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Isn't it funny
When you're not here
I wander lonely
on the street
like a forlorn dog
feeling depressed
as if the heavens
are falling down
and yearning greatly
for the sweetness
of apples
Nevertheless
isn't it more funny
When you're here
with me
why do I seldom notice
those two red apples
on your rosy cheeks
and quarrel easily
with you
over trivial matters
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 the misty glass
Likewise
you'll remain forever young
and pretty
in my watery eyes
The woman whom
I quarreled most often with
has fallen sound asleep
beside me
I bet
she'll never know
she's also the one
that I care about most
in my life
Maybe
it's time to learn
to stop complaining
about the weather
even though it shows
how much
I'm really concerned
Maybe
I should learn
to embrace bad weather
as well
since I don't have a way
to change it
Unwittingly
it's late November
yet
those trees
that are lining both sides
of the street
are still green and thriving
If the northeast seasonal winds
are reluctant to show up
then leaves won't change color
and there won't be an autumn
lyrical as a poem
beautiful as a painting
I can imagine
you too
in a far distant place
can't wait
to put on your autumn best
bright and colorful
as those falling leaves
before the blues eventually
dominate this world
I don't mind
who owns the tallest skyscraper
in the world
as long as
I'm still able to see
through my window
a tiny piece of blue sky
once in a while
Why must I care
who invented the aircraft carrier
as long as
there's still plenty of room
for mermaids
to swim leisurely
and joyfully
in the ocean
This morning
it was nice and pleasant
I supposed
the day would be
definitely
as sunny as your smile
yet it began drizzling
near noon
So I had no option
but to change my mind
and presumed
it'd be sobbing
for the rest
of the day
Yet
it starts smiling
again
towards the evening
After having a stroll
in the morning
on the lush green campus
I take a seat
on a long bench
under a shady banyan tree
by a pond
The sunshine
along with the breeze
in late autumn
is so mindful of others
that I feel extremely calm
and peaceful
despite the fact
that they're a bit old
and weary as I am
Please save your flowers
along with the applause
for those
who long for them most
I need to
maintain my composure
before I arrive
at the top of Mount Everest
before I reach
my Shangri-La
I don't want to
get beside myself with joy
in this fool's paradise
Seeing that May Lily
has disappeared
with our lady's tears
I suppose
I'm no more able
to recollect
any more beautiful story
to share
in the depth of autumn
with this world
except for those golden reeds
waving and rustling
in the wind
all over the hills
while the sun is setting
in the west
Where have they all gone
those wild flowers
in the field
once smiling
innocently at the sun
once dancing
cheerfully
in the summer breeze
and once bringing
to me
the best gift
this paradise has
Now
wherever I go
the sight
that meet my eyes
is yellow dry reeds
Even the corn plants
in the distance
look like withered grass
to my eye
I should've stepped outside
a while ago
to take a stroll
in the park
and to relish
at the same time
the charms of the evening glow
Now it's getting darker
and darker
It seems
only a few seconds ago
that I got up
with the rising sun
Why should I have let today
pass me by so leisurely
before I strike gold
before I come up
with a stroke of genius
and turn it into a masterpiece
Perhaps
there's always tomorrow
but I dare not promise
I won't walk with sorrow
when today becomes history
It's foggy
and gloomy today
Needless to say
it's giving me
a feeling
of profound melancholy
Where it not for
the cheerful smiles
of little daisies
that I run across
in the park
nothing else
I suppose
would save me
from all the blues
What's more beautiful
I'm able
to go near them
smell them
and linger among them
without feeling shy
or speechless
It's Saturday again
and another week's gone by
I've been dreaming
dreaming one day
of hitting the jackpot
but my dream's always flying
flying in the air
and turning itself
into a wisp of smoke
Perhaps
I should learn
to be more practical
stop writing
and start buying
lottery tickets
On the other hand
if wordsmiths are destined
to lead a humble life
like a forest
offering abundant fresh air
and infinite beauty
to this mundane world
without asking
for anything
in return
then I'm willing
to be one of the trees
For what it's worth, I've never won a lottery ticket. Of course I don't buy them. Being one of the trees seems like a valuable consolation prize.
Thanks YesNo for dropping by. We've been lucky and safe for not having hit a jackpot. We still retain our sanity and that's why we're lucky.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
When the golden rice paddies
in my small town
have been changing
one by one
into high rising buildings
I can't help but wonder
wonder why I haven't left
left for a place
where there're fewer cars
but more stars
in the night sky
When the little trees
along the winding stream
in my small town
have been vanishing
I can't help thinking
thinking out loud
It's time for me to move
move to a village
where there're fewer chimneys
yet more green
in the remote valleys
It's been a while
since the last time
it drizzled
Walking
on the misty campus path
on the way home
suddenly
I feel extremely
blissful
on this peaceful morning
because
I think to myself
I'm not running a race
against the clock
or the whole world
Maybe
There're still
numerous diligent people
somewhere
making every effort
simply to keep up
with the Joneses
while I'm strolling
at my own pace
ignoring
the hustle and bustle
of this planet
and taking my time
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 go into deep hibernation
in my hidey-hole
and forget about
the annoying rustle
of the cold winds
I hope
in the season
of melting snow
I'll wake up
in time
to watch again
the pretty flower seeds
germinate
Revised
In the late autumn
all I want
is merely a golden afternoon
so that
I could wander
like a small river
through a beautiful stretch
of countryside
Therefore
I beg you
to do me a small favor
Never mess up
the clear stream
that's winding along my dream
that's lively with minnows
and little shrimps
What else on earth
should I set my fancy on
without them
My beloved
Come and
let me hold your hand
that little cold hand of yours
when the late autumn sunshine
is still warm
for I'm going to take you
to the countryside
to the field
that's lively
with dancing Persian daisies
I don't mind at all
whether you're still charming
as those dazzling lasses
as long as you're still all smiles
my love for you
will be everlasting
as those shining day's eyes
Another December solstice
has passed
with the last sunshine
of late autumn
disappearing
from the golden landscape
Another new year
is coming
with the wintry storm
looming around the corner
The letters you wrote
to me
in the past
have all but turned
into pleasant memories today
I wish too
this note
I'm now writing to you
would become
a reminiscent poem
as fabulous
as a winter wonderland
in the far future
When I woke up from a nap
to find
the sun was hiding behind a gray cloud
in the gloomy sky
I couldn't believe
my gleeful day was just gone
without a trace
Soon
it began sprinkling
and getting cold and wet
I had planned
to take a carefree walk
in the park
to sit for a while
on a bench
and to meditate
on the beauty
of the lingering late autumn
Now
where should I
search for the cheerful sunshine
that had been here
all the golden morning
Last Christmas
I should've known better
than to wish you
forever young and pretty
as a fresh red rose
In reality
inside
I was then in great despair
as the bleak weather
outside
for I was clearly aware
a spent rose
can't be unspent
Therefore
I wish you
on this Christmas day
forever young at heart
which shall never grow old
which shall bring
endless joy to this world
I was fully aware
thousands of years ago
I'm not cut out for a pillar
or to be a hero
At best
being an evergreen vine
and that's my greatest yearning
Be it freezing cold
or blazing hot outside
I'm always on duty
and quietly green the world
around me
For the filthy rich
in the crowded bustling city
I'm simply useless
and dispensable
as a ladybug
I might just as well
make up my mind
and fly to a humble village
where poor
yet optimistic people
have been used to viewing me
as a street lamp
that lights up their lanes
at darkest nights
Having spent light years
in meditating
on the meaning of life
I'm now able
eventually
to be free
from pain and worry
However
at the thought
of your sweet smile
and the bittersweet memory
you left
along the road
of my journey
I can't help
but fall
all on a sudden
back to the delusive world
No more sentimental
and melancholic
though swans are singing
their beautiful yet mournful song
though the golden autumn
is finally bidding adieu
to the warm days as well as me
Ever since it dawned on me
that bare trees on a bleak day
in the depth of winter
could be something enthralling
and agreeable
I've been no longer
the guy
that used to be crying
while all the good times in life
were passing me by
Happy New Year
Happy new year to all
though most of you aren't around
this pretty island
where I dwell
Wish you
be enlightened sooner than later
so as to enjoy your days
whether the weather
is good or bad
Wish you
enjoy your life
whether you
have a well-paid job or not
Once upon a time
when trees were budding
and birds singing
like a ball free falling
from the top of Mount Everest
I kept sinking
sinking into the abyss of despair
Until it hit the ground
there seemed no way
to bounce up
however hard I tried
and whatever I did
After getting my head above water
in the long run
I see no flowers swinging
in a bleak landscape
or birds flying
in a gloomy sky
Looking back on the mishap
I've got nothing
to complain of
I would've been drowned
hadn't I been lucky enough
How silly I was
to have supposed
not long ago
that I'd be eternally immune
to emotional pain
as a spiritually awakened being
Now that the woman
I care about most
is constantly turning her cold shoulder
to my sincere smiles
it springs to mind
I saw a field of Persian daisies
by chance
in the countryside
this afternoon
and was wondering why
they were still amazingly
delightful and lovely
in the coldest season
without a bee or butterfly
flying nearby
Now I see
they might've been waiting for me
for a long while
since they could predict
I guess
sooner or later
I'd find comfort there
for they're as good
as those innocent country lasses
I may well bury my sadness
in their soothing beauty
until spring finally graces
Though it's still sprinkling
out of a murky and cold sky
I'm deeply grateful
to be capable of bringing
in the long run
a smile on your face
which is my everlasting bliss
my precious sunshine
in foul weather
I'm willing
to forsake the title
of poet laureate
simply to live at peace with you
Just as a ship is at the mercy
of a storm
so my three meals
and my destiny are entirely
at your mercy
Why must I hit the road
whenever it's raining
I'll never understand
just as you'll never understand
why we're experiencing
this bleak weather
on this pretty island
Why do I feel most reluctant
to part with you
whenever I must walk out your door
you'll never understand
just as I'll never understand
why all good shows
must come to an end
During the wee hours
of the morning
I was awakened by the rumbling noise
of cars in the street
Unable to fall asleep once more
I found myself sinking
deep into thought
Before I knew it
it was dawn
It came to mind
abruptly
why there was no more birds
that used to be singing in the trees
After a few minutes
the chilly air
the pattering drizzle
and the sternness of the surroundings
all pointed out to me
that it was still in the depth
of the harsh barren season
I felt extremely uncomfortable
but I thought to myself~~
If I'm unwilling to wait patiently
to survive this hopeless eternity
how should I regain the spring paradise
in the fullness of time
I'm laying down
a bouquet of yellow roses
by your door
simply because
I've run out of the red ones
and the apologies
Now that
I've learned my lesson well~~
It's no use crying
over spilt milk
as well as an affection
that's faded
I have no option but
to leave you
and wander alone
like a homeless rover
to wherever
a ruthless wind may blow me
My humble wish
if there were still one left for me
is to be lucky enough
to end up in a field of poppies
so that I could
take a long rest in peace
Like an absent minded cat
missing the lovely mermaid
that's swimming under a frozen river
in fruitless winter
I'm missing you
in a snow capped mountain
thinking of you
as a cheerful sunflower
in the passionate season
The first time
a friend on facebook
after reading some scribbles
of mine
dubbed me a genius of poetry
I did feel the rapture of joy
like a school boy
about to set off on a far journey
Yet now
once in a while
there are still a gentle soul
or two
who graciously endow me
with the title
Perhaps
I've been so used to it
that I forget
it's no different
from a rare glimpse of sunlight
during the dormant season
Perhaps
I'm just another rain man
who can never learn
how to read the foul weather
on others' face
feeling lonely and out of place
everywhere I am
Last night
a heavy rain fell pattering
upon the leaves and my window
I blissfully thought
it was you
that were knocking
at my door
I was flabbergasted
that you were coming back
so soon
even sooner than the spring
I frantically opened the door
yet found nothing outside
but a lonely lamp post
blown awry by a bleakest wind
on a darkest night
It's a long road
that eventually has no turning
The instant it stops raining
I'm sure
you'll be laughing
It's an eternal winter
when there's no hope for spring
in the end
Once the sun starts shining
I bet
you'll be flying
Under the rhythm of the rain
last night
I fell in a daze
into the dreamland again
as I did repeatedly
on many a rainy night
in the past
In spite of the fact
that I woke up
early in the morning
I wasn't yet awakened
as usual
Not catching sight
of an enlightened master
in front of me
I felt much more befuddled
You're sadly sobbing
all of a sudden
without rhyme or reason
like raining cats and dogs
this morning
Wasn't it reported yesterday
that you're going to shine
for many a day
to come
After many an autumn
have slipped away
you're still lucky
to remain everlasting
yet fickle
as a young love at play