Tomorrow is Nine

Tomorrow is nine
may it be a sign:
the new path is flooded with warm sunshine
is chilled with lines of dozens of pines!

Tomorrow is nine
is mine!

* linked in Poetry Pantry #91 and Poets Rally #63

Past and Future Chocolate

I got a sweet little present:
a bar of wonderful chocolate
from a far away friend
a friend I might miss a lot

The chocolate is neither too sweet nor too bitter
it's fair sweet and little bit bitter
it's carved beautifully with a picture
a picture of the past and the future

I wished I could keep it forever
but alas, it will soon expire
have no choice but eat the chocolate
so I could feel it close with the string of my heart

Do you think I'm crazy?
Well, maybe!



*linked in Think Tank Thursday #85 and Poets Rally #62

November has long gone

ran through the broken window

leaving a fragile black cat

alone sitting still on the window sill

all day long ever since

November came back once a year

rummaging through the very same window

ignoring the lonesome black cat,

denying  his dark shadow perched on the wall

inside the shattered room of broken memory

and leaving soon…

 *written for Creative Writing Ink and Gooseberry Garden. Also linked in Poets Rally #57.


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This is an acceptance post written for Poets Rally. Thanks to Ava who have given me the Thursday Poets Rally Poets Award #57. I voted for U Keep Walking Forward.

And here is my haiku:

There is a flower
facing its first time to bloom
clumsy corolla

The wind sings a song
a lullaby of winter--
the flower shivers.


*linked in Perfect Poet Award #57.

Haiku: A Seed of Sunset

This haiku is written for The Poetry Palace which has given me a Perfect Poet Award for Poets Rally Week 52.
Thanks to Ava for choosing me and The Poetry Palace for the award... :)

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Thank you, Poets Rally. Now, I nominate Jesse S. Mitchell

I am the Grass in Your Body of Stone

It’s me the grass

inherently settled in your body of stone


The sun shone on you faithfully

burning your blackened body

The rain slowly and diligently pounded you

penetrating your pores; fragile and watery

The wind chill neatly wrapped your body

covering it up with sad loneliness

Then, at one dusk

soundly asleep in a corner of the city

You're going to give up:

Broken!

People will forget that

there was sun ever flooded you with speckled lights

or rain ever pounded you on and on, challenging the rainbow falling on you

and there was once wind singing melodious songs of seasons in your noisy ears

It’s me the only grass

(which they will see and remember);

My delicate roots outstretched holding you tight,

inherently settled in your body 

which once was a stone ...

* Linked in Poets Rally and The Tale Tellers.

You Can't Grow a Tree in a Kitchen

You can't grow a tree in a kitchen

on a dining table made of glass

for a tree needs to grow its root

deep down rooted in the earth

You can't grow a tree in a kitchen

where the sun is blocked to enter

for a tree needs shafts of sunlight

to make a food in its green leaves

You can't grow a tree in a kitchen

but you don't believe me and listen

the smile in your face make me worry

for it will turn to be angry and gloomy

as the tree will soon be weary

You can't grow a tree in a kitchen

but you don't believe me and listen

as well as you won't understand

that we should sometimes be kind

to let something go for peace of our mind

You just can't grow a tree in a kitchen

but you don't believe me and listen...

*Note:

This post is written for Thursday Short Story Slam Week-5 Children's Literature. Photo is taken from this website.

Besides, I also submit this post for Thursday Poets Rally Week 48. 

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Update:

It's surprising that I have won The Perfect Poet Award of Week 48. 

The following is my award. Thank you for the award, Poets Rally.
Find my Haiku for the award picture as follows... :)

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The Summer is Ready 

dandelion clocks fly free 

as light breeze blows gently 

Oh, summer is ready!

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I vote for Cherlyn!

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