Jaundiced Future

This poem on my own, I have neither plan to set it to music nor recite, however I dare publish online.



Jaundiced Future




Here’s a Rosy future painted by picturesque words,

Mighty men uttered drawing out from the present that

Whether harder or better compared with the past misery,

Those paintings don’t matter whether well or poorly.



Real future, how be there? As far as embroidered by

A Jaundiced Eye, now,-

Then the present are composed of

Lines that are lesser in stroke counted backward from the finish unfinished,

In which those depict the future as lesser hardship and more gemmed.



If the time is a single track, on which life is supposed to go ahead,

Mighty men whose recourse in words is to lessons

From the history of failures,

Reprint the history abundant in successes to the rosy destination.



If there might be a retrograde action, on which life ponders,

Whether short or long a lease on it is,

Only for an instant, life itself gotta achieve pleasures more than

Solely a pictorial future by adding more a curve scribbled.



Here’s a Colorful future painted by exaggerative words,

Mighty men uttered drawing out from the present that

Whether badly or well living by contrast with a grim tale past,

Those paintings don’t matter whether well or poorly.



Real future, how be there? As far as venting their ill feeling on

A Jaundiced Future of mighty men, the lambs often are

Apparently apt to walk in concordance with

“Better bend than break” so as to purge the pictorial future the soonest.



Now may Jaundiced Future be 3D without glasses.

Salute the real Future of attractive curves scribbled!




Above quoted, I wrote it in the early-April.
You would be moved by that poem I believe.

Tilt, tilt, tilt

Tilt, tilt, tilt




My eagerness, like the skies dilute the color of air by heights,



That was diminished by Whatever facilitates, turns


To decay and tilt daily towards approximately at an angle of Zero degree.



Pity a faint voice out of my body.





Borrow trouble in tilting downward.






Deleted be all of me?






Next to vanishing point while my dozing ? –No!






Laziness, or not weariness caused, is a kinda the air overturned,


-Otherwise because the higher you come the more your sparkle departs


Like the venture of astronaut,


Lets you know that the normal air blocks you in tilting upward.






Motionless being, or not death invited, is a kinda the air in the fine day,


-Otherwise the storm violates the calm days of yours,


Alerting to your life and recuperate your ever forgotten vigor,


Serves you for many way to read tides and memories and occasions.






Tilt, tilt, tilt regardless toward any vector.

Let airplane and rocket fly.






My tiptop firmly lands tilting horizontally.

A Love in Movable

A Love in Movable

At a palm-size phone, a rambling talk


Both persons in a distance have;

-May I help you?

-No, you mayn’t.

-Do you need my assistance? So is it?

-Well, I implore another chance.

-Before it, I boldly stretch my hand to you.



By nano-tech and hugeness of science, a rambling talk

Scarcely could be changed;

-Will you partake of it?

-Joyfully, thanks!

-How long has been your absence?

-Which? The day you point out when since?

-O.K. I’ve been missin’ you. Next please.



Cozy up to another, yes it’s your way that

Through the wire, to let her or him rambling voice;

Because the voice is avowal of the very person,

The easier a love is changed into a must the more movable you’re

With a palm-size phone.



-Love, love, love you.

-Kiss, kiss, kiss me.



Thus both part without having once seen each other.

Waney Moon

Waney Moon

Fanes where a youth visited in the daylight,

Waning moon still giggles in the eastward of those,

Wandering off his sunshine-lit way with a false lookout,

He didn’t know why he came here.



Lo, dead statues lost once and Heroes, Beauties, upright

Standing with no words, they are faded away with Time.

He was quite ignorant about the names once brilliant and those

Anecdotes, whispering to his ear like the giggling waney moon.



How dare the noon come with fanes soon darkened?

Or less thing the youth rips away no-willingly visiting.



Till the end of his life,

He shall not ever know why he was there

Unless the gloomy figure in the eastward skies teaches him

A hint on the shadowy but doubly life before his path.

Manly Fictions

Manly Fictions

Manly, which do you indicate ?

Female or Male?

As the age descended, your word got to find itself hollow

lacks the general name.

Mankind, neither macho nor brave

Woo-man? Gay or lez?



Thanks. You’re full of manly fictions

Just a species named the evil

Keeps kind to man



Mankind, its origin was excrement of

The earth, mud of the counterfeit

Anatomical bliss handed off

To an intimate branch to love the hollow.



Fated to be on halves and love each other.



Him or Her, neither but to each counterpart

Simply melted down to be real.

A Triple Disgrace

A Triple Disgrace

I’ve gotta express thank to a thousand-years long soul.

My feelings, thoughts, loneliness singular to me,

Thought, believed long am I so.

-

One, I preferred a verse to prose.

Two, I composed a piece to sing it.

Three, I sang choir voice by voice.

-

Others else, in a wise walk, hire staff

Lyric writer and composer, vocalist.

-

One, I preferred a poet to novelist.

Two, I composed Classic than Pop.

Three, I sang in unpopular style.

-

Others else, by fast track, succeed

Earning them repute and fame.

-

Myself am a triple disgrace to my relatives.

-

Rather the good few than the dishonorable many,

As one of them, there’s my ancestors in a thousand-years.

-

I’ve gotta express thank to a thousand-years long soul.

Over the times, my soul is eventually struck on the rich vein of it,

Not lonely am I so.

Welcome Home March

Welcome Home March

March sets between February and April

By grudging calendar; that does to everyone,

The growth of flowers and animals.

Indoor or outdoor to the season, the Spring

By which side, naturally the greeting words turn over.

‘Welcome home!’

‘Hello’

One returnee after such a long tunnel, barren

He arrived home no sooner than when said ‘Hello’,

Someone waiting there softly said ‘Welcome home’.

March sets between February and April

By grudging calendar; that does to everyone,

The growth of flowers and animals.

Amid the outside and the inside of doorway,

One returnee was stopping with dismay hardly saying

‘Hello’
‘Welcome home!’

With garrulous lights, someone softly said so.

Quoted the lines from my poetry work:(

Lemme quote the lines from my own poetry work;


Real future, how be there? As far as venting their ill feeling on
A Jaundiced Future of mighty men, the lambs often are
Apparently apt to walk in concordance with
“Better bend than break” so as to purge the pictorial future the soonest.

 

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Lemme quote the lines from my own poetry work;

Whether short or long a lease on it is,

Only for an instant, life itself gotta achieve pleasures more than
Solely a pictorial future by adding more a curve scribbed.