Hula-Hoop Dream Poem by Antonio Liao

moving on,
makes better as bits of
piece of yesteryears fade away
in the sight of every
bubble touches
in the air; and
let the hand-swabbing of the moist
cleanse the dirt’s of unspoken
pain of nowhere to settle
in avenue of every
dream

surge comes in the interest
of defying entity
of the moving heart, nothing lifts,
but a genuine pasture
of fertile vision of hope to
a sitting night of call of solitude and tranquility
I gallantly I
do pray

oh! loose lips,
get easily crush in cruel tree,
the ears have something
to make it easy,
ride on the wave of stable truth,
for the future will
embrace what the heart desire; leave the ground
of fantasy, nay
jump the hump in your teary face;
smooth check carried away by tears
of what joy may brings in your delicate soul,
you stay

facelift and groom
each high way, a switching station refuel the
running home, of wish to flee …..