Seniors sluggishly step
Trifling tunnels suddenly turn tame
But boredom befalls from bountiful blessings
The lengthy labyrinths lead to a lair of light
However, hazardous hiking harms healthy equipment
Determination among tunnel dwellers dwindles down drastically
Can crawling to the coronation corridor ease the contagious condition?

As life is created from her womb
Bountiful preparation is needed
Charisma, duty, and love
Develop the best care offered
Ecstatic for recording memorabilia
For such experiences occur only once
Given the opportunity to successfully grow
Home redefines as “elsewhere besides the abode”
Ill from separation
Joy still remains in the love connection
Kept in touch through messages of endearment
Life becomes more heartwarming
Mothers nurture endless dreams

Sitting on stage
The glare of the audience immobilizes my every move
Is there a way this paralysis will soothe?
The lights suddenly blare
Like a deer bathed in headlights
How can I escape from this radiant bear?

The conductor baton rises into the soundless air
Sweating, stammering, shivering
Will this be my final prayer?

The sound of an A fires from a clarinet
Bow on string, I imitate the shrill
This magical note seems to be my fever pill

A-D, D-G, A-E
Instrument seems in tune
But will this miniscule fact solve my problem soon?

As the chief baton swings side to side
Flickering images in my mind crash like a tsunami tide
Joy, Love, Hardship, and Harmony
Music conducted the opening to my passion ceremony

Fire ignites my being
Like bungee-jumping off a bridge
The words “Anything is possible!” now beaming

Like poetry, music is an art
Raw emotion strangles uniformity
Expression bears no limit
Creativity beats as our vital body part

Majestic leaves, trees, and flowers surrounding
Each deep breath feels empowering
Daoism adheres to “all is one” and “one is all”
Instantly… all chalkboard writing vanishes, nothing else befalls
The road to the energy center unveils
Air flows through the lungs, everything else pales
Time itself seems to slow to a halt
Instinct dominates the other senses in a sudden assault
Opening a gateway to a serene dimension
Nourishing the soul, meditation stretches the tension

The only job in sight
Is the mining task
It’s time to dive into the eternal night
Wearing an exotic mask

Surrounded by the earthy walls of uniformity
With a pickaxe in hand, I start the dig
The barren days have drowned me in pity
Hopefully I will find a gem worth BIG

I am not the only one in this mining tunnel
Thousands of other miners try to strike gold
I feel stuck in the bottom of a funnel
The only miners that can prosper are the lucky and the bold

In utter desperation
I grate the rough soil
Using new strategies to alleviate the frustration
I pray for a fortuitous end to this fruitless toil

With exclamation of sudden cheers!!
Some of the workers now start the upward climb
Many of the tarred workers break down in tears
Which day marks salvation this time?

Whines and groans of melancholy
Knock on my door

Upon opening the blockade
The guest looked very eager
A small, furry stuffed animal sits


Eyes fixed on my complexion
When I smile, the doll imitates
When I brush my hand on the doll's fur
A tongue reveals and kisses my cheek

As I walk down the corridor
The fluffy rascal tails right behind

My eyes dart towards a toy
And the puppy snags it thereafter

With its brown precious eyes gleaming
It's impossible to resist the innocent tug
I take the plushy victim
And fling it across the room

The puppy witnesses the ~Plop~
And immediately dashes
Sprinting in the ten second race

Like a boomerang
The furry speed demon returns
With the plush trapped between its dull jaws
All I can remark is...
**"Good Boy!"

A little trickster called Jack
Always prepared to condescend on what others lack
upon sprouting out like a clash of thunder
The body of the scoundrel split asunder
Now the victims intimidate what remains of Jack

A yellow brick road glistens before me
A sign dubbed “Straight is the best way to go”
Even though an ominous aura flows

My inner voice screams
“Chaos will erupt if you walk further”
But my body moves independently
Down the sunny-patched pavement

The bright yellow shade grays
The unbowed path jerks far left
Away from the right destination

The map displays a straight yellow line
Heading directly to the city of great prospects
The mapped road looks as secure as the Great Wall
Running at ease without obstructions

Yet in reality
I ventured into the Desert of Disasters
The powdered sand deadening my progress

The volatile sandstorms
Stalls my venture
And conceals the route
Of the yellow brick road

Little water left
The path nowhere in sight
Only minuscule hope and perpetual effort
Can reveal the true path to salvation

Every little thought
Seems dominated by him
Taking all the credit

Where is the humility?
Under the furred pelt?
In the arrogant forest?

Egotistical glamour
Self absorbed valor
A lion with too much roar

Tape his grand mouth shut
Break his pearly white teeth now
Disparage his pride

The proud tiger now a mouse
Strength becomes feeble
Head hangs in total disgrace

Cold Mirage
on Earth's pinnacle
uncovering truth
follow the arrow

Riding boots, helmet, and garments of leather
All equipped to meet a safety need
Jump on and shout, “never say never!”
You embark with your loyal steed

You and your soul mate take a lofty stroll
Before charging at the speed of light!
So that you can minimize the harmful toll
And continue to glide across like a kite

Hurdles and other similar props
Can easily be defeated by the soaring jump
With riding tricks grasped, your horse could never stop
Until there is no more power left in its energy pump

Falling off sometimes seems inevitable
Especially when your horse sees the tasty blue
Your bond rhythm needs to be sustainable
So that your horse can follow on cue

Rider and horse share a deep connection
With the two in sync, you will win the next riding election

The Devious Cupid arrow
Upon impact, steals the victim’s soul
Then controls the lifeless body like a puppet
Is this culprit a magical fairy or a tyrannical imp?

The mallet of righteousness
When the love connection breaks
The hammer bludgeons the heart into lowly rubble
Is this action just?

A simple date transforms to an enlistment into war
Wear sturdy armor
To survive the war of love
Once the fine string of romance splits in two
The battle of “break up” only ends in an emotional bloodbath

The white winged beast
Slices through the blue
Dominating all the cities that bow beneath
The creature leads as the best transportation tool

Passengers bask in opulence
Glancing at the miniature toy city
The passive scenery acts as reassurance
Since the wind gale sweeps the white cotton in pity

The jay sails to its nest
Gliding while checking for error
The landing signals a successful test
Safe from the perilous journey’s terror

The exotic passengers gaze in awe
The Cliffs of Dover, soldiers clad in red, Buckingham palace
All book text now raw
This dimension lacks common malice

The winged beast leaps
The destination: an unknown place
All the culture the sphinx keeps
No wonder many adore the ferocious face

Probability
Flipping a heads or a tails
Is the key to Stats

Pen on paper
The chisel wavers
The statue still headless
Construction remains motionless

Nose, eyes, and mouth still an enigma
Which ****** feature shall play as the lead stigma?
Craft a smile on the blank slate
Or a whimpering frown on that cold state

Metaphor, theme, simile, and allusion
Selecting “e) all of the above” pangs lofty derision
Would “love” suffice
Or could “burning passion” be more precise?

As long as no thought comes to mind
Sitting here will turn into a crime
Is there any key to lock
The gate that leads to writer’s block?

Serene green landscape
Surreal art carved on live wood
God’s watercolor

Rabbits roam in evergreen
Birds chirp melodies
Butterflies flutter nearby
Life in concordance

Her eyes stare into my soul
My heart beats like a drum
The next action could toll
My hand reaches to her thigh to strum

Her head and mine gravitate close
Our lips puckered to prep
They dance to music they chose
Our bodies automate for the next step

Her warmth embodies me
Two heartbeats resonate to one
Brushing her lushness more is the key
Her beauty curses my body in a stun

Our clothes shed from wildfire
Luscious mountains appear
My airplane flows between like a frequent flyer
While she cries joyfully into next year

My key ripens for action
Her lock primes to be touched
The key struggles through with heavy traction
The lock finally opens in a clutch

A white surrender flag in fanfare
My soul glistened with the new world
She smiles seductively in the same flair
As if our dreams together swirled