A
Leaf on the Beaten Path
original
poetry anthology
By Ronnie Ng
Copyright
Ronnie Ng 2011-2012
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Shooting Star
i have never seen in my life
a shooting star passing by
right in front of my very eyes.
but i heard that it quietly arrives
into the hearts of hopeful cries;
just like the effect of a butterfly
from somewhere distant and quiet
that indirectly wakes me up at night.
like a shooting star in a random flight,
i don't know what i should do with my life;
i'm still awake in the middle of the night,
looking for a reason to keep up the fight.
The wind came to me and tried to recite
a poetry in a language that i can't write;
just like a shooting star which prophesies
a future that may only happen after i die.
in the mystery of the universe so infinite,
the shooting star is just a flame of light.
a passing brilliance in the blink of an eye
will not change the darkness of our nights;
a few moments of glory within my lifetime
couldn't help to make the wrong things right.
i haven't found my purpose and i'm really tired,
like the star is shooting and doesn't know why.
when the shooting star didn't come by sunrise,
it angered the folks with big prayers on standby.
i have given up hope even though i haven't tried.
it's just like a fairy tale to let children find delight;
it's just a superstition to help keep our hopes alive.
i should be thankful enough that i have still survived
in this crazy world where many others are deprived
of their basic rights, suffering alone to cringe and die.
A Leaf on the Beaten Path
I saw a leaf on the beaten path;
she was lying flat, so drunken red.
The rain had just cried on her behalf;
she couldn't cry - her heart was dead.
She had dirt on her and looked so worn;
weary and wounded, tattered and torn.
She used to bask in that maple tree,
who let her live in her own beauty.
One day she met the autumn wind;
he was dancing freely in the air.
He kissed her and touched her skin;
promised to roam with her everywhere.
The tree loved her but he wasn't bold;
"since she liked the wind, just let her go."
The wind then came and took her away;
she surrendered herself in his embrace.
The wind couldn't hold his promise to her;
wanderer and philanderer was his nature.
The wind had to leave her to shrivel and fall;
she was grounded, lifeless no beauty at all.
Kissing the Cigarette
Everyone knows her as "Marlboro"
but i like to just call her Marlie.
She is always there for me
whenever i am sad or happy.
I had a really bad day today,
so i took her to a quiet park
where i undressed her plastic
blouse and turned her on with
my lighter. She was slim and
fair, but her face turned red.
I kissed her with just my lips
as though it was my very first.
I closed my eyes and took a
deep breath, and inhaled the
fresh menthol perfume she wore.
The kiss tasted both hot and cool,
it was hard to describe that feel.
But i felt both warm and relaxed.
Her breath entered through my
lungs, and relieved me from pain.
I breathed out some of my troubles
away, but i didn't feel enough.
I kissed her again and again
hugging her waist with my fingers.
After 20 rounds of passionate kisses
She was gone all of a sudden. I need
Marlie badly, so i'll try to look for her
at the nearest Seven Elevens.
The Rainbow & the 7 Balloons
It was a sunny day after the rain;
clouds left and the rainbow came.
Right below, a balloon vendor stood
at the park holding twenty-one balloons
of seven different colors; orange, red,
yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.
The balloons each saw their own color
in the rainbow and yearned to be with him;
He was so handsome, he was everyone's dream.
They tried to wiggle the string and seven of
them managed to slip out of the vendor's grip;
red, orange, yellow, violet, blue, indigo, and green.
The seven balloons floated up the sky excitedly,
each focusing on just one color personality of his.
To their shocking disappointment, the rainbow was
untouchable; he was just an optical illusion, a clever
trap designed by the sun. All seven balloons were so
badly scorched by the sun, they exploded into confetti.
The Fish & the Bird
A fish, is a bird that cannot fly;
A bird, is a fish that cannot swim.
Eons ago, fishes may have flown;
while birds may have swum.. just
like how i have forgotten the many
things which i had done before...
Loneliness, is the revelry of one person;
Revelry, is the loneliness of many people.
Long ago, the loner had many friends,
while the party-goers used to be loners.
I myself have long forgotten when was
the last time a girl rested on my shoulder.
A fish, is a bird that cannot fly;
A bird, is a fish that cannot swim...
The Gods Must Be Smokers
I had a really bad day today,
so i went to a dark and quiet place
where i could smoke and ruminate.
I unwrapped a new pack of cigarettes,
lighted a stick, and the tip turned red.
I took a deep breath and raised my head
toward the starry sky and i was amazed
by the resemblance of the lighted cigarette
to those stars. I bet the gods must be smokers
too. Their problems must be just too great,
which made my troubles seem lightweight.
Look at that shooting star - it was probably
tossed away by Hercules after his final puff.
The Cat and the Wind Chime
A cat was standing at the balcony gazing
at a wind chime on the opposite building.
The cat has fallen in love with her, but
she's foolishly waiting for the wind.
The wind swiftly came by and danced
with her for a while, but left her crying
when he's gone. It pained the cat to see
that, but the sound of her cry was melodic.
The wind chime couldn't do anything
unless the wind came to visit her.
The cat couldn't talk to her unless
he crossed the street and climbed over.
Between them was just the distance of a street,
and the cat could have easily crossed over.
But even if he did, nothing could be changed;
As the wind chime was only meant for the wind .
Subway trains
Two trains on parallel lines
shuttled through the twilight.
Moving in opposite directions
station by station by station.
They took a glance at each other
but hastily moved on like strangers.
Each train was busy on its own track
until midnight when they went back
to their respective depots for a rest.
She is in the east; he is in the west.
Quietly allowing time to pass them by
yearning for the next dawn to arrive.
Trashed
The newspaper's body - crushed.
The beer bottle's soul - smashed.
The coke can's heart - squashed.
The cigarette's mind - stubbed.
He entertained you when you were lonely;
He anesthetized you out of your misery;
He refreshed you out of your lethargy;
He soothed you out of your anxiety.
Wasted, discarded, trampled, and kicked away;
T
reated
like trash that gets in your way.
Canned Sardines
Like a can of stale sardines
i lie flat and stranded, denying
to myself that i'm no longer living
but just a piece of dead meat.
I try very hard to imagine
the tin can as a time machine
that returns me to those happy times
when you and i believed in eternity.
Now i'm brought back to the reality
that the meaning of eternity is being
soaked in a pool of sour preservatives.
But I'm sour, not because of the liquid;
I'm sour because you aren't with me.
Break-up Clouds
Two clouds quarreled and fought with each other;
they pushed and shouted - lightning and thunder.
Their teary faces turned from white to grey,
they fell as rain and went on separate ways.
They had lost their previous shapes and forms;
their love for each other went so wrong.
Even if they returned to where they came before,
they wouldn't be the same pair of clouds anymore.
Tooth Extraction
Years of our love plagued with cavities;
hearing your cries of pain and misery.
Its time to say goodbye through surgery;
with morphine your pain will be set free.
Of your goodness, i shall always remember;
We had tasted things both sweet and sour,
and shared memories, both spicy and bitter.
Thank you for the chilly and warm flavors.
But morphine gives only a quick pain relief;
once its effect ends, we'd have been deceived.
The blood still sheds, and the pain still lingers;
Our lives without each other will be hard to savor.
Her Eyes , Her Eyes, Your Eyes
The iris of her eyes -
opal black as the starry sky.
But they seem to look too quiet,
as though lightning may just strike.
The iris of her eyes -
as grey as the gloomy sky.
But they seem to look too heavy,
as though rain may fall tonight.
The iris of your eyes -
as cerulean as the summer sky.
But they seem to be giving a sigh;
clouds and birds never pass them by.
You move your eyes from left to right;
feeling sorry to have made them cried.
Her pair of eyes, or her pair of eyes;
Which of them will have to say goodbye.
The Tea & the Water
You came from the misty mountain
and withstood the roasting experience.
You were hidden in a tin box can;
but i could smell your jasmine scent.
I finally saw you when the can was opened;
you were huddled up like a sleeping maiden.
I felt hot when you came into my embrace;
you loosened yourself and i was blushing red.
You blended your soul together with mine;
we frolicked together, the heat was high.
Your smoky aftertaste still lingers inside me;
we've left behind bittersweet memories.
Mannequin
My biceps firm and body lean,
I have been chaste and never sinned.
Standing in a pose with pristine pride,
No one knows how i really feel inside.
I'm just a mannequin who cannot blink,
staring through the glass at her and him.
She's holding a bouquet of flowers that he gave;
i'm burying my jealousy behind my poker face.
Pretending to be cool in an awkward stance,
i'm going really crazy when he holds her hand.
I wish i could break the glass and say to her,
the words of love that i have kept for years.
Fish
Just because it never shuts its eyes
doesn't mean it has never felt tired.
Just because it never shuts its eyes
doesn't mean it has never cried.
The fish stays in water
so you can't see its tears.
The fish swims in quiet
so you can't feel its fears.
You and I are like the fishes;
We put on strong disguises.
But i can feel your fears
and you can see my tears.
You could try to hide
and i could try to deny.
But we know deep inside
lives a fish in silent cries.
Friends
If all my friends were kites,
i'd like to be a cloud in the sky;
to be with them day and night,
and cast winds to make them fly.
Their aspirations will fly high,
sheltered from the blazing shine.
Should they be lost in sight -
when i fall as rain -
i hope soon one day,
i'd rise back to the sky,
be with them once again
for we are friends always.
Silkworm
Building a tiny white room around
it where thousands of white threads abound
The threads began as pure, but gradually compound
into a clutter of entanglements that almost drowned
the little silkworm, that it's feeling confounded
by life experiences that were so profound
But soon enough those threads would unbound
on it, a pair of wings would be found
The sudden ability to fly would make it feel spellbound.
Capsized
My boat was capsized in the sea;
messed up by her turbulent beauty.
Commanding waves to consume me,
she drowned me til i couldn't breathe.
I struggled and tried to keep afloat,
but mouthfuls of water got me choked.
I wondered how i got into this misadventure,
and hopelessly fell so deep in love with her.
I thought since i was going to die anyway,
i'd close my eyes and sleep in her embrace.
The Door, the Lock, and Her Key
I am a door who has endured
rain, shine, and the hard knocks.
The lock and the key were a couple
who did not get to see each other
when the house owner went to work.
They'd make love to each other whenever
he returned, totally ignoring my presence.
I tried to look indifferent by keeping myself shut,
though sometimes i'd slam myself damn hard.
Today, the owner came back without the key;
he was stranded outside looking worried stiff.
He turned the knob in vain and banged against me.
While i was in pain, the lock was weeping quietly,
anxious about the safety of her beloved missing key.
Without her, the key would be useless and incomplete.
The owner was about to make a call to the locksmith,
but i couldn't gape by the disbelief that she was going
to be assaulted by an alien master key - a serial rapist.
The Reef & the Waves
I had a really bad day today,
so i went to the beach to meditate
by looking at the lapping waves.
Waves after waves relentlessly came
like a bunch of chopping knives,
rolling in to chip the reef away.
But these knives could not destroy the reef,
as they merely sculpted his body and face.
Through time the reef had been so well trained,
that the waves exploded and met their graves.
The reef had displayed such a strong disposition,
he could smile daily to face the ocean's challenge.
The Boy and His Kite
He wasn't very confident about himself
as he had lost a kite before. The kite was
playful and frolicked with the winds. She
wanted to fly as high as she could to touch
the clouds and reach for the sun. The winds
were too strong for the boy, and he lost his grip.
The kite wandered off and joined the winds;
She was lost in sight, and the boy lost his trust.
This time, the boy tightened the knots to his new
kite and made sure that the string wasn't too long.
He gripped as hard as he could and kept his eyes
on the kite. There weren't many clouds and the winds
weren't too strong this time. He ought to feel safe
this time, but to his surprise, the kite got stuck between
the branches of a tree, and the string got cut off;
He learned that some things just weren't meant to be.
Refrigerator
The refrigerator stood alone at a corner
where his tears were saved in the freezer.
Strong and sturdy on the outside,
he was cold and heavy on his inside.
In the house lived a woman who stuffed
all kinds of junk food to mess his heart.
She considered him as just an appliance,
walking past him as though he's invisible.
One night she came home crying to herself
She's been terribly hurt, that he could tell.
She walked toward him, and held his hand,
swung it open gently, and took a glance.
Ice cream, chocolates, and cans of beer
For ice, she drew open the top freezer
The fridge wished he could say to her,
"You use my tears to save your tears."
The Rock & the Ocean
A piece of rock that had lived alone by the sea
laid lazily on the sands and said sighfully,
"I have seen the waves come and go repeatingly,
and i have touched the sands and felt the breeze.
For thirty years i have seen through life's miseries
Everything's a routine, and is as boring as can be."
An echo then came from the vast ocean and replied,
"You have never touched the clouds in the sky;
into the deepest abyss, you have never dived;
you have not met other rocks on the opposite side.
As the waves wash you out, you'll start to find
There's a jewel in your heart, and you shouldn't deny."
Kiss from the Rain
The girl stepped cautiously along the sidewalk,
while the rain kept knocking on the umbrella top,
as though it was asking her to open the nylon door.
She was being followed wherever she went,
as the knocking seemed to grow intense.
"Fold up your umbrella, and join me for a dance.
Don't let that piece of canopy come between us",
the rain said. "and let it keep you out from fun."
The girl decided to cast aside the umbrella,
removed her shoes, for once, to feel the rain.
The rain caressed between her tress of hair,
kissed her from her forehead to her neck,
and even touched her every skin.
The girl tiptoed on the flooded floors,
and made music with her tapping feet.
She swung her skirt and danced with him,
tossed her hair and did a joyful spin.
The rain had washed off her inhibitions
and made her fall in love with him. Even if
she caught flu, she'd want to get drenched again.
I Don't Want to Think of You
I shrivel when my room becomes too silent;
I lurch when friends shower me with concern.
I fear when turbulent memories never cease;
I dread the most when i think of our every kiss.
If yearnings of you were a pair of ears,
i wish they couldn't hear the cries of my tears.
Over the years i have learnt to be indifferent,
but those tears proved that i'm still in a delusion.
We are like a beautiful piece of melody,
shattered into a hepatology of sad movies.
Why did you bring me on an unforgettable adventure
and left me behind with the most painful souvenir.
I don't want to think of you;
i don't wish to hear your news.
I don't want to feel the chill;
i don't wish to think of you.
流星
我从未见过流星在夜空中穿越过
但我听说它会悄悄走进你的梦窝
就像蝴蝶效应一样在遥远的草地
它的翅膀在凌晨扇动着我的睡意
流星在外太空里毫无目的地飞行
就像我的人生一样活得毫无意义
微风在朗诵些什么诗
我听不明白
像流星一样预知我看不见的未来
宇宙的奥妙是多么辽阔
多么无限
流星只不过是太空里的一把火焰
瞬间的光芒改变不了夜晚的漆黑
我人生中那几次短暂的荣耀光辉
也改变不了我所有的过错和后悔
流星在冷漠的夜空寻找光年情感
我在这疯狂的世界也在寻找方向
在黎明来临前流星始终没有出现
等待它的人们愿望仍旧无法实现