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Chrysanthemums in the Sky

Aren’t fireworks wonderful? but the real beauty of them is the share them with special people, and why not share them with that special someone.


a poem in the shape ABAB, I give you:

Chrysanthemums in the Sky

by Adriana

 

Eyes wide open as a curious child

wishing to stay open after each spark.

The shapes in the sky have my heart beguiled

like luminous chrysanthemums in the dark.

 

Of these sparkling flowers I have seen a hundred,

or perhaps millions, and they are always fantastic.

This time, something was different and I wondered

“Are the lights the ones making me so enthusiastic?”

 

Then I felt your sight not to the illuminated sky but on me,

and I knew that my happiness was because of you that night.

Quietly, we stared at each other, feeling in love as one can be,

but we could not stop on blinking after each of the fireworks light.

 


 

Thank you for reading!

My dear follower,  I hope that my poem you enjoyed

Weather it filled your heart with sorrow or perhaps joy.

My only desire is that my hands of poems never rest

So, I dare you to put my talent to the test.

To one single rule you have, though to abide

Challenge me with a single word for me to comply!!! 

 

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Poem – Cotton Candy for the Soul

The world is rushing, the world is stress, and it makes us lose the joy of the simple things. But it is those simple things that make our souls stronger and healthier. There is nothing more refreshing like taking a walk in the afternoon while only thinking of the beautiful colors of the flowers, or the song of the birds. The hectic world makes us grow too dull and we let ourselves be beaten forgetting that our souls need laugher, music, and sweeties.


The poem topic was proposed by

The Salty Avocado


A poem in the shape of: aBB AAb

I give you

Cotton Candy for the Soul

By Adriana

 

You are not so grey,

but the life around you is monochrome

And every passing day is dull monotone.

 

But the sun shines in each colourful ray,

And the flowers bloom without dismay

How pretty the’ve grown.

 

You are not so silent

But the voices around you are resentful

And of kindness they are often forgetful,

 

But the sounds of nature are so vibrant

And the birds sing in melodic alignment.

Listen and be grateful.

 

You are not so sour

But your soul need some sweet caramel

And some cotton candy from the festival.

 

Let’s go to the fair and forget the hour

Enjoying the sun even if the rain showers

Take a break amenable.

 

Listen the laughter

Couples in love and joyous children playing,

Parents smiling, even though they are paying,

 

I see you grinning, it is not so bad a disaster.

even your eyes will be smiling a little after,

Forgetting the crying.

 

Should we skate,

Ferries wheel or an exciting roller coaster ride?

Don’t worry or be scared, I am here by your side.

 

Adventuring eyes have always been your trait,

It is worrying when instead they are full of hate,

And look like you’ve cried.

 

No, you are not so gray

But your soul needs laughter, colors and melody

And don’t forget about sweet pleasant remedy.

 

Caramel popcorn, ice cream or sweeties buffet,

Maybe cotton candy while walking along the quay,

What a great amenity!

 


Thank you for reading!

 

My dear follower,  I hope that my poem you enjoyed

Weather it filled your heart with sorrow or perhaps joy.

My only desire is that my hands of poems never rest

So, I dare you to put my talent to the test.

To one single rule you have, though to abide

Challenge me with a single word for me to comply!!! 

 

 

Welcome Flowers – Aug 24 #Photography

It may seam like a church but it is not,

it is an angel who seams to be lost in thought,

and these flowers that were placed in a glass pot.

Mom bought them for me to celebrate my return,

in the distance it’s been her primary concern,

but now I am here to address her yearn.

 

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Tiny Yellow Flowers – Aug 22 #Photography

Like pieces of gold on the road

so vivid, and calm in still mode,

With your beauty my pace slowed,

for a picture that I now upload!

Typhoons – The Frenzy of Wind and Rain

July 30th to July 31st

One of the reasons SunShower was born, is because I get instant urge for writing while hearing the rain drops fall. While the rain showers outside, the inspiring sun shines in.

Rain is beautiful, but it does not usually stops me from my daily routines, however typhoons are another thing. The best thing to do is to stay safe inside and not try to risk it. Although typhoons can be very dangerous, they are part of the life experience in Taiwan and cannot be separated from the adventure here.

Tonight is typhoon night. (July 30 and 31st, 2017)

a Typhoon is…

It is a meteorological depression. A storm, but just not any storm, a violent one. There will be a lot of water and strong winds. Not just any water and wind,  rain is more like water-whips, and wind is like giant of destruction.

It will rain for a span between 6 to 20 hours, depending on the size of the typhoon. But what gets really bad is the wind. Sometimes it gets so strong that the rain falls more like horizontally than vertically. I have seen it slide scooters along the street, take down advertisements posts and even rip off entire trees, taking them from theirs very roots! Yes! It gets pretty bad.

If you are wondering if typhoons, cyclones and hurricanes are the same, then let me tell you that YES! They are basically the same, the difference is just the area of the world they occur. They can all be very devastating.

Typhoons are to be respected, they flood cities, destroy towns and sometimes even take human lives with them. If one of the great typhoons come knocking your door while you are here, remember, you can never be too safe. Be prepare!

My recommendation is to get food and water, and more importantly try not to go out. I have never experience a blackout in Taiwan, but I know they happen, so you might want to prepare a flashlight and something none-electronic to be entertained with.

 

But…

Typhoons aren’t that bad. If you keep safe and are well prepared, you will get to be at home with a justified reason. This is why many locals actually like typhoons and sometimes receive it gladly. The national government is likely to cancel classes and work. You can check for this here: Central Wether Bureau

 

go to “Typhoon News” and then check if work and class have been cancelled.

 

Over all, the chances you live through an extreme typhoon are very slim.  They are mostly common, during August and September and although there are many, the ones that get to Taiwan are about 3-4 in a year and not every time they will affect the city where you live.

For the 8 years that I have lived in Taiwan, I have always been safe from Typhoons. It is just a matter of staying safe and once you have this much free time, try to catch up with you blog. My friend, Grexxen, wrote things to do during a typhoon last year and you might want to check out his post.

 

The Frenzy of Wind and Rain

Although Typhoons are really strong, I prefer to see them as a passionate moment of two lovers. Wind and Rain, desperately love each other, but because their love is so destructive, they are destined to live separately most of the year and in most places of the world. Sometimes they flirt with each other, maybe you have felt the wind’s warm touch on your face, when it drizzle in the afternoon. But then, summer comes, and low pressures in the atmosphere allows them to be together, if  just for a few hours.

I give you…

The Frenzy of Wind and Rain 

By Adriana

 

Last year, devastating was the goodbye

as they kissed each other for the last time,

now, more than 10 months have gone by.

 

A love so strong full of passion and desire

silently waiting to be admired,

nothing can put down their lust on fire

 

During the time apart to the mountain she talks,

sometime promising to wipe clear his slopes

but he knows she cannot handle his heart full of rocks.

 

He, on his side, converses with the beauty river

sometimes promising to make of her a wider mirror

but she knows, a flow to wide will make humans shiver.

 

Strong, striking souls with  power of size abysmal

yet tenderness can be found on their touch and whistle,

maybe you felt it during your walk on the afternoon drizzle.

 

Every day they wait for each other restlessly

their love is intense but full of complexity

because being together brings catastrophe

 

But the relaxing summer days are here

bringing low pressure, like every year

with some luck, our lovers can now come near.

 

First they see each other over the island far away,

and the thunder sounds as if they are playing croquet.

I can see from my window that the sky is now gray.

 

They seduce each other with words so charming,

it starts raining with love, passion and all the yearning.

Though my window I can see that it is now violently storming

 

As a gentlemen he has made the first move

then she follows, blowing a kiss to approve

and we feel how the breeze has now stronger groove.

 

The lovers cannot take the distance any longer

in less than a second it is impossible to go and wander

’cause the passion and strength keeps getting stronger

 

They have only but a few hours to together spend

They have to count, they know the are condemned ,

so they forget about the world and who they might offend.

 

Unstoppable Rain pours while Wind loudly howls

but it filters through the window during the long night hours,

this much water is impossible to dry. I need more towels!

 

Don’t get them wrong, their raging destruction is  a pantomime

just a protest for being apart all this time

They want to be noticed, their love is transcendental and divine

 

They accomplisehd their purpose, leaving all this destruction,

but seriously, it isn’t any worse than human corruption

pulluting the oceans and air, just for a few goods production

 

There is no knowing when will Wind and Rain will meet again

it all goes back to normal and their love is constrain

but their passion is eternal and nothing vain.

 

The end.

 


 

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Poem – Angelic

A poem from the challenge word “Cure”. Proposed by the exceptionally admirable blogger and poet Grexxen. Thank you for encouraging me forward!


A story about curiosity, bravery, and about overcoming all obstacles.  A story that evidences the power of love.

A poem on the shape of a AABBCC

I give you,

Angelic

by Adriana

 

In one of the angelic realms of heaven so high

Where light, peace and harmony live a beautiful lullaby

Resided a sweet, brave and caring angel, so curious

That for his human to guard was so laborious

For his appointed task, he always performed his best.

No wonder his human was thriving and overcoming every quest.

 

In the land of the angels, human eyes are never seen

They are all oblivious of height, race and color of skin

Only through prayers a human’s voice is heard

For what is important with he heart is transferred

Their realm is on earth, but there is a barrier so thin

Humans can not cross it, and angles rarely fly in.

 

But our sweet, curious angel to heaven’s border came near

Even though, his angelic life he treasured close so dear.

But his heart was unsteady and lured by God’s creation

Dragged his wings too close to the earth mortal damnation

With a little blow of the wind his angel shape was gone

In less than one moment, into a human he had transformed

 

Naked and nameless for a while he wandered

To the earth rules he now had to abide, he pondered.

Without his wings he needed a little effort for walking

Yet, seamlessly he soon started fluently talking.

Not long after, he acknowledge his human shape

Keeping in mind that soon back to his realm he had to scape.

 

Guarding his human was his life’s responsibility

It was what he most wanted, so he would find the feasibility

In the coming weeks, to many churches he assisted

Nothing worked but for a long time he persisted

He enjoyed the world and knew that it was not a mistake

Yet, his angelic duty could not be weakened or opaque

 

But now he was only human, and time made he grow weary

So he kept telling to persuade himself this innocent theory

“The rules are rules and a human I have now to remain.”

He thought with a bitter smile and a tear that could not contain.

Yet he was satisfied and eagerly his new life he would embrace

Like this becoming the first angel to travel the world in slow pace.

 

To the towns in the mountains, and the ones across the rivers wide

Tirelessly aiding all beings alike without leaving heaven’s guide.

While learning from humans their complexity and behavior,

He slowly understood that in themselves is their only saviour.

So, his unclear purpose on earth brought doubt and overwhelm

What was the reason that he had to remain steady in this realm?

 

Greatly he had contributed to make the world from all evil, clean

Yet, there was no more satisfaction from all the places he had been

At this moment, inadvertently he came across a new experience,

Dark hair, ruby lips and pale skin was this majestic appearance.

With her forest-green like eyes she made time and space fade

And when she smiled, he felt as his heart had been swayed.

 

The first acquaintance was awkward, but soon, close friends they were

Yet words for a confession came none, as he could only stand and stare.

Even a heaven’s mightiest warriors, of  this kind of courage have none

For angels do not need it,  they can be alone

But after meeting her, by himself he never wanted to be

And by knowing her, to stay by her side was his only plea.

 

But she was born smart and had eyes of a good observer

Effortlessly realized that his intentions were full of fervor.

But away she turn her head for she was submerged in regret

As her heart had been shattered and wasn’t healed yet.

Felt like a deadly disease accompany her during the day

Loneliness reside in her soul and wasn’t going away.

 

She fought trying to get better by keeping friends around

But insecurity swam in her veins and her heart surround

To get rid of the killer-depression virus she had no choice

Since sadness had mortally blocked her cheerful-lively voice

Grief was spreading and happiness was an ineffective lie

And yet everyday woke up and gave the world a big smile

 

Of her deadly condition, our sweet angel oblivious remain

As his angelic intuition diminished when to earth he came.

Aside of his love he deeply admire her heart, strength and wit.

He believed in her and encourage to her dreams never quit.

As it turns out, someone believing in her was the cure bottle

Now that he complemented her, the air supply no longer throttle.

 

Her condition stabilized and stop to worsen.

Soon she would be back to be a fully healthy person

His presence and lovely smile had brought her cure

He was right what she needed for her life so obscure

Finally her everyday was brighter

Once again she was her own fighter.

 

Planning and dreaming to stay together flourished

They needed each other for a happy life nourish.

But the rules are the rules and they must be obeyed

A cruel twist of life suddenly arrived to invade.

For his coming to earth was not a random circumstance

She was his human, who he had to guard at all chance.

 

When he heard her prayers of the truth he realised

That it was all part of the plan of the heaven’s device.

When her faith had faded away and he was sent to Earth

To help her find the way  before she encounter death.

Now that the mission had ended and all been completed

Going back to heaven left their hearts broken and depleted.

 

Tears of hopelessness rolled down and reached the floor

When they hugged for the last time on the sunset shore.

She softly kissed him and slowly closed her eyes

And when she opened them, he was gone to the skies.

She would rarely spoke of the painful, bitter goodbye

For days she would not sleep or eat but only cry and cry

 

Since that day, he had to guard her from his land

Unable to even see her, because that is banned.

Her voice is her prayers he would always hear

Wishing from his heart that they could be near.

But the rules cannot be broken, twisted or bent,

So, there wasn’t any plan that could their situation amend

 

She fervently prayed to the archangels so mighty,

Being careful of  her words and speaking politely.

She pleaded to have him back or at least to have a trial

But how could she know? He never spoke of the guile.

But since she loved him so much, it was easy to conjecture

She realised of  his life on heavens and earth adventures

 

For the first time they angels set up an official court

And for many days they discussed, spoke and revoke.

Her intense prayers, they could not longer ignore

Pleading for him to come back and be with her forevermore.

A decision was taken and there was nothing to be done

He was set free and could now to human’s realm be gone

 

They were equally each other’s cure from mortal death

And for many years they lived happily together on Earth.

Now, I sat to write their story for your heart’s delight

Of a kind of love that will forever live in the heights

I am true witness of this curious case of love’s reich

For in my veins there is angle and human blood alike.

-The end-


 

Thank you for reading!

 

My dear follower,  I hope that my poem you enjoyed

Weather it filled your heart with sorrow or perhaps joy.

My only desire is that my hands of poems never rest

So, I dare you to put my talent to the test.

To one single rule you have, though to abide

Challenge me with a single word for me to comply!!! 

Poem – Sight Guards

July 5th, 2017

A poem from the challenge word “GUARD”. Proposed by the exceptional blogger and poet Grexxen.


In a world where love is taken for granted, the act of actually protecting and guarding love ones is not as appreciated as it should be. Feelings, emotions and friendships need to be sheltered.  When trust is laid on somebody, an intrinsic responsibility of guarding that trust is also is also laid on the-now guard. Silently the guard acknowledges the other person’s vulnerability, and now has the honour to secure it.

A poem on the shape of a AABBAA CCDDC

I give you,

Sight Guards

by Adriana

 

A long time back, on a pale autumn’s day,

we set sight on each other, unable to look away.

Perplexed we stood in awe

for in our eyes we saw

eagerness to be wondered of all coulours, even gray,

and an unexplicable light that lures excitment here to stay.

 

Beguiling eyes, so smart

that speak a language to my heart

that tell no lies,

have no disguise

So, I guard all their stories since the start.

 

The power of your eyes is like a potion,

that stops the world and all its motion.

Of hues as the lagoon,

and bright as the moon.

They are deep and vast as the esoteric ocean,

guarding their wisdom is my only devotion

 

Your sight has a voice that speaks and even sings

of lost number, beauty and forgotten high kings

your eyes tell a story

of truth and glory

that I consistently guard with unbreakable strings.

 

Years passed and I crossed the wildest of desert dunes

Travelled the six continents by only hot-air balloons

Climbed the highest mountains

Swam in the deepest fountains

But I could never forget the time of those magical afternoons,

so siletly I promised to forever guard your eyes and their musical tunes.

 

Today, although silver shades cover my head, you came and confessed

that all this time being a guarding of my eyes was also your quest.

excitement in my eyes flared

when into our eyes I stared,

and saw the new life that was waiting for us to eagerly address.

 

 


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Poem – Bulgogi

 

This a poem from the Challenger: SaltyAvocado, the words is “Bulgogi”. It was an interestingly funny topic, because it is a wrap prepared with Korean seasoned meat sold at COSTCO. It is a very tasty and very filling, but the best part is how cute “Bulgogi” sounds.

Not only I was challenge by this word, but also Grexxen, so let’s see how he does.


It is a poem on the shape of: AABB

and now I give you

 

Bulgogi

 

This topic as random as it may appear

is a challenge word from a person so dear.

Proposed by this girl nice and sweet

who knew how to make Grex and I compete.

 

Bulgogi is the meat in this wrap so good

that you wouldn’t believe it is Korean food.

Cheese and seasoning are mixed inside,

something this good should spread worldwide.

 

At the sound of the word, one has got to smile

that’s why I am making this poem freestyle.

But the more I write I want to stop and get to Costco

and with my dear friends share a Bulgogi pronto.

 


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Let me know!

 

 

Poem – An Uncontrollable Smirk

Imagine the love of your life being claimed by time. How many memories wouldn’t you have lurking about? Then years after you look at a picture and you remember all the feelings, all rushing out, leaving you empty but knowing that when you had the chance you made each other happy.


The Challenge: Uncontrollable

Proposed by: Grexxen, the amazing poet and even better friend

This is a poem in the shape of AABBA and this style is called a Limmerick


An Uncontrollable Smirk

By Adriana

Hidden in the dust I found this old picture,

startled I hold it while I felt my emotions a mixture.

I stared into your eyes,

blue as the high skies

and at those lips making that handsome gesture.

A half smile and a half too serious,

An expression everlasting mysterious.

Sweet smirk

Of lips that lurk

Without fail and  make my heart delirious.

It was a sweet, loving yet sadden bitter smile

With your mysterious beguiling spirited style

Everything was there,

Even a touch of dispar.

Because you knew destiny had a plan so vile.

Without the honor of wars as in olden times

Time claimed  you without the sound of chimes

Now without fear

And more than a  tear

I contemplate this sadness that my heart confines.

Without further doing I lose restrain of all the tears

But then I remember all the laughter of the good years.

It is you that I miss

Having you was a bliss.

Then I close my eyes and with an uncontrollable smirk I cheer.


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Poem – Mr. Lizard and Mr. Mushroom

May, 2017

A poem from the challenge word “mushroom”. Proposed by the unparalleled blogger and poet Grexxen.


We all have fears and we all have a past, but they are part of us and they make us who we are.  It is partially inspired in my beautiful pets, check them out in Jupiter, the Jubilant.

A poem on the shape of AABBAA

I give you,

Mr. Lizard and Mr. Mushroom

by Adriana

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“The sun, the sun, is it gone?

Is it time for the stars to come upon?

Uncurl and leave the lair,

time to shine and show my flair.”

He thinks to himself while smiling with a yawn.

One of those so wide as the dawn.

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Lengthy toes with nails to complete his duty,

graceful, colorful tail of incomparable beauty,

gray, sharp eyes to move in dim twilight

yet his splendor some see with fright

“Dinner is insects and nothing fruity.”

He thinks to himself, being a little snooty.

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“The haze in the woods make my wonder unbeatable

I must adventure in, as long as I find something eatable.

of nasty wild foxes I have to beware

but it is rain drops that give me a real scare.”

Oblivious he thinks, as the drizzle sounds repeatable.

approaching as his situation is no longer treatable. 

.

Away from water he has always been

mostly keeping a dry skin.

We all know Mr. Lizards cannot swim

and if he must, he makes a face so grim

and yet he has no problems on being clean.

this is a quality you can find on all his kin. 

.

Drip, drop, dribble,

sounds that makes his heart brittle.

Soon a shelter he must find,

for a the rain drops he cannot abide

“With weather like this, I cannot stay idle.

Is there perhaps a leaf where I can stay in the middle?”

.

“Drip, drop, dribble,

these water makes me feel so little.”

Then a voice says “My friend, don’t fear the flood,

take cover under my hat to avoid the mud.”

No hesitation, not even need to twiddle

without thinking he took shelter with just a wiggle.

.

He had seen creatures like this so odd

with a single tall bright mono-pod

and a wide brown hat for cover.

It is nothing new what he had discover. 

Yet his uniqueness made him stare awed

“Thank you for your kindness.” He added with a nod.

.

The lizard was tiny compared to this magnificent being

anybody who sees it wouldn’t not dare on disagreeing.

This elegant mushroom of much splendor 

was full of grace and yet its white trunk needed a mender.

It was many scars what Mr. Lizard was seeing.

“Perhaps he fought a battle where he was unable of fleeing.”

.

“Last rain I sheltered a creature so black

and in return his toes left behind a track.

Then the beetle got hungry and on my trunk he nibbled

and even my spirit he belittled.

With a thud I a had to send him back,

 he would not return after such sharp whack. 

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Mr. Lizard, as we all know,

is often moving to and fro

but his nails did not whittle

the white trunk like the silly beetle.  

Carefully he climbed up and slow

while his tail followed with a nice flow.

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Magnificent company with heart so kind

is not something that one can everyday find.

While the rain poured down without care 

an enriching conversation they shared

about the heart, life and the well-of-mind

but mostly of the obnoxiousness of humankind.

 .

When the rain stopped the lizard left, 

as the lack of dinner had him bereft 

but often he comes back to seek his friend 

for more conversation and good time to spend.

After all nobody wants to be alone in one’s cleft.

even though Mr. Mushroom is not very deft.

.

The end.

 


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