River

Living Poetry prompt – River

I wanted to be a lake
But you made me a river
Passion gushed from my sanctuary
Earnestly flowed toward you

You were an island
But I wanted you to be a raft
I was so far gone with my mind
incapable of being tied down

My tears broke the flood gate
Forever gone with the stream

See And Seeing Not

She doesn’t want to be seen
covering herself
with piercings
and dark eyeliner

He sees her quiet wit
That’s how
a blind man
falls in love

Stop Revive Survive

No doesn’t always mean
I Don’t want to
It means
I can’t right now

Timing is everything
It’s ok to say no

The world shouldn’t
panalise you
just because
you put yourself first
instead of being the giver
keeps on giving
without reservation

It’s ok to say no
Self preservation gives space
to restore, rejuvenate
and be a more cheerful giver

Love one another
Self love comes first
for the benefit of
loving others

Queen of The Night

The overwhelming sillage
is a reminder
of your presence
like the queen of the night
in the garden
keep blooming
in my dreams

I bury my nose
in the musky pillow
the base note
of your perfume
Memory is such a
torturous ghost

I can’t wait for
the light to wilt
all these illusions
into scentless buds

Before Sunrise

Long Reef lookout, Sydney, Australia


I watch these two
before Sunrise

Knowing my father
values my son’s company
more than the glorious sun
He is an old man
seen many sunrises

My son
for the first time
experiences the magnificence
of a new day
with his favourite person

I love watching sunrise
But my eyes
cannot move pass
the love between them
They are worth
missing the sunrise for

Happy Birthday


Happy birthday
The world is a better place
because you are in it

Blow candles
wish a future without worries
Cut cakes
into seven slicers
like the footprints of your books

Happy many birthdays
You’ll see your children grow up
and experience the joy of your grandchildren

I’ll always think of you
on your birthday
you once lit up my world
The night sky is glorious
because of you

Soldier on

Living Poetry prompt writing – Waste Land


The city is stirred to uncertainty
among concrete slabs
and slate stones

Gray is the mood
mixing with false Hope
of a human Messiah
clothed in eloquent speech
and charisma

Change births no life
autumn leaves bring on doom
Yet, we are still hopeful
knowing the joy of spring

The vision of new life
and growth
gives us the strength
to plough through the wasteland

Mossward (Greensward)

Spring is contagious
breaking out in mossward

Blessings in Disguise

I used to hate exercising in the gym
totally intimidated by all the toned and beautiful figures

Nowadays I don’t mind at all
with my eyesight getting worse
I don’t feel at all intimidated by blobs of blur