The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

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