The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

Simply love you
and don't ask me why
Love you like
little birds
love the carefree clouds
in the blue sky
Love you like
April showers
love May flowers
Love you like
if I am a snowman
in the Arctic permafrost
you're the sunshine


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Come along
When our love has grown
overwhelmingly sweet and fragrant
even a word is too redundant
Why not reap this memory of apple
with tear and smile
on our face
in the season of romance


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I'm a dewdrop
at dawn
waking up to the early
morning sunshine
that's caressing my face
and disturbing my sweet dream
While a ladybug
is scurrying for the shade
of a weeping willow
I feel like an idle cloud
wandering in the blue sky
catching a glimpse
of a yellow buttercup
that's smiling
in a green pasture
When the evening
spreads the sunset glows around
like purple and orange petals
on the ground
I'm going to sing a sad song
for a weather-worn vagabond
The minute the night's eyes
start to twinkle
I'll be like a shooting star
flying across the murky sky
shedding some light for
a lonely traveler


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No snow glistening
no sleigh bells jingling
from one January
to another January
Now I've learned
how to look for a bug here
and a worm there
in the field
like many
other little chickens do
though I still recall
as a fledgling
I always presumed
I'd take wing
in the near future
like a triumphant eagle
to a wonderland
in winter
when fully fledged

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Once I was a skylark
a spring skylark
enjoying singing
in a fool's paradise
forever flying and hovering
The white cloud
was my best friend
the azure sky
my sweet home
and my playing ground
Now I feel like a kite
without a string
free falling
from the Creator's grace
yet I dare not blame
the soft autumn breath
since it's the rosy colors
on your face
that I'm heavily
overwhelmed with


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I've been enjoying your poetry lately Angli - I really liked A Dewdrop at Dawn a great deal. There was a nice song playing, and it flowed musically. Thanks for sharing :)

They say
by the alpine meadow
winter plums are blooming today
vibrant and amorous
as those dreamy lasses
in the dead of winter
in spite of the bitter cold weather
If you're coming back
from afar
to appreciate
those pink white little stars
with me
for the sake of good old days
we're sure
to open up our arms
to welcome the snowflakes
Though they may seem unpleasant
when falling on our heads
yet at least
people won't notice our grey hair
for the time being

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I love you
but to the whole world
or to you
do I have to announce it
with a trumpet
True love is something
that needn't be said
Like the sun
he's always there for you
giving you light and heat
but he never utters
l love you
When he must go away
at night
he doesn't want you
to miss him
but to sleep tight

Some goats nearby
are grazing
the unwanted weeds
with great gusto
when I'm bewitched by
the winsome wildflowers
in a meadow
And in the distance
the sun is shining
casually
and fairly
on every living being

Your 'Unwanted Weeds' poem really says something to me. Thanks for keeping it real.

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Originally Posted by Silas Thorne

Your 'Unwanted Weeds' poem really says something to me. Thanks for keeping it real.

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Thanks, Silas, for your reply, but I wonder what this poem says to you. Care to share?

Let it be
and let me
close the door
of this ancient store
After the evening glow
has gone
I wonder
whether songbirds
still remember
how to sing in tune
in the sky
grey and dull
Let it go
and let the snow fall
I don't have
anything more
to show
to the world

Having hit the hay
for a long while
but here and now
I just can't fall asleep
I know so well
how to count my blessings
seeing
the freezing cold air
shivering
outside my window pane
while I'm lying inside
warm and comfortable
I feel ashamed
that I can't remember
when the last time was
that I looked up at the stars
in the night sky
and made a wish
for you
on the brightest star
So now I wish you
peace and joy
wherever you are
throughout time

To wonder
why you were my carnation
is to hunt for an answer
why we came into existence
in this universe
In my vague memory
the first time
I saw you
you seemed to
have passed your prime
I can hardly reminisce a day
when you were pretty
as a carnation should be
though as always
you were gracious
and happy go lucky
Life is unfair
to everyone of us
seeing that
we were born to get old
get sick and then die
whether we like it or not
Nevertheless
it's more than hideous
to you
I can't help but inquire
the omnipotent
why he didn't do anything
when a humble being
has suffered a great deal
all her life
without happiness

The night isn't young
any longer
and the weather getting
older and colder
Having put out the candle
and hit the sack
for a long while
yet I'm still busy
counting the sheep
in the darkness
I feel like a seed
buried in the mud
earnestly wishing
for the thawing of snow
but doubting
whether I'll be able to
sprout again
when another spring
comes along


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