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
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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
Monday, February 6, 2006
'MERE FRIENDS'
Poem composed February 5, 2006
When your eyes I caught
Looking at me through the mirror reflection
Softly uttering tender thoughts
Yet lips tightly closed in perfection
When your eyes I realized
Following me around as I sway
Holding me as a captive, mesmerized
Yet you were observing from very far away
A season filled with laughter
The following season full of silence
Blinded from what you are after
Should I wait in persistence?
It is there, but quite not
Halfway in between existence
Not cold, but yet not hot
Not vapor, yet not substance
Feeling it but not responding
Tormented but keep avoiding
Running away but always thinking
Denying out loud but inside admitting
Like a stubborn steel that won’t bend
Or stirring oil with water that just won’t blend
Or trapped running in a circle with no end
That’s what we are, ‘mere friends’
Poem inspired by friends; this couple who is experiencing mutual romance, yet the masculine side is so full of pride that he just won’t admit it! Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn! As a result, the feminine side feels confused and both parties are trying to run away from each other and are trapped in an invisible relationship I termed ‘mere friends’.
When your eyes I caught
Looking at me through the mirror reflection
Softly uttering tender thoughts
Yet lips tightly closed in perfection
When your eyes I realized
Following me around as I sway
Holding me as a captive, mesmerized
Yet you were observing from very far away
A season filled with laughter
The following season full of silence
Blinded from what you are after
Should I wait in persistence?
It is there, but quite not
Halfway in between existence
Not cold, but yet not hot
Not vapor, yet not substance
Feeling it but not responding
Tormented but keep avoiding
Running away but always thinking
Denying out loud but inside admitting
Like a stubborn steel that won’t bend
Or stirring oil with water that just won’t blend
Or trapped running in a circle with no end
That’s what we are, ‘mere friends’
Poem inspired by friends; this couple who is experiencing mutual romance, yet the masculine side is so full of pride that he just won’t admit it! Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn! As a result, the feminine side feels confused and both parties are trying to run away from each other and are trapped in an invisible relationship I termed ‘mere friends’.
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