I was born of murk
you believed in me
with your unwavering love
I stand tall in the storm
rise sacred and pure
Lotus
Janis
Janis
you were different
from the folks in Port Arthur
the industrial steam
did not offer you
freedom of creation
Janis
your heart was dying
from the lack of belonging
they laughed at you
for your pioneer expression
they rejected you
for your diamond sparks
Janis
you dimmed your light
by being mellow
if you didn’t
they would fall with
hostile cuss
Janis
you were a firecracker
short lived
a fulfilled life in explosion
the world paid attention to
who you are
Ageless
when we were little
we kissed
then spat on the ground
where a seed was buried
hoped a tree would grow
when we were parents
we spat venom at each other
hoped our children
would grow unaffected
when we were old
we spat the dummy at our children
hoped they didn’t notice
we have been toddlers in nappies
all through our life
hoped no one would ever
point a finger at us
the terrible twos
Celebrity
desire is pulsating from
his hungry eyes
the intensed emerald orbs
are like lasers
piercing through
her protective aura
she is fearful of
the rawness of his passion
frighten of her vulnerabity
under the naked eye
she puts out the cigarette
retrieves to her carriage
where the billboard is out of sight
she covers her flushed décolletage
with the scarf
clears her throat
and continues to read
to her husband who
lost his eye sight
in a recent car accident
Forest child – The Green Collection
he is quiet and reserved
enjoys the company of
trees and wild plants
birds and insects
are his family
he tells the time
by the shadows of the woods
he knows danger
by its sound
he nurtures his soul
by going deeper and deeper
into the forest
he wears moonlight
dances by the fire
sings over the wildflowers
sleeps in the cradle of
the jungle
he is a forest child
full of vitality
harmony
and
enigma
Please don’t hate me…
Between commitment
there is time in a day
there are days in a time
we find ourselves
in between commitment
a cup of tea
butter the sky
listen to the birds’ gossips
drift to here and there
enjoy the me time
many mugs of coffee
painted all moods of the sky
witnessed the birds’ territory battles
trapped in the gap of in between
enduring the sorrow of
going no where
Shamrock – The Green Collection
Make your home in me
Father Son and the Spirit
We are bound in one
You promised You are for us
Who will be against us now
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
Flicker of Thoughts 