Poem composed on September 30, 2008
[Exactly one month after my birthday!]
It has been a fortnight since your disappearance
Contradictorily, never have you made an appearance
Besides, quite far away is our current place of residence
Yet I must confess, I am in a state of lingering limerence
From Professor Dorothy Tennov I draw reference
Author of a book entitled 'Love and Limerance'
It has only been a century since her theory's emergence
Yet the concept captured my inner state's essence
Thus so reveals the much researched psychological science;
Limerence is an involuntary cognitive and emotional indulgence
A feeling of intense romantic desire towards a person's presence
As compared to infatuation it lasts longer in terms of endurance
The unexplainable chemistry accounts for the main substance
Consequentially leading to sensitivity to any external amorous ambience
Adopting continuous intrusive thinking as the form of respondence
Longing is made acute with reciprocation as the reaction in preference
Both like and loathe are combined in an inharmonious ambivalence
Uncertainty and anxiety are found equal on the emotional scale of balance
Intense joy and extreme despair are harbored as the cognitive dissonance
Ironically, though miserable, I as the victim still desire a delayed desinence
It is undeniable that you are a person of tremendous significance
Definitely I have enjoyed our intellectual means of correspondence
Equipped with wisdom and vision you are a source of reliable guidance
In which I hope those qualities to me would be granted a transference
As much as I yearn a rendezvous however, I fear that upon our conference
Either one of us might display signs indicating attraction discordance
Upon which either one of us would crumple into a condition of despondence
As many 'strangers' in similar situations have testified to the exact experience
Thus so destiny has imposed upon us an edict to refrain from emotional dependence
This, at least to me won’t be easy, almost equivalent to that of a condescendence
Apathy shall make an entrance and settle in as time nurture it with distance
Meanwhile this LINGERING LIMERENCE in my heart will still shine in radiance
What made the heart grow fonder?
An absence in accordance that longs for a presence in patience...
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
WALKING ON WATER , DANCING ON THE OCEAN
Lyric to a song composed on September 26, 2008
It’s a pity I don’t have the music for this one
But this is more of a Christian contemporary praise genre
I’m walking on water
With my faith I’m prancing
I’m dancing on the ocean
With my trust I’m swaying
For the truth in action
Will have me freed
To walk on waters of deep
To dance on roaring ocean
I shall have nothing to be feared
Trusting that my call He will hear
In His time, He will have me delivered
Then He will wipe away all of my tears
Troubled eagles rise higher
Thriving over rolling thunders
So will I sing in an exuberant joy
All circumstances I will enjoy
Bridge:
For He is my Lord who turns trials into triumphs
So I’m walking on water
With my faith I’m prancing
I’m dancing on the ocean
With my trust I’m swaying
I’m gonna keep on walking on water
With my faith I keep on prancing
I’m gonna keep on dancing on the ocean
With my trust I keep on swaying
It’s a pity I don’t have the music for this one
But this is more of a Christian contemporary praise genre
I’m walking on water
With my faith I’m prancing
I’m dancing on the ocean
With my trust I’m swaying
For the truth in action
Will have me freed
To walk on waters of deep
To dance on roaring ocean
I shall have nothing to be feared
Trusting that my call He will hear
In His time, He will have me delivered
Then He will wipe away all of my tears
Troubled eagles rise higher
Thriving over rolling thunders
So will I sing in an exuberant joy
All circumstances I will enjoy
Bridge:
For He is my Lord who turns trials into triumphs
So I’m walking on water
With my faith I’m prancing
I’m dancing on the ocean
With my trust I’m swaying
I’m gonna keep on walking on water
With my faith I keep on prancing
I’m gonna keep on dancing on the ocean
With my trust I keep on swaying
Thursday, September 25, 2008
IRONY: THE MOCKERY OF DESTINY
Poem composed on September 25, 2008
If the fact can proof that you never quite came
Then why do I feel as if you’ve already left
Inside I wonder if you feel the same
Abandoned in between tall valleys’ deep cleft
If the truth tells that I’ve never seen your face
Then how is it that you are constantly in my mind
Just like a blizzard turning expeditors half blind
I am trapped in a state of hazy glazy daze
Elevated into a higher kind of irony
I am climbing against the cliff of destiny
At each crawl it hurls out mockery
Making the path towards the peak so slippery
Am I defying gravity
Am I denying my identity
Squeezing out the last drip of dignity
I fell into the deep gorge of self-pity
If the fact can proof that you never quite came
Then why do I feel as if you’ve already left
Inside I wonder if you feel the same
Abandoned in between tall valleys’ deep cleft
If the truth tells that I’ve never seen your face
Then how is it that you are constantly in my mind
Just like a blizzard turning expeditors half blind
I am trapped in a state of hazy glazy daze
Elevated into a higher kind of irony
I am climbing against the cliff of destiny
At each crawl it hurls out mockery
Making the path towards the peak so slippery
Am I defying gravity
Am I denying my identity
Squeezing out the last drip of dignity
I fell into the deep gorge of self-pity
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
THE SPINSTERS AND THE CATS
Poem composed on September 23, 2008
And so they slid into spinsterhood
Accompanied by swinging moods
Delivered by menopause
And wrinkles time had caused
There were five of them
Old crumpled pathetic hags
Who never cease to nag
With screechy voice caused by phlegm
They live next to each other
Each with nine cats
All of them as black as bats
Yet the neighbors can’t be bothered
To the neighbors they don’t exist
They never came out in daylight
They were all feline narcissist
Amusing themselves in the coldness of night
Like the cats they keep
Alone in bed they sleep
Aloof, antisocial and self-reliant
Always annoyed and in self-denial
Approaching thirty with no sign of nuptial bliss, I have just received an invitation to join my other 4 best friends into the bandwagon of spinsterhood, they title it; ‘The Spinsters and The Cats’. Apparently, my best friends have been planning on establishing a retirement community. It is a joke really, but I promised one of them to write a poem as a toast to the proposal. Thus so the above is the exaggerated elaboration.
The five of us are; Shan, Fritti Tailchaser, Liverella, Moo-moo, and Olafia (Reminiscing the good old Catholic Junior College days – hold on, since almost all of us came from Catholic single-gender school, that might just explain our current state which, can be summarized in one word; Deprived)
And so they slid into spinsterhood
Accompanied by swinging moods
Delivered by menopause
And wrinkles time had caused
There were five of them
Old crumpled pathetic hags
Who never cease to nag
With screechy voice caused by phlegm
They live next to each other
Each with nine cats
All of them as black as bats
Yet the neighbors can’t be bothered
To the neighbors they don’t exist
They never came out in daylight
They were all feline narcissist
Amusing themselves in the coldness of night
Like the cats they keep
Alone in bed they sleep
Aloof, antisocial and self-reliant
Always annoyed and in self-denial
Approaching thirty with no sign of nuptial bliss, I have just received an invitation to join my other 4 best friends into the bandwagon of spinsterhood, they title it; ‘The Spinsters and The Cats’. Apparently, my best friends have been planning on establishing a retirement community. It is a joke really, but I promised one of them to write a poem as a toast to the proposal. Thus so the above is the exaggerated elaboration.
The five of us are; Shan, Fritti Tailchaser, Liverella, Moo-moo, and Olafia (Reminiscing the good old Catholic Junior College days – hold on, since almost all of us came from Catholic single-gender school, that might just explain our current state which, can be summarized in one word; Deprived)
IN LOVE WITH LOVE
Poem composed on September 23, 2008
Two quotes of the opposites
Tells the tale of where they sit
The wine in the glass is not plenty
But is it half full or half empty ‘The greatest thing, you will ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return’
‘The hardest thing, you will come to yearn
Is just to love someone and have that someone love you in return’
Two individuals
Intertwined in a duet
A Bachelor, an eligible man
A Bachelorette, an eligible woman
He needed a playmate
She needed a soulmate
Though separated by cross-country gate
Still they wondered if in between there is fate
They enjoyed each other’s wit
With each other they feel the comfort
Yet none would make the effort
Wondering if it is a good idea to meet
Inside, both are numb
Like a prick in the thumb
Where pain makes one flinch away
And so from emotion they have walked away
Failed relationships, series by series
As if peeling layer by layer, a round onion
Only to discover that the core is empty
Vacuum with no sign of probable union
Thus so in this game
No one has ever gained
No happy ending has been found
In the ride of a Merry go Round
The useless circular chase of infinity
Persistently searching for serendipity
But in fact it only fetches illusion
Caused by the spinning motion
On the white figurine horse he sat
Living the dream of being the knight
Round and round he goes till midnight
Still he hasn’t seen his princess yet
She nestled herself on the Cinderella carriage
In that wedding dress her beauty is pronounced
Hallucinating a fairy tale marriage
With the groom’s name still unannounced
Each closed his/her eyes in resignation
To their unknown travel destination
Right there and then, in that instant moment
They both fell into the same entrapment
They were IN LOVE WITH LOVE
Two quotes of the opposites
Tells the tale of where they sit
The wine in the glass is not plenty
But is it half full or half empty ‘The greatest thing, you will ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return’
‘The hardest thing, you will come to yearn
Is just to love someone and have that someone love you in return’
Two individuals
Intertwined in a duet
A Bachelor, an eligible man
A Bachelorette, an eligible woman
He needed a playmate
She needed a soulmate
Though separated by cross-country gate
Still they wondered if in between there is fate
They enjoyed each other’s wit
With each other they feel the comfort
Yet none would make the effort
Wondering if it is a good idea to meet
Inside, both are numb
Like a prick in the thumb
Where pain makes one flinch away
And so from emotion they have walked away
Failed relationships, series by series
As if peeling layer by layer, a round onion
Only to discover that the core is empty
Vacuum with no sign of probable union
Thus so in this game
No one has ever gained
No happy ending has been found
In the ride of a Merry go Round
The useless circular chase of infinity
Persistently searching for serendipity
But in fact it only fetches illusion
Caused by the spinning motion
On the white figurine horse he sat
Living the dream of being the knight
Round and round he goes till midnight
Still he hasn’t seen his princess yet
She nestled herself on the Cinderella carriage
In that wedding dress her beauty is pronounced
Hallucinating a fairy tale marriage
With the groom’s name still unannounced
Each closed his/her eyes in resignation
To their unknown travel destination
Right there and then, in that instant moment
They both fell into the same entrapment
They were IN LOVE WITH LOVE
Sunday, September 21, 2008
HECTOR HECTOR
Poem composed on September 21, 2008
Hector Hector
The most eligible bachelor
In Greek Mythology a Trojan fighter
In business world a designated director
Who would dare to inquire
What you really require
Around him ladies nervously perspire
While gentlemen are inspired
With life blown up with a projector
I really do wonder
If that made hearts grew fonder
Or envious eyes grow blinder
Many want to be your Esther
Endlessly they try to pester
But many grew bitter
Because the flame just won’t flicker
Passion is an illusion
It’s fine to stumble on infatuation
But to ensure good continuation
Marriage should be based on decision
Thousands one can collect in the compound
But a combo of beauty, brain and background
Though not impossible, is quite hard to be found
Nevertheless the search must go another round
At the corner I am observing
A simple poet composing
You will find your happy ending
Then I’ll continue documenting
I’m sure you don’t mind
Your story being unwind
This poem you won’t ever discover
Coz’ to you I’m a mere stranger
This is like being ‘kaypoh’. This is so totally none of my concern. Well, I just bought a book (not a magazine) and while reading I found his name there. I’ve actually met this person a few times and so I know a few lines of his story, though he doesn’t know I exist. I’m the kind of girl whom no one notices. Since I am in the poetic mode as of late, verses just sprang up my mind and I thought I just document it. His name mentioned in the first verse has been modified to protect his identity, lest I get into trouble offending a big shot.
Strangely, I think chose the right name for his ‘cover name’, not only they rhyme, In Greek mythology, Hectōr (Ἕκτωρ, means "holding fast"), or Hektōr, is a Trojan prince and one of the greatest fighters in the Trojan War. He is the son of Priam and Hecuba, descendant of Dardanus, who lived under Mount Ida, and of Tros, the founder of Troy. He acts as leader of the Trojans and their allies in the defense of Troy. Hector is one of the Nine Worthies, as he is known not only for his courage but also for his noble nature. (Wikipedia)
Had the business world been a Greek Mythology, he is the equivalent of Hector! What a coincidence! I'm flabbergasted!
Hector Hector
The most eligible bachelor
In Greek Mythology a Trojan fighter
In business world a designated director
Who would dare to inquire
What you really require
Around him ladies nervously perspire
While gentlemen are inspired
With life blown up with a projector
I really do wonder
If that made hearts grew fonder
Or envious eyes grow blinder
Many want to be your Esther
Endlessly they try to pester
But many grew bitter
Because the flame just won’t flicker
Passion is an illusion
It’s fine to stumble on infatuation
But to ensure good continuation
Marriage should be based on decision
Thousands one can collect in the compound
But a combo of beauty, brain and background
Though not impossible, is quite hard to be found
Nevertheless the search must go another round
At the corner I am observing
A simple poet composing
You will find your happy ending
Then I’ll continue documenting
I’m sure you don’t mind
Your story being unwind
This poem you won’t ever discover
Coz’ to you I’m a mere stranger
This is like being ‘kaypoh’. This is so totally none of my concern. Well, I just bought a book (not a magazine) and while reading I found his name there. I’ve actually met this person a few times and so I know a few lines of his story, though he doesn’t know I exist. I’m the kind of girl whom no one notices. Since I am in the poetic mode as of late, verses just sprang up my mind and I thought I just document it. His name mentioned in the first verse has been modified to protect his identity, lest I get into trouble offending a big shot.
Strangely, I think chose the right name for his ‘cover name’, not only they rhyme, In Greek mythology, Hectōr (Ἕκτωρ, means "holding fast"), or Hektōr, is a Trojan prince and one of the greatest fighters in the Trojan War. He is the son of Priam and Hecuba, descendant of Dardanus, who lived under Mount Ida, and of Tros, the founder of Troy. He acts as leader of the Trojans and their allies in the defense of Troy. Hector is one of the Nine Worthies, as he is known not only for his courage but also for his noble nature. (Wikipedia)
Had the business world been a Greek Mythology, he is the equivalent of Hector! What a coincidence! I'm flabbergasted!
LOVE WILL FIND US
Some day…
One day…
When the sky is blue
When the season is due
That would be the time
When destiny will chime
And I will see you
Only then will it be true
Some day…
One day…
When your heart is ripe
When the feeling’s right
That would be the day
When you will say
And I will hear
Only then will it be clear
So many sleepless solitary nights
Coz’ I’ve missed your voice
So many endless illusionary sights
Coz’ I’ve longed to see your poise
Would we ever meet?
I really don’t know
Would we ever greet?
I’m feeling so low
For now I can only trust
That some day
One fine day
Love will find us…
One day…
When the sky is blue
When the season is due
That would be the time
When destiny will chime
And I will see you
Only then will it be true
Some day…
One day…
When your heart is ripe
When the feeling’s right
That would be the day
When you will say
And I will hear
Only then will it be clear
So many sleepless solitary nights
Coz’ I’ve missed your voice
So many endless illusionary sights
Coz’ I’ve longed to see your poise
Would we ever meet?
I really don’t know
Would we ever greet?
I’m feeling so low
For now I can only trust
That some day
One fine day
Love will find us…
Saturday, September 20, 2008
ON MY KNEES ONCE AGAIN
Poem composed September 18, 2008
On my knees, once again
Letting it down, all the strain
I lift my hands up, once again
Surrendering all the pain
Standing in the dark rain
With spirit on the wane
Everything seems in vain
Without You there’s no gain
So take Your place and reign
Over my heart and brain
Take me back to the train
Show me the right lane
No more pretense, no need to feign
I lay myself flat on the plane
This is me, simple and plain
Use me for Your kingdom’s gain
I am returning to God. I need Him in my life. I have wandered away for a very long time.
They say it's never too late, it's never too far...
It's just a step away and so, once again on my knees
On my knees, once again
Letting it down, all the strain
I lift my hands up, once again
Surrendering all the pain
Standing in the dark rain
With spirit on the wane
Everything seems in vain
Without You there’s no gain
So take Your place and reign
Over my heart and brain
Take me back to the train
Show me the right lane
No more pretense, no need to feign
I lay myself flat on the plane
This is me, simple and plain
Use me for Your kingdom’s gain
I am returning to God. I need Him in my life. I have wandered away for a very long time.
They say it's never too late, it's never too far...
It's just a step away and so, once again on my knees
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