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I like "My Fair Lady at Yuletide". It's clever, and the use of "birthday suit" is witty and sexy. Are you Asian? Your sensibilities and minimalist tendencies are unique and obvious.
The rice worm poem is good too but your use of neither/nor is somewhat problematic. I think "I'm not a straw man, nor will I scare them away." is better.
One for the road
two for our remorse as a heavy load
and the last ...
and the last ...
for our precious youth
having been lavished on nonsense
Thanks, miyako, for the most inspiring feedback which I almost missed. Yes, I'm a Chinese and English is not my mother tongue. Are you a Japanese American, based on your screen name?Quote:
Originally Posted by miyako73
They say
winter plums are blooming vibrantly
today
in the dead of winter
in spite of the bitter cold weather
If you're coming back
from afar
to appreciate
those pink white little stars
with me
for the sake of good old days
we may ignore
those unpleasant snowflakes
that are falling on our hair
and there to stay
Only once in a blue moon
I'd kick a guy's bottom
by sheer accident
but for certain
I'd hit the headline
and be billed as a killer lion
Whereas
people persecute us
on the daily basis
by the dozen
yet nothing seems to happen
to them
In the long run
none is to blame
Dam
This is so lame
My beauty
You're pretty
as a jasmine
in June
flawless snow white and elegant
I feel like in heaven
merely with your presence
So
my love
please don't preach
on chemistry or astronomy
to me
in your poetry
Perhaps
it's a mistake
we come to this world
for the road between us seems
long and rugged
Perhaps
we lived in a remote green village
before this life
you spun your yarn
and I--
I was busy growing rice
in the field
Perhaps
we shall meet again
soon
after this life
when we won't be tied to the ground
for our spirits are free
to be everywhere
Some say
the omnipotent gives a face
to a woman
whereas she creates another one
of her own
I can't but confess
you do have a gift for creation
For more often than not
I'm bewitched
by what you've produced
When summer was here
I was fed up with
its fervency
as well as yours
Now you're gone with
its warmth
I'm starting to miss
your rosy cheeks
First thing first
you quench my thirst
when I need you
Somehow I still feel a bit blue
for I don't think I've ever loved you
with all my heart
Maybe you're just a small part
of my life
far from being my wife
Though you still look fantastic
smell aromatic
and taste delicious to me
yet my soul has always been
a restless bee
In the outside world
they're starting the third world war
The bleak winds are gnarling
and the sobbing rains pounding
like a flock of ravens
quarreling over some yummy worms
And the grey heavens are being torn
into pieces and falling down
As an ordinary squirrel
I can't help hiding in my humble burrow
and praying to the omnipresent
to endow us with a peaceful present
Azaleas are blooming here and there
on the hill
though I can still feel
the early spring chill
I'd like to pick a pure white one for you
to put it in your hair
But where are you
I shouldn't have missed you so much
in the first place
for I know
you're nothing but my echo
Though I'm not Narcissus
yet I'm wasting away all the same
for the same reflection
Some say
the omnipotent gives a face
to a woman
whereas she creates another one
of her own
I can't but confess
you do have a gift for creation
For more often than not
I'm bewitched
by what you've produced
First thing first
you quench my thirst
when I need you
Somehow I still feel a bit blue
for I don't think I've ever loved you
with all my heart
Maybe you're just a small part
of my life
far from being my wife
Though you still look fantastic
smell aromatic
and taste delicious to me
yet my soul has always been
a restless bee
I don't have a magic wand
but a simple pen
which can conjure up a fragrant garden
for you
when you're singing the blue
when you're living in the bleakest north pole
a dreariest life without any hope
And better still
it will never grow old
I'm not blowing the balloon
unless you forget to bloom
in the spring
when birds come back to sing