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Supposing you're smiling
at me in the early morning
like spring sunshine,
I'll surely be on cloud nine.
If you're wearing a stepmom's face
and storming into my place,
like a fickle sudden shower,
I won't be in deep agony.
On the contrary,
I'll stay cool as a cucumber
instead of losing my temper.
Now matter how you treat me,
I'm still the same me.
If a poem of high class
can be likened to a pretty lass,
then I'll fall surely
head over heels in love with her
at first sight.
Indubitably,
I'll gasp and sigh
because she's not not graceful
but also witty and meaningful.
The more I read her,
the more I learned from her.
Your poetry flows so beautifully, enjoyed so much, Angli! :)
Thanks, kiz, for your kind words as always.Quote:
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Stay blessed.
Thanks, kiz, for your kind words as always.Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
Stay blessed.
I couldn't figure out why
an endearing girl like you
might be so talkative and fidgety.
After storming noisily
the whole night through,
it's calmed down eventually.
Glancing at the clear blue sky
I guess I know why
and can empathize with you.
If you dared to lay a finger on me
when I was a young caterpillar,
you'd live to regret it,
which was obvious as stings from a bee.
Seeing that I've sorted my life out,
I guess
it's better to be a gracious cherry tree
than a caterpillar or a hedgehog.
Therefore,
it doesn't really matter
if you smear me with bulls***t
because I won't pay you back with pitch
but lots of sweet cherry blossoms,
and that's mother wit.
Enjoyed, Angli! :)
love this
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Thanks, Tony, for reading.Quote:
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If you still bear in mind that
I once say~
I had a crush on your rosy tulips,
I have to beg your pardon!
It's been a long time
since I forgot the red roses in spring,
not to mention the fact that
another summer's coming to an end.
Now I fancy waiting in a quiet woods,
waiting for the leaves on the trees
to turn yellow again
so that I may float away with them.
Dear Angliholic,
I hope you have made a copy of all your beautiful, delicate poems. Better not to post anything on LitNet until the storm is over.
Thanks, Danik, for reading and the nice comment, but what's the storm?Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
Beautiful poem :)
I believe Danik 2016 is referring to the current spam storm; wise council (backup/backup/backup).
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks, Tailor for your explanation and kindness.Quote:
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@Sorry, angli,
Saw your question only just now. Thanks for explaining, Tailor!
Thanks, Danik, for the reply. Stay blessed.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
Had it not been for fresh cool mornings,
butterflies lingering among marigolds,
and afternoon rain showers,
I don't know
how I could've survived the sizzling summer.
While the trees are turning yellow,
I choose to be oblivious of the deadly winter's
just around the corner.
Instead,
I'd rather turn my head
to gaze at their brilliant gold color
and to appreciate the remaining beauty of life
if I hope to stay blessed.
Hi, Angliholic,
It is a special pleasure to read your poem after the long spamstorm we had the last days.
A charming sing of recovery from you, probably our oldest poet!
"I choose to be oblivious of the deadly winter's
just around the corner.
Instead,
I'd rather turn my head
to gaze at their brilliant gold color
and to appreciate the remaining beauty of life
if I hope to stay blessed."
Wise words!
You're poetry has always been too Emo for me, Angli, but I understand and concede and everything else that it's not "for me" and doesn't have to be. Your images and especially the sounds that accompany them are--not lushly beautiful but gently beautiful, like wind chimes. If I find the struggle to stay blessed more of a slog, well that's my struggle. Bless you just the same.Quote:
Originally Posted by angliholic
Thanks, Pompey, for dropping in and the wonderful feedback. And sorry for the belated reply because of some unexplainable reasons.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pompey Bum
I woke up this morning
and noticed that
winter was sneaking up on me.
Why didn't anyone remind me that
the season of colorful leaves falling
had vanished into thin air.
Now I feel like a fading morning glory~
too exhausted and reluctant to step outside
and check out what flowers are in season.
I think, in the long run,
I have to face the music~
Far far away have my daydreaming days gone
when I could lie willfully
under an old banyan tree
watching white clouds floating up in the sky
or savoring a winding stream nearby
gurgling.
Enjoyed very much.
My favorite lines:
Far far away have my daydreaming days gone
when I could lie willfully
under an old banyan tree
watching white clouds floating up in the sky
or savoring a winding stream nearby
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Glad that you are back with your delicate, nostalgic verses:
"Why didn't anyone remind me that
the season of colorful leaves falling
had vanished into thin air."
It will be back, I trust. And you will be writing about it.
Thanks, Tailor, for dropping by and leaving your wonderful feedback here.Quote:
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Thanks, Danik, for reading and your most uplifting words. I try hard to write beautiful pieces but I'm afraid that my muse is getting senile and dotted.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
Who was to blame?
When you were one and twenty
and charming as a purple water lily,
who wouldn't fall head over heels in love
with your bewitching smile
and became lame?
After the thief of youth and beauty
has stolen all of your colorful petals,
I can't help ruminating~
did I really fall in love with you
or simply with a pretty flower?
Seeing that you're not at all impeccable
as I am not, either,
I only have myself to thank.
It was by sheer chance
that we ran across each other
just like two tumbleweeds rolling together
in a wasteland.
Although I'm not exactly your prince charming,
yet I'm sincere and keep smiling;
therefore,
please be kind and patient to me
because it's for sure
that we'll go our own way
sooner or later.
While the wind's howling outside,
you don't need to keep reminding me
of those good old days
we had in warmer weather.
I do really remember and appreciate them,
but I don't believe
the summer sunshine is able
to disperse this iciness in cold winter.
In this bleak season,
I've lost my primitive instinct--dreaming.
Don't make fun of me
because my face's wrinkly
as the small dimples on the water
made by a breeze.
Please don't taunt me
because my hair's grayer
than all the snow on the trees
in gloomy winter.
Despite being melancholy
as a lonesome caterpillar,
I've come to treasure your honey
just like the eternal verity.
Forget about me
just as I've forgotten
all the stories of leaf shooting
in many a spring,
and I'll forget about you
just as you've forgotten
all the rumors of my returning
from a far away journey.
A hearty wellcome, angliholic!
Itīs good to be able to read your poems again.
Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and the kind words again. It's good to know that all's well under the attack of covid-19.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
Don't ask me
whether I'm in the mood for
appreciating April showers
after it's been raining relentlessly
for a couple of days.
What's more,
if you, in a couple of weeks,
may not bring me your graciousness,
what's the use of
a world of May flowers?
I can't believe
I didn't stop to admire those small flowers
that I came across this evening
on my way to the park
though I was captivated
by their delightful colors
at first sight.
They were like shiny stars dotting the green grass
of the meadow,
which reminded me that it was April
and a day ago
there were showers after rain showers.
With the day getting dark,
I could only walk by,
wishing
some puppies would come running
and cherish those adorable sweeties
on my behalf.
I know now
how painfully wrong I was
to have believed in the saying
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
You'd never know
how many times my heart was cut into pieces
by a knife
whenever I thought a poppy
might lose all its bewitching petals sooner or later.
How ironically true it is
only through making up my mind
never to leave you
even though you've lost both rosy cheeks,
can I emancipate myself
from deep anguish
and redeem my peaceful mind!
It was a long time ago,
and I've forgotten the exact day
when I stopped wishing~
You be forever young and enchanting!
Anyway,
so long as you wear a big smile on your face
today and tomorrow,
I don't mind at all
whether your hair's getting gray
or there're countless wrinkles on your face.
My dear,
Don't let tear drops
roll down your aging face
so easily
when you see red petals
falling off your rose in spring.
Save some for the winter
when your favorite cherry tree
may lose all its leaves.
Melancholy, tears, and reflection... thank you for your poetry in these times.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Thank you, Tailor, for reading and leaving behind your most uplifting encouragement.Quote:
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