret not having noticed it
a bit earlier
for it's a rare summer rain
mesmerizing and romantic
And there's no promise
how long it's gonna last
So let's hurry
and get ready
Angela
to walk in the summer rain
Never mind the umbrella
for
in the rain
you're forever pretty
with or without it

The floating clouds
are my blurry memories
of years ago
when you were lovely
as the bud of a poppy
on the campus
I was amazed then
at your capacity
of analyzing my poetry
which was pretty naive
and lousy
for I was only an apprentice
struggling hard
to capture beauty
in a universe of fantasy
In the blink of an eye
you've transformed yourself
into a graceful fairy
Perhaps
it's purely a windfall
that I ran across you again
in this virtual world
for there's a typhoon
approaching
this charming Island
Hence
I enjoy
an unexpected holiday
to harvest this serendipity
brought by you
and to turn it into words
of tapestry

hELLO I KNOW THIS IS ABOUT POEM BUT DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COMPARE PATRICK GILMORE AND STEPHEN FOSTER?

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Originally Posted by Mickey6172004

hELLO I KNOW THIS IS ABOUT POEM BUT DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COMPARE PATRICK GILMORE AND STEPHEN FOSTER?

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But who are they?

You were about to bloom
before you slipped and fell
during a storm
leaving a haunted garden
for me
to reminisce
about the unforgettable days
when I watered you
pampered you
and protected you
Now all the sweet fruits
I'd expected you to bear
in the past
have turned to ethereal smoke
I dare not blame
the high wind
or the heavy rain
that took your precious life
for your siblings
in the same family
are still alive
and kicking
After tears run dry
today
I have no choice but
to muster up enough courage
to struggle with sorrow
tomorrow

Yesterday
I rejoiced
when I noticed
that you were in bud
so pure and sublime
that I never thought
you belonged
to this mundane earth
When I learned
today
you're sometimes troubled
by the weather
my heart hurt
like being pierced
by a stabber
I dare not
keep on thinking
what will become of you
when the day
after tomorrow
is eventually here
But
after seeing
an optimistic smile
shimmering on your face
I let out
a sigh of relief

When we’re proliferating
in the veggie garden
farmers view us as uninvited
unwanted guests
and try every way possible
to banish us
from the eden
While in the desert
people're doing their utmost
to protect
and pamper us
simply because
we turn the fruitless
into an oasis
Whether people treasure us
or not
wherever we are
we’re the same green grass
as always

East is not west
West is west
When you wake up
you may find a yellow rose
unfurling
in the refreshing morning
but you won't find
any traces of me
for I've gone
chasing the wild geese
in the evening glow
over the Pacific Ocean
Wish me luck
to catch one
and fly it all the way
across the Atlantic Ocean
to meet you there
in England

I meant to send you
earlier today
a bunch of yellow roses
by air mail
but
on second thoughts
they might have spent
their vibrancy and fragrance
I worried
before even reaching
the English Channel
so I'm drawing a bouquet
instead
on this page of poetry
which will be delivered to you
in a minute
by way of email
Hopefully
it'll light up your face
and bring out a smile
more charming
than all the blossoms
in England

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 most mesmerizing
evening glow
in a few hours or so
The beads of sweat
on my little face
are going to
convert into simmering
dewdrops
come tomorrow morning
Hanging on
till next season
I'll have a good reason
to harvest
the rainbow-like
falling leaves
from the heavens


Revised

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
is still breezing
yet this lonely empty chamber
of mine
is sobbing
like a heart shaped leaf
fading and falling
from the green vine
simply
because you're missing

Good Stuff! Enjoyed!

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Originally Posted by tonywalt

Good Stuff! Enjoyed!

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Thanks, Tony,
But which poem did you refer to?

Walking in the rain
alone
on this July afternoon
I hold a blue balloon
instead of an umbrella
Don't think of me
as a great fan
of becoming dripping wet
on this lonely lane
It's simply because
I wish
the singing
and dancing rain
would wash away
my grief
together with the dust
and dirt
from those
darling green leaves