bLacK sHeeP

i am the sheep
the only reason with the rest
but the colour is what
makes all the obvious
even the dog is considered as one
but the black was shown never

the last one to return
always got the cold
knowing nothing
maybe that's the why

the black got many
and so thought of the one
craving for the sheppard
but the dog gets the scrub

the hard below shall move
around the field,still
giving what is can
leaving all till scraps
as long as the eyes
always shows an "n"



i juz thought bout this poem
but somehow..
it feels weird,,,......

scribble of yin n yang

the fun shall continue!!!!!~
ne~
niji-chan,,
here's my second
specially made 2 reply yours....


the first scribble of yours
always craved in the heart
we are both demean
in our own waves
but the Pacific and Atlantic
still creates the ocean

the cordial isn't home
still, the knit goes niftly
completing one end to end
very most likely the yin and yang
swaying gracefully in the pond
surrounded by the dell

and the nature plays its magic
getting the two rode each brougham
putting a niche for the star and moon
the clavicord is played
never to putricent
giving birth to reluge

o' hear my endearment!
moneyed with folded pieces
that shall form a rose
in the beast's throne
till the beauty came
that shall turn to the same

endeavour, endeavour!!
along the path...


wahhh..
i juz realise..
the poem's oh so loooooooooong!!!~
nv~
still..
enjoy it!!

SHE, for she is

this is my reply poem
to my special someone
as a gratitude for
the lovely gift and thoughts
for me..





"do you wonna be my friend?"
a song humming
inside the house..
for us,
the saying goes in action
on a thin, flat sheet


the chandelier is right upon
the dance hall is set to right
the brush is there
with illustrous seven lights


for you is the nymph
that awaits for dragonfly
touring the ponds awhole
no wings to fly
for the reed has not yet to reach
hoping to dart
with gauzy wings


the foot never realise
but the sole is always
cautious on paddock
as the wind blew North
the seed is spread



there always is, the honey
in each and every hive
but beware!
for still, there were the army



for every guards
stood the water
priceless, beyond the pale
and i know
i MUST get it!
i CAN get it!
and i GOT it
leaving the "U" sign
eternally in the eyes...

THINKING IT WON'T

this is my second poem that i just made

i saw the pauper,
picking up the papers,
i saw the ol' mistress,
counting the beds,
i saw those pests,
munching the crumbs,
a thought lingering the house,
never the near,
nor was it?
the sword is always on the move,
and the round is always a round,
never to mention a squeek,
but the shadow keeps the creep,
while rainbows muscatel with colours,
the chest is facing the upcoming,
while the heart is still pounding,
walls and layered by army,
the greatest root of all,
feeling peace and the sun,
forward, leaving the crumb,
and now the mould is creeping,
full of troy filled with surprise,
what would the throne be made?
what shall be the carpenter?
where should the king stand high?
the white is near,
but the black is there,
and the piece will continue,
for there is the knight, the king,
and the queen....

to my special someone,
i hope that you'll give u most sincere comment on this one.
sorry it took so long.

What Is There In Me?

please enjoy my first made poem

i'm always striving to get it,
even one pulse is greater than the universe,
i know i'm not enough,
i know i'm not yet,
what is there to do to get the gold of you?

i'm always the eye,
but not the light,
while you is the sun,
that is the start,
what is there in me to get the shine of you?

the owl is crying,
hoping for the moon,
but the sky is there, still
surrounding the moon,
what is there to do to replace the gloom?

the cricket is singing,
but the flowers didn't bloom,
the louder the singing,
the faster it booms

and thus the dandelion flew,
hoping to get anew,
but the green never blue,
and the bud shall grew..

this poem was actually made
for someone very special
that i deeply love
and ...

i don't know..
whatever it is..
please don't think i'm weird