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If this is the last picture
I paint
it's not a wedding bouquet
but the faint blush
on your cheek
If this is the last poem
I write
it sure is your smile
that's pure
as a lily
by the lake shore
If there's something
I want to say to you
on this Monday morning
cold and blue
It's not how much I love you
but how are you
A Few Tiny Jasmines
Not capable of crafting a mountain
of shiny yellow gold
for the whole world to adore
I'm pretty used to eating
my humble pie
and hoping to grow
in my homely garden
a few tiny jasmines
to share with my redneck neighbors
their sweet fragrance
When our romance has grown mellow
overwhelmingly sweet
even to utter a word
is wordy
Why not reap this apple memory
with tears and smiles
on our faces
in the season of harvest
Revised
My lass left
in the morning
without leaving even a note
In a mood of woe
I stumbled along into my garden
to confide my sorrow
to the green
An unexpected lady in a yellow jacket
comes flying
dancing toward my place
Even in my presence
she's still lingering
among those purple petals of a basil
as if to accompany and
comfort me
Now that she's more valuable to me
than all the pearls in the sea
what lass do I need
Revised
I love to take a stroll
along a quiet country road
to watch the winter sun
shining softly
touching and caressing fondly
each lovely face
of the graceful little grass
in the field
And the breeze
keeps pulling up the lush green skirts
of the silent trees
like pretty child brides
on the roadside
The serene paradise may be fleeting
yet this euphoric feeling
and the rural beauty
I'll treasure in my memory
long enough to forget
the next cold storm may hit
in any minute
I wish one day
I could somnambulate to the lake
where you used to lie on its bank
and contemplate your beautiful face
on the surface
of the mysterious water
Being a caterpillar
I guess I'd also gaze
long not at my own reflection
but your enthralling reincarnation
the swaying daffodil
graceful like a pretty girl
If I could
borrow some delightful petals from you
to cover my blue
perhaps I wouldn't consider
plunging myself into the water
Dozens of springs have passed
since I saw you last
Now it must be snowing
in your world
I hope the snowflakes will bring
you romance and love
instead of staying on your silky tresses
which I did long to caress
By the way
keep the old timer far far away
in case he may plow a lonely furrow
on your pretty face
which I can't bear to face
and is sure to leave me in deep sorrow
If your sweet smile
is a forever cheerful daffodil
in spring
never growing old or withering
in my heart
then why not
let's simply miss each other
Your beauty
is like the soothing sunshine
in icy January
enthralling and sublime
but I dare not take off my clothing
and reveal my true feeling
for I realize
you're definitely not a blessing in disguise
If I expose this amorous heart
to your freezing weather
it'll get frost bite
in a short moment
which can be as poignant
as love bite
In May
I got swept away
by a little white jasmine flower
and wrote a poem for her
but she preferred the fervent sunlight
and took no delight
in appreciating my writing
Now the wind is howling
and the temperature is freezing
She stands hopeless
alone and flowerless
in the garden
seeming to beg my pardon
Despite feeling pity for her
yet I'm in no mood to play the lyre
Love the last one! Getting fed up is a hard emotion to overcome. Enjoying the honest nature of your scribbles. Be well!
My lass
You're pretty as a red rose
yet you can't deny
there are other forms of beauty
in this colorful universe
with various charming shapes or figures
Take for example
the purple leaves of a maple
they can be charming as
the love in the mist
and the orchid in the valley
may not be less lovely
than the daffodil in the spring
or the buttercup in June
Thanks, Buh, for the like and the kind wordsQuote:
Originally Posted by Buh4Bee
Having had enough
of this cold windy weather
I guess I'd better
turn it off
by gently closing my eyes
Hence
returning to a warmer sunny day
in my mind's eye
when I was taking a rest
in your shade
Blowing out of nowhere
a playful summer breeze
scattered your pure white petals
all over the floor
and onto the humble clothing
of mine
I was wondering why ...
why you smelt so aromatic to me
since I wasn't a butterfly
or a honey bee
Now I guess
not only are you pretty
as a fragrant lass
but also witty
for you intended to grab me
to spread your sweet memory
in the air
via my poetry
in the monotonous winter
During the dark night
to let you dance in delight
and hold onto like a love handle
I've to keep burning myself
like a candle
At dawn
I'm as good as a pool of red tears
and you a weary moth
burned and lying motionlessly
on the cold floor
If this is the sweet fruit
of our burning love we enjoy so much
then it's better
that we keep each other
at a long distance
I have to say goodbye now!
I have to go with the summer wind
to find out the meanings of life,
to see why there are so many flowers on earth
as charming as you!
When you miss me,
you might as well⋯⋯
take a look at the wandering clouds,
floating like them,
I'm traveling everywhere.
When you see a shooting star
on a darkest night,
you'll know it's my life
short but
leaving a delightful trail of light!
The sparrows are flitting around
from branch to branch
in the woods
in this green paradise
especially bustling
on this sunny morning
It appears that they're telling
one another it's coming
The spring is coming
Let's get busy
busy as the noisy city
not very far away
just outside the fence
busy making a decent house
busy looking for a pretty spouse
busy having a nest of lovely fledglings
so that each human being
won't miss our singing
come next spring
Very nice, so cheerful just like springtime.
Thanks, free, for the like, and the cheerful feedbackQuote:
Originally Posted by free
On a drizzling night
a brunette with goo goo eyes
was standing alone
under a bleary street light
apparently having lost all direction in life
like a forlorn wife
I'd take her to my house
if only I lived in a spacious residence
in the countryside
So I regret deeply
to say it's really not very convenient
in a crowded city
to keep a canine pet
I'm not bragging
but I've never seen any human being
with creamy legs as slim as yours are
sweet as a chocolate bar
You take my breath away
when I see the way
you move with elegance
along with your amorous glance
You're almost perfect
except for the long long neck
which's tall as a lighthouse
yet definitely not my ideal spouse
though I can tolerate your unique habit
eating green leaves on a tree
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
Cherry Blossoms are blooming
extremely calming
and inviting
inviting spring and you
to pay them a visit
If you take a liking
remember don't go with Albert
but with Robert
for the former will chip off a piece
of your purple haze
put it under a microscope
to see why you're so gorgeous
Yet the latter will praise
your inner beauty
which has finally come to shine
in the refreshing spring
Silly puppies
Take my advice
when you're ten and four
never think of a pretty showy girl
as your lifelong diva
By and by
to your innocent love
she'll prove
worse than a broken jar
at least
the latter doesn't bark
In the quiet afternoon
there's someone
who seems to be sighing
and sobbing
If not
why is there this blue river
which has flooded all over my vein
when it isn't raining
on the outside
when the summer's grace
is still here
to linger
when the wailing wind
of the winter
is still out of sight
Should I split
this blue pain in half
with a knife
or simply let it
drain off
through the tip of my pen
The spring rain has come back
from a long journey
and has been lingering for a couple of days
All the trees are sprouting
and little birds chirping
The sleepy land seems to be waking up
from its deep winter slumber
whereas
when and how
will the seed inside me
begin to bud
since you're still nowhere to be found
Good morning
lovely lasses and lads
please don't bother to clean up the fallen leaves
on the campus
after the early spring rain
for they're no different from the flowers
in April
or the colorful butterflies
in July
You may wonder
whether it's practical
to leave them scattering here and there
on the pavement
Definitely not
but they forms a yellow brick road
which is leading me to a paradise of beauty
when it's still too chilly
for the spring blossoms to bud
Dear sol
You’re a pretty yellow rose
and it’ll absolutely be a great loss
for those guys who
don’t even have a chance
to savor your sweet fragrance
especially when the earth
is still wrapped up in the icy cold air
But I dare not dream
to hold you tight in my arms
for I'm afraid
this poor heart of mine
will be pricked time after time
by those invisible thorns
So it's better
that I admire you
at a distance
and praise your charm
in my poem
rather than have a date
if you're truly my soul mate
I'm a dewdrop at dawn
waking up to the early morning sunshine
caressing my face
and disturbing my sweet dream
When 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
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
When the night's eyes start to twinkle
I'll be a shooting star
flying across the murky sky
and shedding some light
for a lonely traveler
The summer wind
has gone chasing
after the shadow of spring
traveling far
and leaving behind
only withered heart shaped leaves
dreaming of flame trees
once blooming
in an exotic land
When the last cold snap finally ended
a few days ago
you were shining like a daisy
in the early spring
at that moment I naively thought
There were no more rainy days
Nonetheless
I woke up this morning
to hear the sound of drizzling
outside my window
and it still keeps raining now
wet and cold
Though you looks most sadly beautiful
when tiny raindrops are all over
your pretty face
yet how can I stand
to see you standing all alone
shivering in the garden
all day long
If you'd like to grace my humble home
please do come in the morning
but never in the evening
for I don’t think
I can hold back my tears
to see your petals falling
and floating here and there
when the afterglow is so enchanting
Pretty peaches are blooming again
in this lonesome land
yet I know clearly
it's not owing to the spring rain
or the spring
that keeps those pink blossoms sprouting
and floating
like the colorful butterflies flying
here and there
in the passionate summer
It's all because of your sweet smile
that makes me feel no longer
like a lonely traveler
in this journey of life
For you're an orchid in the valley
not to be found in an alley
I guess
to smell your fragrance
I’ll have to climb over many a mountain
and trudge across numerous rivers
If only I'm able to provide you with shelters
from the sun and the rain
I don't mind planting myself on earth
like a nearby whispering pine
whispering in your ear many a line
of verses
when the sun rises
in the morning
in spring
Wish you forever young and green
as the lush skin of a watermelon
And my love for you will be fervent
as the red passion within
abundant and exuberant
If you quench my longing and thirst
with your sweet juice
I'll spread those precious jewels
in your place
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wrote the above short poem, May Our Love Be like a Green Green Watermelon, a few years ago when I started to pen poetry to improve my broken English.
As for the title, we used to have a watermelon day in summer when I was in college though I can’t remember on which exact day. On that day, girls and boys are free to visit their friends in their own dormitory. It was a long tradition that boys should take a watermelon with them when visiting their female friends in their rooms.
It was said that the red meat of the watermelon symbolizes passion and love. And the numerous seeds stand for their fruitful results of love. So next time, when you’re visiting your future spouses, don’t forget to take a watermelon with you especially in sizzling hot summer.
Note: The Watermelon Day is a tradition of my alma mater only, not my country.
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If I open my window now
I know
I must be able to see
all the vibrant butterflies
chasing one another
like playful young lads and lasses
running wild in the meadow
where numerous small flowers
are swaying gracefully
in the spring breeze
But sorry
I feel too lazy
to open it up
It's not that
I've got a worried mind
so it's tightly closed as my heart
but that
if you happen to be intrigued
to know why
you haven't yet
graced my humble place
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A black ant is wondering
about which way to go on my bed
like a little kid lost in a vast labyrinth.
I'm curious
where it comes from
why and how it ends up in my house
But I'm more shocked by the way
my hand gets rid of this little creature
without hesitation
like putting out a candle.
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It's raining
yet I'm still lingering
beside a lotus pond
Listening to the rhythm of the rain
and looking to the sky beyond
I feel like crying in the rain
Let the rain keep falling on my body
and wish the dust of many years be washed away
along with my worry
When eventually
the sunray comes out to play
perhaps I'll be pure and godly again
like a blue water lily
after the rain
Goodbye sorrow and tomorrow
for I'll step on a rainbow
and go back to the home
where we all came from
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Just as you're a pretty fish
swimming in a tropical paradise
in spring
so am I the sentimental
evening glow
mixing all the gorgeous colors
of life
in the western sky
in autumn
Since it's next to impossible
for spring and autumn to get together
in real life
it was really an error
that we should have known each other
If beauty can't last any longer
than any flower in summer
why don't we
treasure it in our sweet memory
until the twelfth of never
Your innocent smile
was a forget-me-not
in full swing
that I fell for last spring
Missing the faint fragrance
you sent off in the air
I kept wasting away
and my hair turning gray
But I guess
it doesn't really matter now
for on every petal
of a blue forget-me-not
I see a smile
that I've pined for a lot
In the refreshing morning
you're shiny like a tiny dew
in the garden
If I could be with you
for even a fleeting moment
I'd turn into a leaf of grass
for you to cling fondly to
I know
you'll be gone
even before I wake up
from my hallucination
but I don't care at all
whether there's eternity or not
as long as we once treasure
this sweet encounter