The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

It's been ages since I
bathed myself in the soothing nature;
It's been ages since I
penned words praising the beautiful pasture;
It's been ages since I
slipped and ended up in the glacier.

Just as I've forgotten all the dreams
I ever dreamed last night,
so I've forgotten all the promises
I ever made to you when young.
Since all the spring birds have long gone,
what's the use of reminiscing all the roses
that ever lingered on your face.

Hey you, missed ya! ;)

Keep on writing, buddy!

Welcome back dear poet !

I pray the effects of your slip have healed.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

A warm welcome from me too. It´s nice to see you around again.
That is sad and beautiful:
"Since all the spring birds have long gone,
what's the use of reminiscing all the roses
that ever lingered on your face."

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

Hey you, missed ya! ;)

Keep on writing, buddy!

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Thanks, kiz, for your encouragement.

Thanks, Tailor, for your reply and praying. It's life that we more often than not slip here and there.
I pray that you and your loved ones are all well and enjoy life.

And thank you, Danik, for your warm welcome and hopefully i'm still able to write something beautiful.
Best regards to you

While I'm relaxing
in the shade of a banyan tree,
early summer breeze is blowing
through my hair and caressing my face.
In no time,
I start to feel I'm living in Paradise,
when out of the blue comes a voice
into my head telling me~
somewhere in this subtropical island
there're rivers clogged with dense masses
of plastic bags and bottles.
While I'm craving to watch a butterfly,
fluttering here and there in the meadow,
like a vibrant pretty lass,
please be kind enough as not to remind me~
the girl, whose innocent smile
I once yearned madly for,
is fading and getting senile
like a yellow flower of yesterday.

That´s beautiful too with its confrontation of yesterday/today; world of dreams and reality.

Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and leaving your wonderful footprints

If you're a purple-blue lavender
in full bloom,
sending invitations to the butterfly
will be like carrying coals to Newcastle~
They'll come flying around unerringly.
Notwithstanding,
how could my poem keep giving forth fragrance
in a thousand years?
When one day
you're faded and no more scented
like my monotonous poetry,
who'll bother to drop by
and read a page or two.

Enjoyed these last two poems. :)

Enjoyed this last one very much too. I have the feeling that your poetry has matured.

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Originally Posted by Danik 2016

Enjoyed this last one very much too. I have the feeling that your poetry has matured.

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Thanks, Danik, for dropping by again and your kind praise which sure inspires and encourages me to pen more

You're most welcome
when bringing with you
abundant summer rain
to cool down
the sweltering hot afternoon a bit;
I don't even mind
you flood the streets of my town
or blow my roof off
as long as you never lay a finger
on the tender green weeping willow
near the little river;
she's been my bride since time immemorial,
forever young and elegant.
If you do,
you wreak havoc not only on
her long silky hair
but also on a world of fantasy.

In the evening,
I was surprised to see
the rice in the fresh green paddy
was already harvested
even before it dawned on me
that the typhoon Maria
was expected to hit,
in a couple of day,
this paradise island, Formosa.
And I found no humble gleaners
but fine feathered songbirds,
busy silently collecting grains
strewn here and there in the field.
Perchance,
they have to labor, like me,
to make a living
from hand to mouth;
Hence,
can't be fully engaged in singing
tunefully and soulfully
every so often.

I loved these last two poems, angli!

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

I loved these last two poems, angli!

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Thanks, kiz, for your encouragement which did magic to my muse

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

I loved these last two poems, angli!

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Thanks, kiz, for your encouragement which did magic to my muse

Dear amigo,

I haven't heard from you in ages,
and since you live hundreds of miles away.
I'm eager to know~
has the leafy path leading to your hometown
been resplendent with different types of flowers yet?
If you don't complain to me of the falling petals
that are strewing everywhere and covering the ground,
I'll never complain to you of the sunset glow
that I miss in the evening
when I take a walk in the park.

Lovely, Angli.
I always enjoy your descriptions of nature.

Thanks, kiz, for your support again and again. You know a good poem is hard to come by. It needs not only inspiration but also encouragements from lots of supporters

Since there're only a few grains left,
and there're too many fine feathered friends,
competing with one another for the delicacies,
I decide to take a rest~
no longer burying myself in gleaning,
but appreciating the serene field after harvesting.
Anyway,
eating too much makes me dizzy and ugly.
Why don't I just meditate for some time
to clear my mind?
Maybe later,
I'll come up with an inspirational song or something
from the ordinary countryside at the moment.

Yes, good poems are indeed difficult to come by ... which is the reason that I rarely post one here, lol (unless you are talking about Lymericks or Haiku). :)

Keep posting, my friend. Your words are a welcome sight.

Thanks, kiz, for your kind feedback. I'll keep posting though most of my writing are boring and meaningless. There's nothing to lose to keep writing. On the contrary, as least I have chances to use English and improve my lousy English once in a while.
Have a wonderful Sunday to you.

I think you needn´t worry about the quality of your poetry. It seems to me very delicate and unique.

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Originally Posted by Danik 2016

I think you needn´t worry about the quality of your poetry. It seems to me very delicate and unique.

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Thanks, Danik, for your most uplifting words which made my day. Indeed, I've never felt so thrilled and happy lately. Thanks again for your kind comment.

Feeling like a soulless dimwit,
I can't think of anything
that's emotional or enchanting.
Is it because of the summer heat
or the lazy Sunday night?
I don't have the slightest idea myself.
All I'm curious to figure out is~
if a butterfly loses its exquisite colorful wings,
is it still worthy of its name?
Likewise,
if a human being loses all the passion
for aesthetics,
what's the meaning
of eating three meals a day?

While the sun's sinking in the west,
carelessly
I walk to a mini park to stretch my legs.
On hearing the cicadas' shrilling
in full swing,
somehow, I fall into great despair.
Maybe,
it's the lazy season, or maybe
it's just the sentimental me.
And then,
there're little kids frolicking around
like many a carefree puppy.
They don't seem to be bothered a bit
by the cicadas' lamenting~~
lonely and melancholy as can be.
How is it possible for them to know
that I start fearing~~
the pitch black night is going
to take over this world sooner than later.

Great imagery.
You ponder the questions eloquently, Angli. Well done.

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

Great imagery.
You ponder the questions eloquently, Angli. Well done.

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Thanks, kiz, for your positive comment again.

You said,
you were a wind bell waiting for a breeze
to produce a melodious tinkling,
but you looked so rusty and ugly.
Though I never judged a book by its cover,
yet at first sight,
your clothing really dispelled me.
Not until I read your story,
did I see you still own a heart of gold~~
to help and protect the poor and the weak,
you're never daunted
when confronted with monstrous bullies
in spite of the fact that
you're no better than the poor and the weak.
Yellow bells have always mesmerized me
whenever I run across one,
yet now to my mind,
you're the most enthralling bell of all
whether rusty or not.








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I liked that, Angli!
Some good advice there, too. :)

Thanks, Kiz, for dropping by again.

My youth has gone
with the wistful spring dream,
starting off like a blue morning glory,
so romantic and intoxicating,
yet fleeting like falling petals in the evening,
so sentimental and gloomy,
and ending up in extreme inner melancholy
all life long.
Therefore,
it's meaningless to stay up late
since there's no more a starry night
to look forward to tonight.

It has been a fabulous sunny winter day,
yet I didn't feel like stepping outside
or taking a walk in the morning
to take a look at all those evergreen trees
swaying in the sunshine,
let alone writing a poem or something
to praise the unexpected warm weather.
However,
I'm now feeling eager to jot down whatever
comes to mind
simply because I have to hit the road
before it gets pitch black.

Enjoyed your poem... weather not unlike ours in the California Gold Country today... a brief respite from the sorely needed rain.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

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Originally Posted by tailor STATELY

Enjoyed your poem... weather not unlike ours in the California Gold Country today... a brief respite from the sorely needed rain.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

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Thank you, Tailor, for the encouraging comment. YOu've been so kind to my lousy poetry.

Before setting off on a journey
around this vanity world,
I had made a vow to gather for you
at least a huge emerald.

Now I'm back,
weather-beaten as well as black and blue,
yet without any gemstone in my pocket.
I don't know how to face the music
and especially you
though my heart has turned humble
and my love pure
as the bunch of white jasmine flowers
I bring for you.