Handprints on my glass

Aroma is nice - great for the pointed noses, Taste is good - excellent for the bosses, Fresh meat, green leaves - no cholesterol, Fruit juices and seafoods in an eggroll........ On the round table is the satin sheet, Designed by someone's wonderful wit, At the golden door lies the red carpet, Genuises' lips laughing in the sofa set........ Shaking with soft and pretty hands, Ladies are like fairies with magic wands, Greek gods in Olympus are the gentlemen, Servants are trembling to serve them........ To the classy veins - the red wine flows, Royal bloods in tuxedo with white rose - The gods are smiling elegantly, While on the other side is slavery.........

I missed the fragrance of green grasses, I like the noise of the cascades, I love the colors of the trees, The farmers busy as bees, The golden and green fields, A cow's and goat's bleats, The chirps of the morning sparrow, The clean river which is shallow, The morning cry of a rooster, That tells us "the dark is over", The rising sun that gives hope, The bridges made up of ropes, The teenage girls unconscious to their beauty, Always ready and busy to their duty, The fresh, cool and clean air, Pebbly roads with pieces of hay, Rocky mountains with a spring, Larks that always sing, Group of ducks like a battalion, The fresh smell of garlic and onion, Wet soil that makes your feet untidy, Forest works that gives a robust body, A perfect home for a dreamer like me, Simple life but a place of glee.....

Bless the poor who always struggling just to survive, See the lads in the street begging some pity from above, Feel sorry to the innocent victims of injustice in this moron's society, Cry for the unborn angels who never seen the Earth's beauty, Figure out the unseen gap between the lords and the disciples, Rebuild up and gather the tiny pieces of the crumbled temple, Listen to the weary hearts of those who've lost from the game of love, Yell for the next generation who will inherit the bitterness of life, Groan for the little lasses who've found in this world, the lake of fire, Howl for all those who suffers the famine and viciously war, All I want is for you to simply care, For you to understand the life out there....

Hallucinate, Imagine, Think Pink, Unmasculine, feminine, Blink, wink. Forget obscene manner, Never stink, Think flower power, Wink, blink. Live your life, Be gay, Love your life, And stay. Get out from the closet, Do it decently, Lay down your talent, Amaze them convincingly. Boy, we still love you, In spite of, regardless, Even you think pink not blue, Our friendship is priceless.

You read my odes and laugh to them, Silly!, Moron's works you thought, From work of arts are too short, Real things to be ashamed. You asked me for good verses, A real ode maybe, A great work of poetry, Not another thing of mess. Inspired by the break, The light started to blink, My mind think and think, To prevent my heart to ache. But it's so difficult, Then tears of failure fall, From the windows of my soul, For I'll get another insult.

Since Father Adam was betrayed, His sons always shaded, by the daughters of Eve, Gave them thousand grieves.. Every man is a boy, If the theme is love and joy, Flower is his waterloo, Made him always blue. Every failure of a man, Or his success, Behind is a woman, Behind his quest. For every man is an art, For they have heart, They have guts and fears, So laughters and tears. No matter how huge is his kingdom, How sharp is his wisdom, He will throw his diadem, Just to impress "them".

Once there was a kind Mother River, In the faded paradise of Winnyver, Green pastures, gold plains along with her, Flock of lambs, school of fishes, lived with fair. Carnations, Ivies, Tulips made her dainty, Swans, Flamingos, Cormorants enjoyed her beauty, As clear as crystal was her body, Faunas and floras were her babies. Very essential, day by day, Even hills wanted to kiss her and lay, Breeze of gentle wind meets her in the month of May, Lamp of heaven's rays extend on a summer day. Like a wary mother, yet so glad to stare, When little fairies came to her and play, When lads and lasses swim with her, she cares, Her face grins with the nudes and bares. Long yet narrow path, thread-like on a Creator's sight, Still fond at night, Lover is the sheen of a moonlight, Companion of Evergreen trees, all year round, Reed plants and lilies grew with her, provider of the fertile mound. The daisies blossomed, Cedar's leaves died, Autumn came, days swi...