Thursday, December 29, 2011

Flash Friday 55: Thinking of Paris

Come to a tour with me:
Italian's iron tower
under Paris weather,
German Berlin wall
in British London Bridge mood,
Pink cheery blossoms
next to young adult Christmas tree,
Snowflakes on top of new year's
celebration cakes,
Red roses
plus red wine,
The sky is raining under the Sun,
Take off your shoes,
Let's run!

Happy New Year to All!

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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Life Is A Date! Merry Christmas, Everyone!

It starts with the birth of a special boy,
Who ever since has brought everyone joy;
The gift of this child is to show the world to give,
love, and forgive;
These are the secret weapon
To enable magic AND happiness to happen;
Burn like the Sun,
Listen to words of the Divine,
Living is giving,
Giving is loving;
The fire is burning,
The wheels are turning,
Bylines and bygones
reveal where love belongs.
Life is a date,
Enjoy the heat,
Feel great!
Upon This Christmas Day,
Let’s sing our song and pray:
We wish you Merry Christmas
And A Happy New Year!
Happy Birthday 2 You,
May all of your wishes come true
Poetry Picnic at The Gooseberry Garden Week 19: everyone is welcome to share your poetry!

Seasons Greetings to All of you, Thanks for an unbeatable year, Happy Birthday to Christmas Babies,
Happy New Year to You, Take Good Care, and Celebrate with love and share...

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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Cindy the 2nd generation of Cinderella (Short Story Slam at Poetry Jam)

Prompt: Poetry Jam (Solitary)

Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 17


Too numb to fight against insults from her two step sisters and too fed up with her stepmother’s nonsense bullies, Cindy finds that taking a solitary walk in the woods alone at midnight helps. After so many years of hardships, nature, fresh air, and isolation are her best friends. She simply loves listening to the unspoken words from the woods at night, and dark shadows are friendlier and better company than screaming human beings in her life.

So, it has been two solid years that she has been escaping from her home, running bare feet into the darkness and disappearing in a woods near her house…She simply walks on and on, with her mind filled with wild dreams: she has been dreaming about getting free from her imperfect life, and going to a place where she is respected, her talent is discovered, and her beauty is appreciated and admired. Having a life on her own or with a loved one, with her freedom and basic human rights granted is the repeating theme of her dream. Anyway, she knows that she is not the most beautiful girl in the world, and as a matter of fact, she wears plain clothes and looks just ordinary, as ordinary as she can be.

She does not realize that a little bird has been secretly following her all these times, while she does her solitary retreats in woods.

That bird was once hurt by her stepsisters while he was flying by, and almost dead, it was Cindy who saved him by hiding him under her bed in her small room, feeding him fresh water, crumbs of breads, and sending him free after he was fully healed. She has been holding the wounded bird in her arms while she goes to sleep for three full weeks before their departure.

Cindy would never know that the compassion she has investigated on the poor bird  has decided her fate forever..

That little bird is no ordinary bird, he is the Lord of Mercy, The Prince of The Nature, and The God of Planet Earth….the bird has a normal name, called Bestir, he knows magic and understands Cindy and her sadness very well. He would always protect Cindy while she does her midnight nature walk, for example, once, there is a Fox who has spotted Cindy and plotted to lore her into his den, rape her, as soon as Bestir discovers Fox’s trick, he casts a magical spell and has blinded Fox from approaching and stalking on Cindy…Cindy has fun free walking, while Bestir enjoys watching her from certain distance and acting like a hero.

Then Cindy turns 18 years old, and she is mature and her body has grown elegant and plump, she looks perfect in age, appearance, and strength.

So this autumn day, Bestir decides to invite Cindy to a magical kingdom he has built for both of them near a beach next to the woods, not far from Cindy’s house, while Cindy again walks into the woods alone, breathing fresh air, Bestir speaks of his magic and within a few minutes, she sees the magical house standing right in front of her.

Quite curious about it, Cindy enters the house, there, she finds a large living room, perfectly designed and filled with fancy sofa, coffee table, and wall arts…as she moves into the bedroom, she sees this big hot bathtub with clean towels neatly hang on the edge, and a huge king size bed with silky quilt and golden pillows…News are on a TV screen that is built on a wall opposite the door from where she comes in, a twin size sofa is next to the hot bathtub, a door is open leading to a bathroom, where everything is perfectly clean and shiny, a coffee maker stands on the counter of the room…soap boxes are golden and sparkling..

Retreating from the bedroom, Cindy automatically turns into another door, which leads her into the kitchen, where gas stove, cabinets, refrigerator, dining table, dishwasher…wow, everything sits proudly and looks welcoming…  

Who knows what else has been built in this place?

Cindy loves everything she sees…as she is about to exit the place, a big fuzzy cat suddenly runs out from nowhere and knocks her from her knees, her legs feel weak and she simply falls on the floor, becoming unconscious.

When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself lying in the bedroom she once has visited, and she is wearing a fancy gown, and the carpet of the room has the pattern of orange pumpkins, and there is a tree with sparkling lights on it, hanging on the tree, is a pair of glass shoes, and they fits her perfectly.

Cindy feels overwhelming, she needs a cup of tea to relax, before she knows it, she is automatically holding a cup of hot tea, and she sits down on the carpet, staring at the tree, trying to figure out what has happened to her.

While she is thinking, the little blue bird she once has saved his life has appeared, he is perfectly handsome and charming, she lands on the tree branches and stares at Cindy passionately without a word.  

Cindy is somewhat confused, she gives her tea a sip, and then raises her head to make eye contact with the bird, she feels like she is looking at her best friend. Without words, they simply look at each other, passionately, in perfect silence.

Memories of their time together while Bestir was wounded crash both of them, Cindy wants to hold the bird to sleep again, but, this is a place not or never belong to her, and the bird is healthy and nimble, she has NO perfect reason to do that at such a strange yet homely place.

Sadness flashes through Cindy and she frowns, and this has caught the bird’s eyes, he knows what she is thinking…

Bestir knows magic, after he casts a spell on Cindy, she feels very different now. Story of a princess kissing a frog comes to Cindy’s mind, and right on time, Cindy closes her eyes and makes her wish: she wishes to kiss the bird and turns him into her prince.

As Cindy opens her eyes, she finds that the bird has landed on her tea cup, he stands on the edge and smells of fresh French bread, Cindy is drawn by the smell and she kisses the bird on his lips, magic has happened, a pair of warm hands stretch from behind, covering Cindy’s eyes, when she stands up and turns around, she sees a most handsome guy, and before she opens her mouth, he pulls her close and places his lips on hers.

Cindy is carried away instantly and becomes breathless…They simply melt together and …

You know the rest of the story.

One year later, on Christmas day, Cindy gives birth to a beautiful child, they call him Cinbes, and they have lived happily ever after, a perfect family and fairytale is complete.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

It's Moments Like Those...Happy Holidays 2 You!

It’s moments like those
As the air smells like a fresh rose,
and joy dominates the world,
without any sound of words,
Landing down to the grassy ground,
The feel is super profound.
No moments like now,
No smarter mind than that of an owl.
Magic hits,
ME crying,
After 3 hours of trip up in the sky,
I’m thrilled to stay alive and sigh!
With a fresh cup of wine in hand,
There, I firmly understand,
The way to come around,
And let old wounds buried underground.
It’s moments like those,
When words fly like water in a hose,
There, time is still,
with the most delicious will.
No need to endeavor to keep it long,
Veritable feast sings its own song.
Let this festival moist the seed of this day,
With memories preserved, I pray!

Knowledge Is Power

No treasure
can replace the pleasure
of occupying knowledge,
Knowledge is power!

Finally I Took A Vacation

Slipping through my fingertips
is time,
being always generous in paying tips
and making life rhyme,
Finally I took a vacation
in order to figure out some touchy situation.
If something is missing in life,
Maybe one shall redo the math to survive:
Rules are not made to rule,
but to keep things in order and cool;
Orders are not given to hurt
Thus one shall not get wet and mad;
No matter where you live,
Do stick to your personal belief;
Yet, gossiping about your peers is gross,
It is wise not to disrespect your boss.
A place may loss its grace
If none of the employees demonstrates faith;
A boss is a boss
You must come cross,
If you floss
If front of your boss,
You may get fired
and make a fuss…
Let go if you have to,
4 another opportunity may open up for you.
Getting over things is tough,
Yet I am ready to face anything, delicate or rough.

Void Is Hard 2 Avoid

Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee,
Unwind yourself under a tree.
To succeed
is to plant your own seed
and do live feed.
The food is ready,
Time to share with friend Teddy,
An opportunity to impress Daddy.
Void is hard to avoid,
Loneliness gets lost like glory
Falling through the grate of memory.
Facing missing epics
and a fugitive dream,
I hear your pen scream!


Breeze blowing in tunes,
whispering so handsome hues,
tells its own blues.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

A Magpie Tale on Things Uncertain

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Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art

It starts with a game show,
Then lunch break,
Then of course case studies until midnight.
You’ve seen them sitting
In protected room, in fat
and itchy chairs, their heads hang low.
They are waiting for the last case
Represented to them,
Hopefully, it is a better one.
They rarely chat among themselves,
Or go to other rooms for a change,
The channel is fixed at #7.
Eventually, they’ve come to
Folded, infirm, and loose stacks of cards
to spread and play on the table.
If they have known a little
less of each successive program in town,
Things would not be that bad as everything is unsaid.


Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Today's Blues

The show has been shut down till further notice,
as you might have guessed,
The hosts have gone to winter vacation,
Performers on tip-toe are bidding for a bonus pay,
The assistants have started to type their memoirs,
Fans who refuse to leave
are given opportunity to
reserve their seats for tomorrow,
A lonely stage sits in sharp winds,
whining silently life poetry
that nobody will hear,
No need to investigate,
The show is closed for now
until further notice.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

A Magpie Tale

It’s late November,
Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,
A red sofa is deserted on street,
in sheer isolation,
Refusing to give up its value,
The red seat a squint of anticipation,
I touch the soft cushion,
Knowing that
It must have equipped with sweating passion,
This is the moment when nobody seems to care,
As the chair sits there,
attracting aliens’ curious eyes from everywhere.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

The Hourglass Life (Change, Short Story Slam Week 15)

While I’m withheld on the top part,
I feel intense and strong,
As I fall down to the lower part,
I go inspired and hope for a restart.
Grains of sand I’m considered as,
Don’t you think I’m grain of children,
Feeling timid for changes,
Yet, I must accept the ups and downs life arranges.
We encounter and squeeze to be the first,
You and me,
We are forced to visit the virtue of friendships, wisdom, and honesty.


The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! -                   

Sunday, November 13, 2011

A Magpie Tale

Look at me,
Am I real?
Where am I?
Why shall you stop by?
Come join me,
A Big deal,
No need to be shy,
since we must be reminded our freedom pie.
The air is screaming with death,
Please wheel me through this place,
Chair by chair,
until  my rebirth.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Flash Friday 55: Winter Thoughts


Days in winter grow shorter,
Thoughts in me become sportier,
I write yet fail
to feel:
How the Moon with her flickering hope
hanging on bare cliff like a rope,
How November dusk blows cold kisses
to lonely gray houses,
and how I rake wet leaves in my hard drive
to see life between us.


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Sunday, November 6, 2011

Sunday 160: Our Actions Are Windows

One shall realize,
No matter how hard one tries,
Gossip or touchy surmise
may still rise.
One must comprise
by writing and acting wise,
plus taking advice.


What Can You Write in 160 Characters?

Check it out on  Monkey Man. 
Also Submitted to Poetry Jam :Windows

Friday, November 4, 2011

Funny Quotes

#1: I’m a virgin when it comes to cell phone.

#2: A Face-to-Face Person: you can’t hug, or hold hands of an email, phone, or fax.

#3: The shortest distance between people is laughter.

#4: The past is a foreign culture, they do things differently now.

#5: Optimism is contagious.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Being Myself Is A Big Deal

Forecast says it's going to snow tomorrow,
So I shall cherish my time today,
I don't want to be reminded any sorrow
of what happened or will occur anyway,
The will to be free is tense,
The reasons don't have to make any sense,
I wish to stay calm and be real,
Being myself is a big deal.
I shall try my best to be current,
nothing will stop me from valuing my present.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Short Story Slam Week 12

Bluebell Books  Short Story Slam Week 12

It’s snowing outside,
The house sails like s ship 
      along the rotation of Earth,
Your mothers’ voice blows
like the floating snowflakes,
“I don’t regret what I did,
I will always be with you.”
I pull the curtain down,
and ready to turn you into a religion.
The candle is lit,
Stars and seas are fashioned around,
Please turn your face around to meet me,
I wish to stay closer,
I want to run to the edge of the river
join you,
The beating of your heart keeps me awake,
I envy you,
The product of a forbidden love,
Innocent and naked,
Showing no worries,
You sleep as if life is Heaven,
Thank You for keeping your face hidden,
I can hardly bear the thrill
of admiring the beauty you have shown.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

shall I forgive the shadows

Shall I forgive the shadows
dancing at my feet,
Sorry I'm not ready to go
despite bursting shivers over my shoulder,
I drop a bolt of light
to generate a jolt of comprehension,
Reoccurring insults gather
in the hoops of your broken soul,
Emotional dramas cause topples,
I'm not ready to dance yet,
Hold your horses,
So and so...

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Thank You!

During our life span,
We encounter many people,
Some come
and leave with twisted impressions,
Some join
and disappear with NO particular progressions,
While others stay,
and make visual contributions.
We do NO harm to those who disagree,
We let those short term passengers go free,
We treat the respectful ones with great passion,
That’s how we grow a forceful mission.
I am thankful
Because you are near,
I am grateful
because your friendship is dear,
Life is  beautiful
because spring is here,
Life is blissful
because my mind is pure.
Joy to YOU,
May all of your dreams come true.

Love Survives

First date, coming nigh,
His face shines with scarlet pride,
Hard not to smile wide.
They meet, right on time,
Side by side, their heartbeats rhyme,
no words, but hot thoughts.
All of a sudden,
big raindrops pour, wetting them,
Befuddled, they hug.
Shyness disappears,
First kiss in romantic tears,
Love survives, Cheers.

How I wish To Be A Fish

How I wish
2 be a fish.
with flapping fins
the fun begins.
I will  do my underwater association
without sunscreen or lotion.
I will follow you
when we come to the same school.
I will remain in the sea
in order to swim free.
with lessons taught,
I won’t carry any negative thought.

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Monday, October 10, 2011

A Magpie Tale

It takes up the full screen to get attention, read, either online or from newspapers,  not remembering anything after finishing it.

Writing, a way to fondle memories with creative muses, could be misleading after all...

The world changes without us.

The air, invisible, sneaks in without keys, placing its nose on droplets of coffee left on the morning paper.

A king, stands there watching, too fed up to act.

Emotions throw rocks on time wheels, bewildered, disappointed, and sad.

Blame the king for everything? 

Hard to breathe,

Open the window,  the scent of cut grass dances, fresh and cool.

Solace of silence,

We’re not kings.

The earth rotates on circus wheels, but we are the makings of ourselves.

It’s time to let time speak!          

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Sunday 160 on He

His heart is clear like water,
When he loves,
His words calm the sea,
hanging in the evening sky,
impress us,
one by one,
into his galaxy.
He is my Valentine.


Monkey Man Sunday 160

Thursday, October 6, 2011


Hummingbirds flap wings
in rhythm, kissing the flowers,
stirring autumn nights.
Shutting her wet eyes,
She lets music of his words
echo through her head.
"Past" shall not withhold,
"Tomorrow" is to unfold,
"Now", please hug me tight.

Monday, October 3, 2011

He Took My Soul (104 words)

He took my soul
and hide it in a place
I cannot go.
He rode a horse
with masked face,
The Silver sword shows the force.
He traveled all night,
His eyes slit of light,
what fearsome sight.
He called me twice,
Too bad I could not recognize his voice,
so I hand him up with no other choice.
He visited me with no warning at all,
He took my soul
while I was on the way to the shopping mall.
I tried to call 911 for help,
But I keep hearing a voice,
"The number you have dialed
is no longer in service."

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Thursday Prompts (Short Story Slam in Alphabe-Thursday)

 Alphabe-Thursday (X=The Unknown Variable )

Bluebell Books  Short Story Slam Week 11

Time crawls like mosquitoes in our ears,
Darkness hits without minding our fears:
The unknown variable,
Invisible and miserable,
makes life controversial:
A dead woman keeps dancing in her feet,
Witches plot a naked parade,
Under the force of a spade,
Bubbling thoughts start to fade,
As trees lift their arms to comb their hair,
Strangers are approaching you from nowhere.
“Hoot”, “hoot”,
is what owls are calling,
“Psst”, “Psst”,
is what rain is talking,
“Boo”, “Boo”,
Here comes the unknown,
 “Sss”, “Sss”,
A vampire starts to blow bloody kisses at you.