Blue

Aww !

You came again

I love it when you come by SEXY Slow!

And you always makes me so happy whan you came by ...

I just wrote you a poem and my puter ate it...SShhssssh....

So is another for you....my SEXY Slow....



I see a fly

Warming himsself on the windowsill

Rubbing his lags

Enjoy the morning sun

He sems to know when the light will shift

A sudden buZZ....

And he's at another window...
 
Mountain thoughts.... river feelings.....

Never betray them...

Rain froms... sky patterns are always beautiful

Closing the door and searching for verses..

Is not the way of poetry

It is only when you travel that ...

Poems will come naturally......
 
Oh! A shadow blink by again

Makes me want to dance

Moaning with my pounding heart

Just a century too late ... Awe ... Lord ... :kiss:


Falling in love with you....

Is like the hot breathless summer sun....

Is like the breezeless sweaty night...

One blast of the hot warm wind

There's never been such a hot summer before...

Oh ... Just a fuzzy dream ... no more...
 
It's so much better

To close my eyes and wondering

Lower the bamboo blinds

Take a nap, burn incense

It's beautiful to listen to the wind

Or listen to the raindrops fall

To take a ride on my bike, if I feel like it

And when I am tired I go to sleep....mmmm..

Oh!...

Is that little bird again!

Sat on the old willows

And the soft winds blew so softly

The heavy winds flow very slowly

The early autumn leaves being

Taken wherever the wind wishes

The very low Dong! Dong! Dong!

Sound of my windchimes!

Oh... so soothing...

I can just spend my whole sunny morning

Sitting in my little garden and wondering off far

What more that could I ask for

My two little dogs

Taco and Bebe laying down lazily snoozing

At the sunny spot by the garden gate

Where they can bark at the passers by

Hush ! Hush ! Hush!

My little doggies. Hush!Hush !!

I pet them softy, and and said

Doggy.. doggy..

Please come! Come lay down by my side.
 
The poet must work with brush and paper

But this is not what makes the poem

A man doesn't go in search of a poem

The poem comes in search of him...

The wise man said!
 
Oh... sleepless night...


I was kept awake all night by the rain....

Last night the rain fell on the tin roof of my house..

Dit~dak*... Dit~dak*... Dit~dak*...all night long...

I quietly tip~toe to my study...

Switch on all the garden lights...

A big glass of warm milk....

Light a few candles....

Listneing to the music of the rain...

Stand very close to the glass walls

Watch the rain dancing with the gusty wind...

Pattering on the leaves of my flowers...

My flowers that live just on rain and the sun...

So dependant...

So beautiful...
 
Ramdomly lost...

Have you ever had a mind so blank

That no words came out?

It's just so EMPTY!

But this emptyness is what stimulates

New ideas and thoguhts into our heads

Therefore making us more creative

While letting you still be empty at the same time.



As I sit here, listening to the steady tap-tap-tapping

Of my fingertips on my creamy colored keyboard

I think.

I do not know it, but currently while I claim

That my mind is completely empty and blank,

My mind is thinking so ever harder and deeper

Digging out ideas from the creative part of my brain
 
Nothingness...


All thees words are meaningless...

Just sounds

Just black marks on the screen

Yet they make you feel so... emotional!

They take you to places in your mind...

In your heart...

In your body and your soul...

But they are just words.



Sometimes I have a feeling so great

That it is not describable in words...

In marks on the screen...

In sounds...

I'm speechless............
 
Happiness is..


The happiest man is he who constantly bring forth

And practices what is best in him.

Happiest and virtue complement each oher.

The best are not only the happiest

Happiest are usually the best in

The art of living life successfully
 
LOVE is.....

*a profoundly tender, passionate affection for other person

*a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection

*a person towards whom love is felt

*affectionate concerns for the well being of others

*a strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking

*to embrace or kiss as a lover

*to need or require

*to feel the emotion of love

infused with or feeling deep affection or passion

:heart:
 
Sofe gusty wind makes me weep...


Windchimes

Hang on the willow trees

I used to have six of them

I hung them randemly around

On the differnece corner of the gardan

So when when they started ringing or danging

The I will know how gusty is the wind today

I love windchimes

All kind of windahimes

The wooden ones and the ceramic ones

The brass ones and the copper ones

They make beautiful music

Oh yes! The crystal ones and the seashell ones

I can hear the waves of the ocean

In my very own garden

No matter how the windahimes sounds

Is it always makes me felt

Today is going to be a good day

When the soft wind is here to stay

... :heart: ...
 
On this day...

What a vary cool early Monday morning

The winter clouds are so thick

The sun wouldn't be able to break through

Oh !! My little birds on the willows

Happily singing away

Hopping from branch to branch

Preparing for the long trip south

Beginning nests for next year to save time

When they have to feed many a mouth

With grubs and other tiny little things

To sweeten up the little bird's voice to sing

Tell me !! My little birdies on the willow trees

You have been to so many places

Did my love one send you to me

To let you singing on my willows

To let you tell me...

How much he misses me today...
 
For my fairy....

My beautiful Fairy* Mysti...

You just came in time

I love tha poem that you bring by

And DO... please come anytime you like

It will be always the nicese place inside

For you to find in my HIVE

No sigh! No SIGH! My Fairy*light

When it is sunny outside

It is always going to be a bright side

Don't cry, don't cry, don't you cry...

And please need not to SIGH !!!

Oh ! my Fairy Light* ...

I will not lie... so please...

Let me come into your ~Dream~ to night!

:kiss: Where are you now?
 
I will Play the game you Played and But MUCH BETTER !!!

I will Hurt you like you Hurt me and But MUCH DEEPER !!!

I will LOVE you like you Love me and But STRONGER !!!

I will Tread you like you Treaded me But MUCH SWEETER !!!!!
 
Yesterday...

Yeaterday, I was so happy so content

I was on top of the world

I was so high in spirit

And I was ready to go out

To give mysalf

To share wonderful feelings

to rescuse other lonely SOUL

I was so very sure

I am the most fortunate one

And I was LOVED...

It was yesterday

Not anymore ...

That I feels so sore ...
 
Today...

My darling!

I am not the same person I used to be

My foot step were no longer follow

I have been left behind

Breathlessly

I slow down

I am so slow that

Barely see your trace !!
 
Oh!! Franky

you said it all

And I am speechless

I can see how ignorance at times

I thought I knew it all... sigh!

NO., NOT at all

I am just a selfish bore...

aww.. I thought LOVE is just so easy to give..

And I did not gave it all

I am so restless and lost..

And i thought I was always in love...sigh !

BUt...hell.... I am too much in to myself...

ALL GONE FRANKY! Long GONE...


__________________
 
The East

Living in China's is great

Is so wonderful and adventurous

The Land of the Emperor

The Center Of the Earth

The Middle Kingdom

CHINA !! MY Mother Land

We are the children of Yellow Emperor

The Yellow River flows though the most fertile fields

For many of thousands of years

Even today...Yellow River...Yellow Rive...

You are still part of our lives....

Oh ! My great Yellow River. I'LL dance for you

I want to feel the rolling of the tide

I want to hear that deadly sound of waves

I want to touch the restless heart of yours

And I will ride on you

Let you carry me down to anywhere
 
Moonless night


Oh! My Lady moon,

You are the kindest of all

The joy is always with you

You have abudant of happiness

You LOVEs every

Where ever you go

You bring laughter

I just LOVE to see so much

I just LOVE to see you around

I know I seldom POST at your thread

Believe me ! I do come to read...

Your very kind simling face

And your soft kind voice

Let my sorrow and sadness

NO WAY to be found

As long as you around

There is NO WAY I am going to

Wear a FROWN! :heart:

Even I lost my crown....
 
Do .. the wind do...

The pure wind makes me chant poems

The bright mOOn urges me to sing

In the night

I fall among the flowers

Heaven my blanket

Earth my pillow

Th wise man told me

Once upon a time ...

They was .. me...
 
Oh my... Oh my...

Is so cold outside

So powerful....meaningful...

Breeze softy winds

And the moon is almost full

I don't have my sweet heart in sight !

I aren't no fool, that's not cool

When I misses you . TO NIGHT !!. .....

:sigh:
 
Awww...

My love, never they is once

In my life i felt so wanted

Your words are much too kind

And this is so real that I have such a sensanal feelings

Though out my whole body...Oh...

That's NOT right ... I sigh!!!

Oh.. my love...

Is that picture of yours that's

Makes me feel this way

Twigglingly of my heart

I am breathless

I am trembling all over

when the feeling..occur

I took a deep breath...huo...ha..

As if I am tring so hard..

To grab.. to cling on to..

With all the strangth that I have left..

To holdon to at the time

That special moments

SO very rarely come by

Awe..... my soul.

The untame one! :sigh:

My love, come with me

To the end of my rainbow and

I will show you how grand life could be

When I was once longing for nothingness

Is when you found me

That very night... I fell for you

The very unforgetable evening

The very unforgetable moments

The kind voice of yours still

To this days

Ringing in my ears

You said to me.... "Gusty.........."
 
Story teller


And it goes something like this: ...

In the very

Hot Autumn night,

You can feel the still damp air

Strikes of lighting rushes though the evening sky

And all the little animals are in their shelters

Hiding from the fury of nature

But they know that at the end of every storm

There is a rainbow

And at the end of every rainbow

Is a pot of gold

And at the bottom of the pot of gold

Lies the most wonderful treasure of all:

The Spring of Life.

Only after every storm at the end of every rainbow

At the bottom of every pot, is there this Spring.

And only the Chosen One is allowed to drink from it

And when heand he does

it is then made the Queen and King of all

Animals, wild or tame Fast or lame

Big or small Tiny or tall

Fat and thin Losers or win

:kiss:
 
Today!!

I will swim the deepest sea

I will climb the highest mountains

Find the tallest tree... where I will

Place myself in the biggest slingshot....

And I will hold onto both sides of the tree's branches...

I am so high up there as you can see...

Feeling the wind brush across my face...

My hair is tickling me...

The wind is pulling my body

So I tighten my grip...

Hoping that I will not slip...

For if I do, all is lost...

Since nature speeds by so fast

There is no stopping it...

It must do what it must do

And you mustn't fight it... .
 
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