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.

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One, I preferred a verse to prose.

Two, I composed a piece to sing it.

Three, I sang choir voice by voice.

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Others else, in a wise walk, hire staff

Lyric writer and composer, vocalist.

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One, I preferred a poet to novelist.

Two, I composed Classic than Pop.

Three, I sang in unpopular style.

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Others else, by fast track, succeed

Earning them repute and fame.

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Myself am a triple disgrace to my relatives.

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Rather the good few than the dishonorable many,

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

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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.

 

>_<

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.