Poets are like clowns sometimes
We painted beauty out of wasteland
Clowns expressed humour from despair Sometimes
The miracles of love
let’s look up to the sky
to count the miracles of love
before the meteor shower
how love made us
soared among the avalanche
swam in a whirlpool of clouds
poured out composition of
distinctive colour contrasts
from a desolate interior
created masterpieces that
transcend emotions and impact
with buzzing noises
smiled brightly in monochromatic suffering
wept deeply for the oppressed in our triumph
love is boundless
even the shooting stars are
no match for her
Light
when I see your face
my soul sparkles through the crescents
to absorb the mirror image of yours
my wrinkles flee from the past
to foretell the future
when I see your face
my darkest days are merely inconvenience
like a cup of ill-made coffee
my ailing body is just an excuse
to curl up next to you
when I see your face
the world around me dims
to a backdrop of the milky way
when I see your face
Nature
Photo taken by Cassa Bassa at Crosslands Reserve, Sydney, Australia
The tortoise and the hare
born lacking of a physique for speed
sloth looking
agreed to a race with
a born to run anxious jumpy stick
winning the race was
not by luck
nor by strategy
purely by being one’s self
failure is not guaranteed
to realise that is
an identity affirmation
success is not guaranteed
to accept that is
an achievement in itself
Life’s highs and lows
an empty plastic bag
danced in the wind
Fouetté, Grand Jeté, Plié
took a bow
blown away
hung on the tip of a mast
sailed towards sunset horizon
with a distended belly
rolled away
whiplashed by ocean waves
deflated under the
anaemic moon
drifted off
Erotica
Earnest
Reading
Of
Tantalising
Imagination
Creates
Arousal
String of pearls
green bubbles
beat down to cover
the arid ground
infuse the desert
with the scent of
cinnamon
the crown of
an african queen
admirable in distance
poisonous to the touch
(Pic from succulentsandmore.com)
Caffeineaholic
every morning
you are my first thought
to guide my eyes open
your aromour is like
the genie
twirling out of the bottle
to fulfil my wishes
I get my hopes up
throughout the day
just like
most of the modern medicines
camouflage the symptoms
but cure nothing
I am hyped up
to watch myself
crashing in the margin of
a rollercoaster ride
An Angel
To our Baby Danielle on 6th September 2015
Surprisingly you came and surprisingly you went.
We didn’t get to meet you in the sunlight.
It’s comforting to know
our Heavenly Father keeps you
close to Himself as a gift which
He freely gives and freely takes away.
We love you Baby Danielle!
You are always safe in the palm of His hand.
Flicker of Thoughts 