The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

I can't clearly see
whether the world is forgetting about me
or the other way round

Yet I'm sure as on solid ground
there are still a pen and a few dreams
in the pockets of my jeans

During the day I meditate like a monk
on the holy verse
nothing in this universe
seems to be able to make me drunk

Yet as soon as the night
falls I can't wait
to dance around an artificial street light

I want to kick you in the a*s
for you're such a bad a*s
Since the day you came into being
you've been working only for the rich's well being
and presenting the poor with nothing
but tons of bad air
and you think you're so fair

When My Muse Is Soft as Water

When my muse is soft as water
that's the time I adore her the best
for she's sweet and tender

As soon as she gets all steamed up
she turns ethereal as vapor
and vanishes at once into thin air

While she's pregnant
she can be grumpy and no more elegant

But it's soon and readily forgotten
for after the pain of labor and delivery
the sky will wrap our newborn baby
in a kaleidoscopic ribbon

You're dashing so fast
that time is left far behind in the past
You're running here and there
but will you ever get somewhere
rather than end up in the middle of nowhere
one day you're running out of breath

Don't let a varmint's two lips
kiss your pink tulips
the supple petals where perfume drips
Then I'll pen your chastity
in poetry
so that everyone can savor your virtuousness
as well as fragrance

Nothing ventured
nothing gained

Nothing gained
nothing worried

Isn't it a blessing in disguise
to die young
for beauty never has a chance
to grow old

Every family has a skeleton in the closet
but more than a cockroach in the house

How I envy you
you dance to beauty the whole day through
and sip the drink of gods on the job

While you're sitting on a flower's top
will you ever meditate on the meaning of blue

Now who's sighing
and who's sobbing

If not
why is there this blue river without rains
flooding all over my veins
when summer sunshine is still here
and autumn's wailing winds are too far away to hear

Since it's impossible to split this blue pain
with a knife in half
I have no option but to let it drain off
through the tip of my pen


Copyrighted be Lewis Jian

Hi, bro
Go find a pretty girl and
marry her
If she remains charming
forever
then you are the luckiest guy
If she turns to be
not so nice
then you'll become wise

Maybe I'm penning a mountain of trash
yet it's better than emptiness
for it may be recycled and refined some day
in some way
into some gold
when I'm getting old

The day I came into this world
I was crying

When your smile was here
to humble all the May flowers
I was crying
I feared you would go with them
sooner or later

Now you've drifted far far away
I'm crying at the edge
of the world
like a cicada facing an empty stage


Perhaps one day when I stop crying
it's the day you'll be crying

Every family has a skeleton in the closet
but many a cockroach in the house

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Originally Posted by angliholic

Every family has a skeleton in the closet
but many a cockroach in the house

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I think a skeleton usually has a family in the closet until they kick its arse out of the house and put some roach motels along the baseboards and under the sinks.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by cafolini

I think a skeleton usually has a family in the closet until they kick its arse out of the house and put some roach motels along the baseboards and under the sinks.

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Ty, cafolini, for the most wonderful and whimsical thought in your reply.

On the rainy day
I'd like to be your umbrella on the way
back home
for you to hold dearly like a poem

So long as you feel snug
I fear not dripping like a leaking jug

Quote:

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Originally Posted by angliholic

On the rainy day
I'd like to be your umbrella on the way
back home
for you to hold dearly like a poem

So long as you feel snug
I fear not dripping like a leaking jug

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At least buy a bag of contingency diapers.

[QUOTE=cafolini;1229970]At least buy a bag of contingency diapers.[/QUOTE
Thanks, cafolini, for the most humorous and romantic reply

Birds had long aspired to be able to fly
in the immense sky
before they eventually grew wings

If I keep spreading my wings
I believe my imagination will soar high
like an eagle by and by

After weaving myself a cocoon
I did own a small cozy room of my own
yet I felt so lonely and alone

As soon as I cut it open
and crawl out as a butterfly
in the distant sky
the sun is rising above the horizon

The bikini you're wearing
is as revealing
as the birthday suit of tropical fish
colorful vibrant and girlish

Yes
you're the coolest ice cream to my eyes
in the sizzling hot summer
when life seems trapped in a drowsy slumber

But I know there is an invisible red line
that's as good as a big sum of fine
that I must not cross
I'd be nailed to a cross
if I do

If I do
I'll fall easy prey to
the most mesmerizing spider web you spun
in the long run

Fine feathers make fine birds

Yet it's not fine quills that make fine writers
but fine thinkers

While you're taking a stroll
on the fallen leaves soft and yellow
along a lakeshore path in the sunset glow
I cautiously follow
for fear of stepping on your shadow
which I always cherish and hallow

When my Muse and I are
in cold war
my poem reads like a spiny cactus

When my Muse and I are
crazy for each other
our love crystalizes into a vibrant rose

It was a long time ago
that I heard people call you mango

Though you don't seem to have a brain
yet I know you're not plain
for you've devised a beautiful foolproof plan
for both creatures and man

You reward them with fresh sweet meat
whenever they spread your seed

Some find a diamond in a grain of sand
while some treat a diamond as a grain of sand

It's foolproof as hell
for your every shot to tell

Shoot before you draw the bull's eye
and it's easy as pie

I'm fed up with your passion
as you keep dazzling me with intense emotion
in the blazing hot midsummer

However
I know I'm going to long for your affection
come the cold bleak midwinter

As long as you're pretty as a poppy
artificial beauty is not a bad thing to me

It's not that I don't like an ugly duckling
but that I love more a gorgeous darling

If you're looking for a tusk
never go for a mollusk
but find it in the mouth of an elephant

It's self-evident
though not at all elegant

It's not necessary to take one's pants off
when making gas
except one wants to show off
the gorgeous a*s

angli, really nice to see you so prolific! Some good stuff here. These short pieces work for me. They say more than some really long, dragged out poems. Just don't fall for the rhyming trap. You can do even better without trying to rhyme. More natural that way.

Thanks, Haunted, for the kind words and advice.

When you're soaring high
and gliding so gracefully in the sky
all the little birds down below
can't help but sigh

Once in a while you have to fly low
and swoop in for the kill though

I saw a black ant roaming around
in my room this morning
It must have hitched a ride on the vegetable
to my house

I didn't swat or step on him

My small room
must have been an enormous universe
for him
Likewise this enormous universe
where I stay
must be someone else's small room

What if I were stepped on
without any reason

A bee's falling head over heels in love with a young flower
so they stick to each other like lacquer

But after a day
when there is no more colors and fragrant nectar
the bee has to go his own way

The more easily one falls in love with a pretty lass
the harder for one to keep loving the nagging old grass

You're twinkling like a distant star
but it's not in the least bizarre
that you're nothing besides a castle in the air
seemingly so fair

Yet who is to blame
when I'm attracted to you still the same