Category: Poetry collection

Our tree Cameron – The Green Collection

Cameron has been witnessing
generations of
love and betrayal
joy and violence
secrets and parades
on this family farm

Cameron has been through
all these moments
with our ancestors
Cameron does not shy away
I bet
Cameron is not going to

Cameron has been
providing us with
a safe place for
our first kiss
our first heartbreak
our first family picnic
our first fued
our first wedding
our first unfaithfulness
our first birthday
our first burial

Cameron stays with
all of us
as long as
the sun shines
the rain waters
the wind dances
the snow crowns

I often think
will I still see Cameron
from heavens above

Is green really green? – The Green Collection

we rush to write about
the splendid of Spring
its full spectrum of colours
on grand display
from baby vomit yellow
to celestial blue

we point out in babbles
the full suite of green
dazzling reds and
pretty pinks

the spring festival
in the botanical garden
is so exhilarating

there is a sweaty little boy
trying his hardest to figure out
where did the flowers go
while all the other kids
waving their fingers at the hay stack

no one
there is no one
detects his vision deficiency

Unknown – The Green Collection

I start tapping
not knowing where this poem will end
like
sowing seeds to the ground
not knowing it will thrive into
a luscious green carpet lawn
or
a savage weed patch

We started this journey together
with
unknown curiosity
unquenchable thirst
not knowing how it will unfold
another Merlot gone sour
or
a dark chocolate strawberry fondue
slowly melting
enticing for more
and more

Too much Zen – The Green Collection

shaven head
unshaven face
in lotus zazen
watching
the bamboos grow
in saturated rain
agarwood incense
burning
in smoke of
sanctification

desire is fading
memory is fleeting
pain is dwindling
weightless
emptiness
feelingless

nothing is lacking
nothingness is blissful
mindless mad monkey
shaven head
unshaven face
in lotus zazen
watching
the world go by

too much Zen
in one day

Too little too much – The Green Collection

the garden was dry
too little rain
the rain came
too much of it
too little care
for it
it rotted the garden

she was unattended
too little touch
he came
too much passion
too little care
for her
he suffocated her

V – Kiss Collection

The morning sun mantles
the ivy-twined house

Her face meets his warmth
and yet is still too early
for the piecing shards
to lance her umber orbs

Her craving lips part to
drink in all his affection

The lone house shimmers
in the sun-poured adoration

IV – Kiss Collection

Cinnamon kisses are sweet at dawn
after an exotic night play
The remnant of the tangled souls
swirls like earthy warm smoke
infuses the haze cool morning

Kylie – The Friendship Collection

whenever I meet a psychologist
I feel uneasey about being psychoanalysed
especially you do that to inmates
I was on my best behaviour
until you cracked jokes
and shared about your missionary trip

sharing the same birthday
is no coincidence
you are the impeccable psycho psych
I am the airy fairy day dreamer
there is nothing we hide from each other
over 2 glasses of wine

Lan – The Friendship Collection

back to back interviews
6 had been done and my brain screamed exhaustion
there is always something about the number 7
there you were
professionally groomed
impeccable performance
a shining young talent
with a compassionate heart
respect from a perfectionist to another
since day dot

I have never told you I admire
your earnest effort put in speed dating
I have never told you I am grateful
you accepted my machine gun bullets no filter comments
I always remember I told you
Benny is a crossbreed
while Milo is a border collie
I have never shared with you
I cherish our friendship beyond
the dog park and coffee catchups

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Nads – The Friendship Collection

fishnet stockings, denim skirt,
checkered shirt and an enthusiastic smile
wherever she goes she takes a fun house with her
others are living the life
she is life itself

on a park bench we lazed about to share
vino rosso e formaggio
watching the blanket of flying foxes take off
to forage for food at dusk
she converted me to a Sydneysider