Category: Poetry and Prose

Perspective

two cracked pots bare bellies having a yarn
one whines about how he never gets mended
one whinges about his sorrow of being forgotten

the arvo sun is scotching their spilled soil
one is watching his fracture snapping further
one is shedding his tears in vain

two buttocks looking dark clouds squeezing out some rain
then the thunder shouts
‘Get your head out of your ass mate!’

two cracked pot bare bellies paying attention
one says ‘Righto! There is rain there is growth. Who gives a toss about my broken frame.’
one yells ‘No dramas! I was never your league anyway. Shove your snob up your backside!’

two months gone by
two cracked pots cheering each other
one tells of how his brokenness turns into art
one praises the contentment of thriving

the moral of the story
you know what I mean Valvoline

Longing

we are walking cripple to search one another
you cup your heart in your palms
I draw a curtain to my void
your core sings out to mine
I peep through the drape

I feel the tingling on my lips on a sleepless night
your burning words restrain stirring my soul to restlessness
let the cool pale moonlight tame the hunger
let the waves staggering to ease the longing

I sleep with my right hand holding my left
my hands become yours
I wake up with your warmth lingering my breath
what better way to greet a new day My Love

if you hear me
shhhhh
keep dreaming

 

Effect

when the wind blows over the lake
the ripples are love songs I am singing to you

in the quietness of the day
here comes my knock on your heart

it’s only as light as whispers
attuned to your inner turmoil

it brings stillness and calm
consoles your dripping wailing heart

when I glide through the door
bathe in surreal inmost peace

Have I told you

Have I told you today I love you?
Have I told you today I honour you?
Like the rain to the garden
Like the flower to the sun

Have I told you lately how much I love you?
Have I told you lately how much you mean to me?
Like my heart lives on after skipping beats permanently in your presence
Like the life source enabling me to experience everything buoyant

Have I told you?
Have I told you…

When nothings become extraordinary

( photo from Outlander by Nikki Pierce )

two fallen leaves
floating along the main stream
no care no longing
just drifting

tangle and ride the current together
they make it to land
where they compost and regenerate again
in new season

companion growth
french lavender
ornamental kale
bouquet of happiness

A match made in heaven

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” – Rachel David

 

I see all of you
I love all of you

You know all of me
You love all of me

Our vulnerabilities bring strength
Our honesty produces understanding

Your affection springs trust and confidence
I honour your courage and altruism

Your contentment proceeds patience and self control
I am gracious for your loyalty and commitment

Your appreciation for my wisdom
I faithfully be your helper

All is what we have
All is what we share

All is you and me
All is so perfect

Pizlish – Word Invention

noun

  1. the language of mix English in particular referring to pronunciation. It came from Pizza-English, commonly used in Australia. ‘Instead of speaking Chinglish, I speak Pizlish after 20 years living downunder.’
  2. it implies the person speaking Pizlish is someone with poor pronunciation and it can sound funny to the native English speaking people. ‘I can barely understand her Pizlish.’
  3. it is an endearing way to describe someone’s English accent is adorable and cute. ‘When she speaks Pizlish, my heart melts.’

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Divergent – Chinese Riddles

Our intimacy has no distance
Our distance increases intimacy
The intimate element is the distance
The secret of distance is intimacy

我们的亲密没有距离
我们的距离增加亲密
亲密的元素正是距离
距离的秘密就是亲密

Simplicity

we seek the simple things in life
for the pleasure they grant us

we set out on a straight path
caught in a web of entanglement
how our hearts grew weary
our mouths proceeded troubles

we are stuck in the loop
for we lost hope
until we stumble into someone
who rekindles our first love
for simplicity
and the joy
proceeding
from
it