A poem for Chinese New Year 2019
While birds fly back to their nests,
Men flock back to their hometowns,
Taking their wives and children along
From sun up ’til sun down
Crossing over seas and bridges
To get to grandma’s place
Just in time for a steamboat dinner
And a smile on grandpa’s face
Abalone, prosperity,
Dumplings like gold and silver;
Prawns for laughter
Fishes for more,
Coversations that never bore.
A small Christmas message
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2018: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Water lilies in a pond
Filled with sweet perfume
Throw in a penny, make a wish
And see if it would bloom
If it doesn’t,
Throw in a few more
And see what it would do
Would it open on a cloudy day,
Unfold its petals for you?
Sell your car,
Go to the market,
And buy yourself a friend
Can you guarantee he’ll be with you
‘Til the very end?
How about peace?
Would sleeping pills
And a little codeine do?
An army for your nightmares
‘Til the sky is bright and blue?
Many a problem in the world
Does money seem to sort,
But once in awhile, we stop to ponder
Why it’s fallen short
Of our demands and expectations
On those unfortunate days
When with it, in desperation
We still can’t get our way
On this Christmas,
Let us pause; let us appreciate
Love, joy, peace, and friendships,
They don’t depreciate
And do this if we can,
Every day, make our days worthwhile
So if we get to heaven,
Our treasure would be stocked up in a pile
Made it into the Wattys 2018 Longlist
I can’t believe it! THE CRICKET’S LOVE SONG is on the Wattys 2018 longlist. There were 151,767 entries this year and this story made it to the top 784 in the longlist. Even without getting into the shortlist or winning, this in itself will be a memorable achievement in my writing journey.
If you haven’t checked this story out, please do. This young cricket will definitely appreciate your company in his wild journey of finding true love.
That’s all folks. Thank you all so so much and see you next time. God bless you all.
Oh, where can my doggy be?
Finding leads
On where my doggy could be.
No one seems to know
Dead or alive; where is he?
Missing my best friend:
Emotions evoking
Memories
Of calm little doggy
Running up to greet me,
In my constant company.
Extinguish not the lamp,
Searching must go on.
This poem was submitted into the Seeing Double – July 2018 Contest organized by the PoetsPub on Wattpad. During this part of the contest, participants are required to write an acrostic poem about the picture above. If you like this poem, please click here to vote for it. Special thanks to J.Lynne Moore for sending me these pictures.
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A serene acrostic poem by yours truly
In the peaceful air
No trouble, all is good.
Puppy sits still,
Enjoying
All that nature has to offer,
Calm and content in
Enchanting purple blooms
This poem was submitted into the Seeing Double – July 2018 Contest organized by the PoetsPub on Wattpad. During this part of the contest, participants are required to write an acrostic poem about the picture above. If you like this poem, please click here to vote for it. Special thanks to J.Lynne Moore for sending me these pictures.
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Thanks for coming and I hope to see you again soon. 🙂
A moonlit poem by reet72
I take a walk on the garden path,
a beautiful moonlit night.
The day’s troubles all forgotten,
a walk makes everything right.
Birds rest in their nests,
tired after day long journey.
In a honeycomb on a treetop,
the bees stop making honey.
Cold fragrant breeze slowly blows,
and water ripples in the lily pond.
I breathe the air smelling of roses,
and see the swaying marigolds.
The moon dances in the pond,
Wow! What a beautiful sight!
Silence of night broken by
the echo of bright moonlight.
Credits: ‘Walking under moonlight’ from reet72’s collection, ‘Whispers of the heart‘ © reet72 2018. All Rights Reserved. Published on www.hauntingangel.com with reet72’s blessing and permission. | All images in this post are used under CC0 Public domain. They are free for commercial use with no attribution required.
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Hi everyone,
I’d just like to tell you that I will be away this week and will return soon with great content for all to enjoy. In the mean time, I do hope you enjoyed this beautiful poem above by my friend, reet72.
Sorry for the inconvenience, thank you all for your continuous support, and have a great day. God bless.
Yours truly,
Angel
A free-verse poem inspired by grass
A glimmer of morning light
Pierces through the darkness
Seeds from underground
Wake up from their slumber
There’s no more time for sorrow
Or bare and empty lands
With fresh dew on their little leaves
The ground they will now cover
Haunting Angel 