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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
Oh! Ron sixty five
Please give us a big five
but no sigh
for life's shorter than the blue sky
before you get away from it all
Others may call
to ask you to stay a little longer
for none can bear the cold winter
along with the grey heavens
without your presence
As a last resort
I may crawl and caw
like a black raven
On the rainy day
I'm your umbrella on the way
back home
to hold dearly like a poem
More often than not
I fear not
dripping like a leaking jug
if only you feel snug
~~Revised
My friend
All parties must come to an end
One day
when you have to see me off
don't worry about
what to wear for the day
Suppose
you don't have anything valuable
just wear a smile
sincere and humble
Revised
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 ...
worrying ...
it'd disappear one day
Now you've drifted far far away
I'm crying ...
like a cicada
facing an empty stage
at the edge of the world
I'm crying ...
Perhaps
one day
when I stop crying
it'll be the day you start crying ...
Revised
In spring
it goes without saying
your smile is like a rose bud
in the morning
Now summer's frolicking
in the stream
I'm longing for you
like ice cream
In autumn
I'll draw on a flyleaf
your elegance
like a pink maple leaf
Come Winter
I'll cuddle you
like a double comforter
Revised
If you feel like to call on me
you need not run all the way
to my shabby shanty
You can save
your troubles for another day
Like a whimsical zephir
I'm everywhere
except at my own humble place
In case
I'm at home
my soul may be still lingering
in a green mountain
where a crystal clear stream
is flowing serenely by
day and night
If you feel like to call on me
you need not run all the way
to my shabby shanty
You can save
your troubles for another day
Like a whimsical zephir
I'm everywhere
except at my own humble place
In case
I'm at home
my soul may be still lingering
in a green mountain
where a crystal clear stream
is flowing serenely by
day and night
Our heavenly Father
We thank thee for providing our daily bugs
We ask thee to keep
showering us with countless green backs
but not with old ages
We can readily save those extra bucks
in any bank
but where could we deposit
those gnawing extra ages
may we ask
Please forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those predators
who prey upon us
After all
we're just trivial praying mantes
Amen
Oh
Summer Breeze
while you're humming
all the golden hair aspens
start pulling up their skirts
coyly revealing their creamy long legs
and swaying gracefully
to your intoxicating melody
You know
I'm not a man of whisky
but my heart is tipsy
all the same
Revised
If this is the last picture
I paint
it's not a wedding bouquet
but the faint blush
on your cheek
If this is the last poem
I write
it sure is your smile
that's pure
as a lily
by the lake shore
If there's something
I want to say to you
on this Monday morning
cold and blue
It's not how much I love you
but how are you
A Few Tiny Jasmines
Not capable of crafting a mountain
of shiny yellow gold
for the whole world to adore
I'm pretty used to eating
my humble pie
and hoping to grow
in my homely garden
a few tiny jasmines
to share with my redneck neighbors
their sweet fragrance
When our romance has grown mellow
overwhelmingly sweet
even to utter a word
is wordy
Why not reap this apple memory
with tears and smiles
on our faces
in the season of harvest
Revised
My lass left
in the morning
without leaving even a note
In a mood of woe
I stumbled along into my garden
to confide my sorrow
to the green
An unexpected lady in a yellow jacket
comes flying
dancing toward my place
Even in my presence
she's still lingering
among those purple petals of a basil
as if to accompany and
comfort me
Now that she's more valuable to me
than all the pearls in the sea
what lass do I need
Revised
I love to take a stroll
along a quiet country road
to watch the winter sun
shining softly
touching and caressing fondly
each lovely face
of the graceful little grass
in the field
And the breeze
keeps pulling up the lush green skirts
of the silent trees
like pretty child brides
on the roadside
The serene paradise may be fleeting
yet this euphoric feeling
and the rural beauty
I'll treasure in my memory
long enough to forget
the next cold storm may hit
in any minute