"mainlands" poems
The Juju-do endures like a dreamy beer,
Never hate a Jespi,
Seas endure like big beaches Loveland,
Love is a cool breeze.
Never pull a haenyo divers fishing net,
The small girls roughly commands the sea,
The haenyo divers Mermaids endures like a warm ship,
Desolation, life, and endurance!
Clouds wave!
Why does the highest mountain hide?
Where are the lively grandfather stones?
Adventure, faith, and love,
Unreal, sunny and chocolate candy too.
All mainlands fight rough, misty winds,
Dreamy shore roughly loves the sun.
Adventure, courage, and life!
Jeju Pony 'Hidden Treasure.”
Sails fall like lively Olle walking trails.
Travel roughly like an island reef,
The sunny ship calmly views the trails.
Sunrise from a volcanic crater.
Sunny fields of barley.
The sun waves goodnight, like a sunny gull,
Sun falls!
Courage, dreams and faith,
Oh! The wonders I have seen!
Jeju-do
© 2013 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
The codgers devoid of sane be born, also men with no power.
But They stay to collude, In the tangible mainlands of man,
old world demise.
In a new world disguise.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
I became island chains
in search of the mainlands;
horizon birds in the morning mist
fires lighting the distant sky
what else
when you smile like that leaning on your arm
I am dragonflies delirious before rain
I am the hummingbirds
I am all the waterlilies
I am going tumbling like the fall stream
drunken peal of the wind chime
gushing, crashing, ambling on
the gulmohars have come dashing down
now the street is crimson eyed
when you smile like that
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
I could hear as the rigid solitude knocked on my window,
I stand up with my trembling legs and look out through the glazier blot.
Dark towers of the night looming, mantle the Moon's light
Of which fairies were buried by fiend of the shadow.
The beast huddled,
And with that, solitude also forsakaned me.
Emptiness, that I became,
Like a void spirit,
Who is silently striked by the devistating fist of scarcity.
Since the Moon was locked up in a faraway cage...
Shoreless the dark night, which burns between us,
And racking me for an endless time.
I am a bird, which pursuing its warmth,
And flying trough the stiffed mainlands.
I am a sunflower, which lives for the Sun
And nervously golden colour of it
feared from others.
I am an asterisk, which devouted to the Moon
And relishing its dim beams.
But I would rather be a shooting star once,
Than a callow craven.
I would rather wait among Time's grains of sand that snaring backwards,
Than becoming a desolate corner of life.
I wish the solid smoke of darkness would just fade away,
So my blinking eyes would know where to reach for you.
Frigid the scrapering, destitute nothingness.
Only you could smelt me, like the sunny sky a bird.
Deprivation of yours is devouring me,
Like affection my sanity.
Please bring back the Moon,
Because the night is perishing my Sun.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 5:56 AM UTC
Love is a warm breeze.
Ah, adventure!
Mainlands die!
The captain sails like a small sailor.
Waves rise like a stormy wind.
Why does the ship fall?
Dying swiftly like a sunny moon.
Love, faith, endurance.
Where is the warm breeze?
All breezes fight rough, cold winds.
Never desire a sunny moon.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC