I don't know why
I comment,
On many poems,

Perhaps to boost up the morale
Instead of making gassy lament
And
that makes the poet elate,
Flat he falls at my feet,

Pick me up I’m so tired
Now comes the strength
You gave me…
I’ m going to have a kicking ride
Friend Loved
Stand by my side…

Join the ice cream army, as they head off to the coast
In the stationary traffic, they sit there and they roast
By the time that they arrive, the day is nearly done
Join the ice cream army as they race to catch some sun

Join the ice cream army, sitting safely on the sands
Lazing in their deckchairs with their sundaes in their hands
Basking in the sunshine, laying like they’re dead
See the ice cream army, watch them all turn red

You are my eyes,
ears and mind,
Without your help
no words I'll find

In my mind poems emanate.
I am no poet still,to date,
I know not the nuances of poetry,
Yet it surprises me,
When many still seek me.

Am I the small bard
You make out of me,
As words flow out
Like milk and cream…

poets are intuitive creatures,
we don't even know some of the things
we know,
twittering in the trees
with manifestos of silence,
bombing the inner plane
with
unrecognized faces
and telling stories of the
yet-to-come.

somehow
we make sense
of the senseless, find the abiding spirit in the
soulless,
write poems of the undiscovered land
until our days of (the rising) sun
are done.

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A translation of a segment of Zhu Yufu's poem:

"It’s time

Cacophony of grey twigs,
their splotches, lichen on the smoother bark,
their music in the breeze, a rattle, clap.

Bones long gone respond in graves close by,
and moose stop munching tips of trees,
to hear, to see, to smell.

Danger flings its fearful cloak about,
his mighty dark cloud canopy,
all cats go scatty dancing a devil's dance,

A glint of madness in their eye.
The fly and ant take refuge in their holes or heaps,
a metre down they're safe from any harm.*

grids
laid like a weavers magic
there are lines of us
reaching up
and arms across
tabletops and bedsheets
sands of summer
warmed with bitter blue haze

and storm fed skies
fat with dusk and thunderheads
dancing with light

and tonight in the ghost of
lonliness I chase the old
songs of us
around we go dipping into sunshine
and cool shade

a forest trail walk we talk
in heady pine fallow carpets
and dusty wind
Tannic falls gathering its voice

Baby, Don't think I didn't see,
I'm not easy to deceive.
What you've hidden,
To me is a given.
I already know about her.
Every time I see those pictures,
I fall apart in fractures.
Baby, I feel myself slipping away,
I found those pictures today.
The ones you had hidden of her,
Why lie? Why try to cover?
I have forgotten all the others,
My male friends are only brothers.
But yet you text, you email, you call,
The ones that are thin, beautiful and tall.

There is no love like your love
Except one from above
A love that never fails
When hit by falling hail

Your love makes me forget, searing pain 
Scorching my flesh, my mouth
A love that helps me endure hard times
when nothing else will do

I can't sleep at night, awake till late
Can't walk at dawn, body won't move
When the pain is intense, driving me insane
I play games on my iPad for hours on end

Thinking can be the way of hurting, self
Self-knowledge is lost to the self-learning
Exploring all avenues is the road
When the eyes are open the rest will flow
The juices of understanding are warm
Taken in as hot medicinal tea
The healing of self is in the knowledge
Drink from the fountain and explore it all.
Neopoet is for me the fountain
Growing in my brain with great expansion.
The new megabytes have started a fire
Which will not be ignored by a closed mind
Maybe, More Meter is the catalyst

Endless Sleep