There's nothing to lose
supposing I choose
to write poetry for the rest of my life
to view it as my prospective wife
If she turns out pretty
all are welcome to relish her beauty
If she's ugly
then I won't worry
someone will steal her from me
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There's nothing to lose
supposing I choose
to write poetry for the rest of my life
to view it as my prospective wife
If she turns out pretty
all are welcome to relish her beauty
If she's ugly
then I won't worry
someone will steal her from me
Will you stop or slow down
and don't let me feel like a silly clown
You have three
and I guess it's the key to the mystery
that you always outrun me
That's why you always make me blue
since I have only two
You will be always seventeen
forever young and lush green
You never think of me as your sugar daddy
as you never ask for a candy
let alone a ruby
You're flawless and wonderful
but I won't feel awful
No one can take you away from me
for you're my poetry
Little birds
Though I don't understand your words
I see you either chitchat all day long
or occasionally chirp a song
The farmers labor in the field from morning till night
struggling to get out of their plight
Nevertheless you harvest their fruits happily
Little wonder you're lucky
Though you're little
you're not the one for people to belittle
You're so hot and spicy
that I dare not take you lightly
You never bark like a dog
or a bullfrog
but the worst of all is your bite
sure to leave people in a woeful plight
if they give you a reckless bite
You're a pretty cloud, love to wander
and I'm a small rippling river
Lying by a meadow with splashes of yellow
singing for you today and tomorrow
Maybe you're too far away to savor my melody
which is lovely as well as lively
Maybe I don't mind you're a drifter
as your reflection was once in my clear mirror
Why do you smell so sweet to me
though I'm neither a butterfly nor a bee
They're your matchmakers in essence
so it makes perfect sense
that you should reward them with your fragrance
but why am I of importance
to you
Is it that I will feel less blue
when you're here with me to get over
the blistering hot summer
Butterfly
Please stop flapping your wings
for a short while
or you might ripple a most innocent smile
that's reflecting in my mind
Morning glory
How pretty you are like my sweet Mary
but only in the fresh morning
Isn't it a pity
While you're most bewitching
let me extol your beauty
and pen it in a book of poetry
before you become a sob short story
in the evening
The dormant volcano
covered in white snow
in the distance
looks like an old man of great elegance
so peaceful and amiable
but is it possible
that he did hurt so many people
when young impulsive and impossible
If you depict your complicated feeling
in an easy way like a breeze in spring
then this simpleton
who isn't a citizen in the realm of wisdom
can easily see what you mean
If you express a simple thing
in a tricky way
even Albert will lose his way
Must be waiting
for someone special and engaging
on this late night
for your eyes are dimming
with tears
on this lonely street
Why does the fox say to the grapes
Oh, you aren't even ripe yet
I don't need any sour grapes
It's not that he can't get it
but that the grapes are indeed sweet
One for the road
two for our remorse like a heavy load
and the last for our precious youth
lavished on nonsense
My love in this lonesome journey
you're red hot and punchy
I can manage to live without Lucy or Lulu
yet it's hard to imagine life without you
Though you looks lovely and saucy
I'm not afraid you'll make a cuckold out of me
for you're my yummy kimchi
Peking roast duck
Although you can no more quack
you're more adorable than
the most graceful swan
to a hungry man
Fairest wild flower
vibrantly blooms only in stinky manure
but not in a vase
in any case
Beauty is only skin deep
but it's deep
enough for a daisy to captivate myriads of bees
as easy as a breeze
I'm reading a yellow leaf
when it's falling gracefully from a maple tree
towards the ground
like a tiny pretty poem
A late summer breeze is here to see it off
floating it for the last but most beautiful trip
on earth
It's returning home
to the soil again
after this seasonal journey
after life has become so yellow and mellow
I'm a dewdrop at dawn
awake to the first morning sunshine
caressing my skin
and disturbing my sweet dream
When a ladybug is scurrying
for the shade under a willow weeping
I feel like an idle cloud wandering
in the blue heavens
catching a glimpse of a yellow buttercup 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 old song
for the weather-worn vagabond
When the night's eyes start to twinkle
I'll be a shooting star
flying across the murky sky
Though there are many flowers in the sun
only your silly smile gives me so much fun
I might be brave enough to fight a lion
but when you called me a dork
my body seemed as soft as a cork
Next time
don't refer to me as goofy
for I'll feel as giddy as a melting jelly
Whenever you call me names
I wonder why on earth I have so many names
Ahead of me, only birds' chirping
behind me, autumn's gently breathing
Scattered on this shady path
were a few blurry footprints
like missing pages of some unread stories
My mind was more cloudy
than the evening glow in the western sky
my feet soft as a jelly
longing for a rest
wishing to be the bird in a tree nearby
perching comfortably in its cozy nest
Perhaps
I should sit in a pavilion on the hill
for a while
waiting for the cicadas to play their finale
For the maple trees to turn yellow
for all the leaves to float like falling snowflakes
and for the spring to grace this land again
When floral fragrances are no more floating
in the breeze
I'll be waiting
for you in a forest of maple trees
I'm envisioning
you are now stepping
on the far end of a rainbow of colorful fallen leaves
in a wedding dress with long sleeves
walking toward me
From the tale of a fairy
you're now walking toward me
What a tasteful lace parasol you are
In the scorching hot summer
you fend off all the malicious sunlight
for ladies in broad daylight
Graceful as daffodils swaying to a soft tune
is the summer breeze you bring
Tripping after your footsteps in the plain
is the misty rain
trickling lightly down like many a gentle hand
caressing each bud on this green island
When a gale is sweeping through this stage of sorrow
the trees lining the street start dancing
wildly like there's no tomorrow
like girls on the loose, shaking
off their leaves like pieces of clothing
Don't sneer when they're getting drunk
or lying naked on the ground
for spring is gone
summer is almost done
and how many good times left are still unknown
Yesterday it was still a bud
today a full-blown blossom with blue blood
What will become of this delightful yellow
come sorrow of tomorrow
Let's drink a toast to life and get tipsy
A blossom will be forever a beauty
when our minds remain dizzy
I've never had a liking for you
because it's true
that you always steal farmers' crop
and chat in public nosily and nonstop
I've never paid attention to you
for you're tiny and insignificant too
However when I see
you have to take care of your family
I realize you're not at all lousy
If you're grieving for the spring
which has sneaked away without warning
with the one you adore most
Why not take a look at heavenly blues
when they're young as the one you pine for most
You're sure to ignore your blues
for many a century
as long as you're wrapped up in their beauty
The torrential rains brought by a typhoon
cloak my window with thousand layers of rain curtain
confining me to my small room
and painting me a picture of total gloom
Suddenly I feel like a caged skylark
far away from the natural park
for too long
that I've forgotten how to sing the song
passed down from my ancestors
and how to show my true colors
If your dog is fatter than a huge pig
and your pig
is thinner than a skinny monkey
take it
whether you like it or not
for as often as not
such is life
which may not be pretty as your wife
My darling
I'm picking small wild flowers in my garden
in the plum rain season
to make a spring wreath for you
If it fails to please you
please forgive me
for I'm not a man with gold or money
Do you still remember
when I was still a young breeze in April
your heart was messed up
as the tender leaves on a shrub
You said with a deep sigh
you were too timidly shy
to dream beyond the blue mountain
where there could be no fountain
Only after
my passionate summer
has passed you're starting
to put on the most gorgeous clothing
the day
my prime has drifted far away
with the spring
One rainy afternoon
you showered me with many a fanciful balloon
Like raindrops one after another
your tenderness kept falling on the pond of my heart
forming multitudinous ripples
ever expanding your charming dimples
along with my blissfulness
But all of a sudden I felt totally helpless
for the rain stopped abruptly
and ruthlessly
Not until I turned off the light inside
before hitting the pillow
did I notice the moonlight
shining through my humble window
With no summer rain
I reckon I'm still able to remain
as cool as a cucumber
in the long scorching hot weather
With no sunflower
I guess I can manage to survive
the long gloomy winter
Yet without your smile
on this journey
life will become a long lonely trial
without mercy
Azaleas are blooming here and there
on the hill
though I can still
feel the early spring chill
I'd like to pick a pure white one for you
to put it in your hair
as you're the most special
but where are you
I shouldn't have missed you
so much in the first place
for I know you're nothing but my echo
Though I'm not Narcissus
I'm wasting away for the same reflection
still the same
It sure is a win-win policy
for us to publish our books of poetry
If they sell well
then we'll roll in the dough
What if business is slow
Well we might as well
give them away to people who can't sleep well
We devour dainty delicacies
and invariably turn them into stinky messes
Nevertheless
even a tiny blue bell can transform our waste
into a fragrant garden of good taste
Are we really the noblest of all creatures
or are we just vultures
If this is the last picture I paint
it's not a wedding bouquet but the faint
blush on your cheek
like lovely afterglow reflecting on a creek
If this is the last poem I write
it sure is about your bright
smile that's as pure
as driven snow I'm pretty sure
If there's something I want to say to you
it's not how much I love you
on Monday morning gloomy and blue
but how are you
In the shade of subtropical trees
on the school playground
from dawn to dusk
for many a summer
a silent boy used to fly a kite
He didn't have the slightest idea
why he loved watching the kite flying far and high
why those cicadas kept humming lonely tunes
Maybe he knows why now
for he has turned into a kite flying far and high
and he knows the thin string
tied to his soul may break any minute now
Maybe he'll fly into Vincent's starry night
and shine there one night
Maybe he'll simply fall into the Bermuda Triangle
Maybe he couldn't care less
as long as he enjoys his flying now