When the world is behaving manic
My world is surely shaken
So if you'll excuse me
I have a little acting out to do
To calm my ecstatic sanity
Category: Poetry and Prose
Jesus
In the dead of the night
I sank to the bottom of the ocean
Bound by the tentacles of grief
Muted and suffocated
You cradled me with all you are
All my sorrow, frantic struggle
Released into pearly tears
Warm on my cheeks
I rose to put on the garment of praise
worshiped to the heavenly place
Sickle Moon
You are smiling and walking away
in sheer soulless delight
The day soon turns into night
hindering my footsteps from chasing you
into the horizon cloaked in twilight
I memorise your laughter as the wind chime
transmitting me to you on the ebony land
I’ve Got This
I can’t turn off the news or people’s concern
I can’t turn off the fear people project
I can turn on God’s voice
And amplify His love
Diamond Rain on Saturn
She is beautiful
Unbreakable
Her determination knows no bounds
She keeps her past as learning
The present,
She labours in full force
When her world collapses
She cries diamond rain
Sinker
He wears a chain of romance around his neck
They closed each heart shaped padlock and threw the key to the river
After many broken promises and cold campfires
Eventually the weight of the chain sank him down the river
He laid unrest with dead romance around his neck
and keys scattered around him
Giving Up
Time slipped faster than
thoughts I could catch
Between the lighter flame
and the last ember of the cigarette
my mind fired rounds of blanks
I wondered if time held its integrity
or served a meaningless purpose
Either way
I am more wasteful
and careless
Wo(man)
The Living Poetry word prompt – north, return, woman
They say
A woman is a man’s north star
She guides him home in the darkest night
They alao say
A man’s chest is a woman’s house
She wanders around her whole life
until she returns to mend his brokenness
An Ardent Admirer
It will make me happier to see you than read your poems. However it will give me more joy to watch you writing poems than see you.
Do I keep dreaming to see you or settle for the reality that you are happily doing what you love?
Writer’s notes:
This is an interpretation of Jun’s poem written in Chinese.
见诗的快乐不如见你的快乐。
见你的快乐不如见你写诗的快乐。
哪一种快乐去梦里?
哪一种快乐到现实？
A Half Winter Sonnet
In response to The Living Poetry prompt – Summer/Winter, I produced a half sonnet. The reason I called it half is because I managed 7 lines, 10 syllabus each line, with no iambic pentameter or rhyme. 🤪
You came in the deep of the darkest night
The leaves stripped off the trees by violence
You sealed their fate with humiliation
Snow white wedding gown on threadbare body
The bride weeped bitterly in her slender
Larmenting her beauty taken by you
Your treacherous hands ruined the most pure
Flicker of Thoughts 