Sexy lingerie
is the kindling
disintegrating into
the furnace of passion
To buy
or not to buy
Our Time
We live in
an individualistic era
of the contemporary world
We idolise self
iPhone
ME Bank
selfie
me
me
me
more me
super dose of
ME
Ironically
we are in identity crisis
We neither know
who we are
or why we are
who we are
We constantly
think about
to be
or not to be
Everything is about
mind and mood
Everybody needs
a psychologist
We are shut out
of the world
that we so desperately
want to
and need to
belong to
The continue blurring
of moral codes
and exaggerating need
for individual rights
We are destined to
self destructions
The question is
When?
Ready Or Not
Girlie On The Edge Six Sentence Story prompt – Visa
It’s been five whole years since they last talked.
The pandemic lockdown broke them apart, and the need for companion snuffled the remanence of love.
Living with stage four cancer turned her world upside-down, priority of life, things that truly matter and making amends were all she could think of in every waking moment.
She stocked up in medicications, purchased a plane ticket, got a visa approval, and said goodbye to her loved ones, in case she doesn’t make it back home after the trip.
The same driver way, the same door, the same smell of the garden, and the same bird songs, all these were so familiar, but it’s a gamble, she wasn’t really sure if he still lives there, and it felt like centuries have passed before she worked up the courage to knock at the door.
The door opened and a young woman was looking at her, then called out her name, ‘Dad took his own life two months ago, we are here to tidy up his house for sale, would you like to come in?’
Bio
I thought writing a bio would be an easy task
Surely I can fill half a page about me
What would the reader want to know about me
What part of me that I’m willing to share
What is the connection between me and my writing
Should it be humourous
Should I just wing it
Am I overthinking
2022 Review
I have been hearing from co-workers, friends and relatives that they can’t wait for 2022 to end. I understand that to many, 2022 has been a year of readjusting after the world opened up.
Personally, I have found 2022 a bitter sweet year for me. For most part it has been filled with the blessing of orderly and ordinary life. I have been in good health; work has been challenging but fruitful; relationship and friendship are positive; more importantly, spiritual life is healthy and maturing. These are all the sweets.
The bitter portion lies in some colleagues were terminated from employment due to unjabbed from the mandatory COVID vaccines. These same colleagues who put their hands up to work through the first lockdown, to hold the fort, to maintain service to our customers while others stayed home to avoid getting infected. I missed the chance to say goodbye to them. Part of me know that they are doing well because they are people of principle and of faith. I had the fortune to work with them and I miss them.
2023 is looking like a fruitful year for me. A couple of my submissions got accepted for publishing early in the year. I am also getting a collection of micro fiction published, plus a painting and poetry collection (in collaboration with an Australian painter) is in final version.
Thank you, my readers and friends, for your support by reading, liking and interacting with me on this platform. You truly encourage and inspire me to continue to write poetry and micro stories. I wish you a 2023 filled with exceeding joy.
Love and respect,
Cassa Bassa
Content
I’d have loved a plantation of bamboo
to shield me from the rough weather
and chaos of the world
But I’m content with a little blue clump
shooting up narrow leaves on skinny legs
A cup of tea
a good book
for great company
Life is full
The Decline of Loneliness
This poem is dedicated to readers who are feeling lonely, depressed and hopeless. You have strength left in you to reach out, to dial the number and say ‘I’m not ok’.
the crowded room
is suffocating
comprehension of conversation
is fading
nodding
avoiding eye contcact
diminishing in chatter
and laughter
party is over
quick
shut the door
make myself small
curl up in a ball
sleep is not coming
live life vicariously
through social feeds
play some music
read some poetry
fighting loneliness
alone
the morning sun
is way too bright
red eyed
sallow skin
coffee tastes bland
not hungry
lack of will
to face the day
should check the mailbox
someone may wave
smile
and says Hi
it’s so worth getting up
step out
to see
hear
and
feel again
the door is locked
two metres is too far away
my will is too short-lived
rescue is too distant
drowning further down
into the whirlpool
of nothingness
on Boxing Day
The Truth Lost in the Mad Season
Apparently
calls to Lifeline
during Christmas
dramatically increased
One in three people reported
that they were lonely
We tend to
think about Christmas
as gift giving
family gathering
holiday planning
What if
you are all alone
and get fed these lies
What if
no one has told you
that Christmas is not
just about a saviour was born
because a lonely person thinks
so what that Jesus’ born
What if
someone tells you
that God so loved us
He sent His beloved Son
to earth
born and raised
in human form
Jesus lived among humans
and suffered a terrible death
for crimes He didn’t commit
to exchange for
things we did wrong
people we hurt
for a fresh start
for all of us
even the really bad guys
Christmas is about hope
the hope of
a life long friendship
with Jesus
the hope for
a fresh start
the hope of
being immensely loved
by God
Out of Place
The adductor
in the gym
makes me think of
right move
wrong place
Cross Path
I thought I saw a glimpse of you
My heart raced like a train wreck
My body temperature turned icy
like a snowman had no legs to run
Before my mind could encapsulate
you dissapeared in the crowded street
like an out of focus storyline
Flicker of Thoughts 