All poems

In the year of bunny we stand still,
Carefully looking at the doomed future.
Layoffs join with shining job numbers
To confuse the timid pavid creatures.

Winter blesses war with warm and hope but
A ballon can blow them like a straw.
Spring has come but chilling feeling remains.
Trade wars shall join party and ignite more.

When chatbots can do as good as humans,
Why replaceables treat them like buddies? 
When grasses inflate into big trees and trunks,
Where is food for little humble bunnies?

Here a tiny being looking worried
At the grasses by its warm hole called home.

Another summer's day, lots of heat waves,
The brightest time of year, toasting it may.
The most beautiful world in microwaves
With which we celebrate the summer's day.

Vacation seasons for the young and old,
A summer break for family and more. 
Best time for travel, wishfuls are told.
At landmarks, tourists crowded like in a war. 

Line up at the best spots for a photo.
To cameras with smiles we show our graces.
Who hears complaints of a moment ago?
Who sees the sweats behind the smiling faces?

Attrative pictures can be charm or curse.
Full moon shrinks, best can go nowhere but worse.

Men wished for sunshine got their wishes granted.
Decided has summer to arrive in May.
I dragged my way to DUMBO, which enchanted
In brightness, boiling scenic in heat ray. 

Pretend did I enjoy the classic scene,
With photos like by many tourist unknown. 
Bright colors and right contrast in the screen
Seem proving day enjoyable as shown. 

Inside I soaked in suffering wetness,
And wished for clouds and winds, even some rains.
The liveliest scene represents breathlessness
Enjoyable sights hide unspoken pains. 

Those who appreciate the colorful
Will not know prices behind the wonderful. 

Rain decided on journey to the earth, and
Visited diligently just as promised.
Life should have surprises, not go as planned.
When all have been planned, rain turned its darkest. 
Look for sunshine when it's unexpected. 
Sun never falls, it is just neglected. 

Cherry blossoms peak.
Flowers pave the path in pink.
What a crowd of men!