With a view to being capable
of appreciating a boundless blue sky
now and forevermore,
I'm all ready
to take a step back
before a volcano eruption,
or before hitting the ceiling.
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With a view to being capable
of appreciating a boundless blue sky
now and forevermore,
I'm all ready
to take a step back
before a volcano eruption,
or before hitting the ceiling.
On the outside,
I can clearly hear
the melancholy sound of the winter wind,
yet, how should I begin
explaining to you
that I'm no more a lost sheep?
Just as
I'm not wrenching my heart again,
simply because the swaying poppies in June
are nowhere to be found
in this wind howling season,
so am I no longer a moody man,
simply because your naive smiles in summer
are missing forever and ever.
Beautiful verses, Angliholic. Welcome back!
Thanks, Danik, for the forever nice comment.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
A voice inside of me
keeps telling me
that I should pick up my pen,
though ancient and rusty,
to write a poem once again,
not for the weather suddenly getting icy cold,
but for someone
who keeps waiting to hear from me
on the far side of the sea.
I like it!
Thanks, WolfLarsen, for dropping by and leaving encouraging words.Quote:
Originally Posted by WolfLarsen
It seems only yesterday
that I was twenty and two,
as most young men would do,
I'd linger away
my precious golden morning
around many a poppy,
swaying and hypnotizing
at a sea bay.
Now that the sun is setting,
I'm more like an old humble squirrel,
busy searching for a cozy tree hole.
I couldn't care less
if any young man comes
and plucks all the flowers home
as long as I still treasure
their intoxicating beauty
during my hibernation
in the freezing cold weather.
Thanks for this beautiful and true comeback, Angly!
Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and leaving beautiful footprints here.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
Wouldn't it be better
for us
to miss each other
than to meet each other?
It's not that
I'm not reminiscing
about a lass
radiant with rosy clouds,
but that
it's been ages
since I quit dreaming
of travelling
to numerous far off places~
no more stories
to tell you face to face.
I'm so grateful to you
for shining brightly and warmly
during the daytime
in the cold winter
that I feel like crying and shedding tears.
If you remember to bring
a couple of fragrant small white flowers
to those jasmine twigs
in front of my house,
just as you did in July,
it'll be as good as a miracle.
I still have this blissful memory~
when young as April rain
you kept showering May flowers
onto my garden
in the most delightful season.
Therefore,
promise me that
you won't turn yourself again
into Cinderella's stepmother
while the night curtain is falling.
love these!
Thanks, Tony, for reading and your encouragement.Quote:
Originally Posted by tonywalt
Rumor has it that
those who find comfort in yellow dandelions
in autumn are lonely people.
However,
tonight I simply find a lamppost,
shivering alone
at a chilly street corner.
Watching motorcycles and cars
bustling around this small town,
and all the busy breadwinners
in a hurry going home,
I could only wish
everything's all right
with those little humble flowers,
once blooming massively and delightfully
in my wasteland.
Just like good eats- this is good reads! Always enjoy!
Thanks, Buh4Bee, for the encouragement. Last night, it leaped to mind that I'm not a poet but a trash producing loser. I was wondering if I should keep painting graffiti or not.Quote:
Originally Posted by Buh4Bee
Really appreciate your kind words.
If you wish me to be as honest
as a mirror pond,
I'd rather
you dropped in on me
when the twigs were budding.
Nonetheless,
you still make up your mind
to come visiting
this humble side of the fence
where the grass is less green
in the evening of early winter
just when I least expect.
If you showed up a bit earlier, say,
in the season of petals scattering
all over the path,
we would go, hand in hand, for a stroll,
all the way
joy written on our face,
to the woods
to watch the leaves turning yellow.
Without thinking twice,
I put up an umbrella
to keep out the rain and the icy wind,
but ...
how should I also find a way
to keep out the everlasting melancholy
in this season of dismay?
My cheeks flushed for a moment
with embarrassment
when I read what you said
about my style of poetry~
always so beautifully mellow,
which brings to you
a feeling of contentment~
I'm too bashful to assume
that my poems are entrancing
as a dancing poppy,
or the lily in the valley,
but I'd prefer them to be
anonymous little flowers
always waiting by the roadside
in the middle of nowhere,
to soothe one or two
weather-beaten lonely travelers
once in a long while.
That's why your poems are so enjoyable. For the lonely particularly! At least for me! Thanks for the read.
If you ever wonder why
I haven't dropped by your mountain hut
for a long while,
carrying with me
a guitar and a white daisy,
and if you assume
I'm afraid of the icy winds howling
like ghosts and demons,
or that
the endless road is as bumpy as winding,
you're as wrong as assuming
jasmine's still blooming in November.
Maybe, you can reveal your true colors
and still assume
it's romantic and charming
to wear a fresh daisy in gray hair
while playing the guitar,
yet I'm just bashful as a leaf of mimosa.
Enjoyed that flowery poem! So glad you are back!
Lonely travelers. That it us, remaining litneters.
Thanks, Buh4Bee, for dropping by again and leaving the kind words for me, which are sure my spiritual food to keep on writing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Buh4Bee
Thanks, Danik, it's so wonderful to read your positive feedback. I'm glad too. I have nothing to lose~if there's no one care to read my graffiti, at least I'm improving my English.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
Yes, we're all lovely travelers in this world.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
It's almost midnight
on this side of the ocean.
If you, all unknowingly, can't doze off,
just as, for no good reason at all,
the cold weather has been here to stay,
why not get up and write a poem?
If it is not touching and picturesque enough,
why not hit the bed again
and appeal to Venus for mercy
in your dream?
And, if you still can't fall asleep,
try replacing your pillow
with a book of poetry.
Ha! At the end of the day, before going to sleep the book is still our best friend. Cheers! Have fun writing!
Thank you, Buh, for dropping by again the kind words. Cheers! We all need warm comfort in the ruthless wintry world.Quote:
Originally Posted by Buh4Bee
Let the rain keep on falling
until our hearts grow mold.
For no good reason at all,
why must the sky be so sentimental?
It's only the season
when cypresses getting bald,
once so lush green and tall,
before wild geese fly southward,
before our smiles get freezing cold.
Let the rain keep on falling,
all I need is
a good and deep slumber
in this ruthless winter.
By the way,
in case little birds are coming back
and chirping again in the garden of early spring,
you can save all the trouble
of giving me a morning call.
All I need is
a long and peaceful slumber.
Let the rain keep on falling.
It's as conspicuous
as a blue morning glory
becoming falling petals of sorry
the moment when the sun's setting,
the moment when magpies no longer singing.
Yet at the age of flowery youth,
how should I know the truth?
I was just a tender callow fellow.
All I craved was the red apple
shining on your face,
and never thought twice
whether it'd be shrinking or wrinkling
in gloomy weather.
Nevertheless, don't be suspicious
that I'll leave you
the day when swallows are migrating.
Just as a moth keeps dancing
around the flame of a candle
without rhyme or reason,
I'm more than willing to be with you
this life and the next
until you forget the meanings of blue.
Tonight,
I'm sleepless again
like a burning candle, flickering alone
in the dim light,
and racking my brain,
not for a way to go, way up north,
to Alaska though the rush is always on.
It's as clear as the flowing water
in a stream at spring time
that I wasn't born with a silver spoon
in my mouth,
and never ponder
on the chance of carrying some yellow metal
in my mouth
to meet my maker
when it's time to push up the daisies.
Well, speaking of those pretty lasses,
if only,
with a stroke of genius,
I'd come up with more wondrous verses,
as resplendent as those nature's daughters
in delightful yellow dresses
to brighten up the gloomy world of some admirers,
it might be more sunshine
than to hit the goldmine
and live happily ever after for eternity.
My friends,
If you don't mind at all,
I'll give you a morning call
since there's no feathered friends
coming to say hello,
since there's no more sunshine
to kill your sorrow
in this winter world.
Let's play a game of badminton.
If you forget to bring your racket,
don't worry and be happy.
As long as you never forget
to bring your laughter,
loud as thunder,
I'll carry my smile,
sincere as sunlight.
Maybe,
we're not perfect as professionals,
but we'll be cheerful as a monkey
and healthy as a puppy.
If silence is gold,
that must be the reason why
the sky is so gray that I want to sigh.
Seeing that there's not a marigold
to be seen in late November,
how will you comfort a lamenter?
Yea, sounds good! But the available forum game is Six Games Reboot!
Thanks, Danik, for dropping by. Yes, here we usually play at least five games or two hours at a time. I usually lose one or two kilograms for two hours.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
I can't believe my eyes~
it's already late November,
and you're still blooming ravishingly
like a morning glory
that I just came across
while passing through a village,
no less poor than remote.
I can't help but admit~
you're still beautiful;
nevertheless,
I doubt whether
it's as much meaningful~
putting on your indigo purple dress
and shuddering in the sea breeze
at a time when
there's no butterflies or bees around.
And I have to apologize to you
for being neither a secret admirer
nor a careful gardener.
Fleeting
as a silk of smoke floating in the air,
I'm just a passenger.
Supposing
life can be compared to a journey,
then I think
I have to hurry,
not to print money like crazy,
but to jot down in a book of poetry,
the beauty of life stories
that's unfolding along the journey.
Don't you ever ridicule me
when you find me
trudging in the falling blue
or feeding on the morning dew!
Since time immemorial~
do I have to remind you~
none could've carried earthly belongings,
their wistful yearnings,
with them to push up the daisies
except for
leaving behind the beauty of poetry,
the joy for eternity.
We can always depend on books and booze as the most dependable and best company.
Thanks, Buh, for the romantic and intoxicating feedback.Quote:
Originally Posted by Buh4Bee
Loved that!Quote:
Originally Posted by angliholic