Category: Poetry and Prose

Imaginary friend

there was a tales from my childhood
to dig a hole in the ground
tell all your secrets
bury them with a seed
to grow a tree
bears bitter fruits

I knew there was hell below
all eighteen levels
none of my secrets secured
I altered the tales
to grow a tree
it bore sweet nectarines

I told all my secrets
to my imaginary friend
as tall as a Smurf
great sense of humour
soft hearted
geeky and nerdy

he has never betrayed me
remained faithful to this day
he holds all of me and
never leaves

today I have finally
given him a name
the cutest loyal friend
Chog ❤

Wise friends

How do I know?

how do I know you are my true friends
in times of turmoil

I know you are
in times like this
you put aside your own opinions
instead
you seek wisdom of the most high

I know you are
even you wanted to lash out
on my behalf
instead
you bite your tongues

I know you are
you looked beyond the pleasure of
anger outburst
instead
you tame the self righteous beasts inside you

How do I know you are my true friends?
It is in times like this
I know!

Reunion

a rib missing her hollow cage!Would your heart be mended

with my thousand kisses
to turn back the clock?

Would my spirit find you
just before you were beaten?

Would you know me when
I blew that dandelion to reach you?

Would you feel me
when my first wish
made by the birthday candles?

Would my arms outstretch enough
to fend off the cold regrets?

I have always been there with you

Vibe

we are in a code of frequency
wave and light in sync
with one breath

no wonder
we were deaf and dumb before
we vibrated into one another

here we are
orchestrating a masterpiece
in perfection

Missing the point

you saw the cracks
wanted to fix me
by your motherly love
but…but…
i ain’t broken
your love isn’t enough
cos
you aren’t the
rain

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…