A Social Phobic's Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

Plant-based

A plate of bright-colored

stir-fried vegetables

to disperse the desolation

of winter

to render a touch of vitality

to comfort the earth

boiled yuba

exudes an alluring atmosphere

and wraps this sunset hut

in warm flavor

a bowl of delicious soup

made from raw herbs and dried mushrooms

is a feedback of ingenuity of the soul

streetlight installing

an expanse of starry sky

in the village

and folks are enjoying

the taste of simplicity

and conscientious bliss.

Venus

Cutting through the silent night

a beacon in the eastern sky

an old timekeeper awakens

the earth every day

the vanguard of sun

chaperone of light

bringer of hope

Venus

you are the messenger of light

the star that lights up the night

the morning bell that motivates people to rise

the one who guides people through the door of darkness

the golden compass for people to go forward

your punctuality

your firmness

your brilliance

your passion

your calmness

your seriousness

your dedication

your courage to assume responsibility

your generosity

should win recognition and respect

Venus

a character we need to learn from.

 

 

Still

The buildings

standing on the south side

blocking the erosion of frost and time

hugging the river trail

white mist with a tinge of green

a casual veil

dotted with dry

withered grass

yellow leaves

the north wind dipped in red

blazing glory

of fierce maple flames

fried by autumnal sunlight

the maindenhair tree is sweet and savory

however

the manchurian ash

the camphor tree

and holly are green

still

over the treetops

sounds of birds and insects

vaguely chirpy

happy still.

 

 

 

Thinking is ever
changing in other
words constantly updated
a plain vanilla
toneless realm
can further
be made over
moreover be
upgraded
a website is
routinely updated
so as it’s no longer
a page so trite
and life is never
endingly being
updated
upgraded
to dilute the
same mundane
insane tedium
everlastingly
updates again
even the slightest scintilla
is great delight.

Just a poem

I loved her

thousands of times

searching for

the soul of a poem

i loved her

devoutly

a village where

cherry blossoms spring from

i loved her

a stack of white sails

passing through twilight

across the fluted water

i was not afraid

of the cold river

thousands of pages turned

occasionally

from the corner of my eye

she was a bright scenery

suddenly

searching thousands of times in vain

it turned out

she’s just a poem

those shy dimples

where poetry is from.

Standing on a street

criss-crossed with neon

flashing like stars

from afar

shining on the ground

her colorful figure

red orange yellow green … purple

changes at will

as the music in the coffee shop

red is both warm and aloof

orange a little bit cheerful

yellow dignified and elegant

green quiet and fresh

cyan youthful and pure

blue melancholy and sad

purple dreamy and mysterious

her figure is even more

charming and enchanting

sometimes a budding flower

sometimes a halo

on the head of an angel

sometimes a long train of

pearls in the dark

a flowering tree

bright and eye-catching

her body underwater

like stars singing

in the splendor of the sky

i walk slowly

silently

can’t bear to leave

probably this is the life

a dream

cannot finish.

Just another morning

The early morning sun

a few words

pieced together

into casual poetry

give it to you

clean up the sleepiness

yesterday stays

on the desktop

a lonely plate

on the table

turn on the washing machine

throw in the clothes

still unawakened

pace to the kitchen

crack an egg

fry a golden sun

sit down by the window

color of autumn sqeezes in

listen to some music

enjoy this morning

that’s a little

different.

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