Bart sends out weekly prompts
hunting for prized written arts
Sometimes they return empty
right back in his wanting hand
At times they return a surprise
making his waiting heart sing
Gumboots
I walked the distance under the grey sky
Let the rain quieten my mind
The gumboots you gifted me
were meant to keep me dry
They were love to me
I knocked on your door
waited patiently
You opened eventually
and showed me contempt
Still
I was so glad I came
I couldn’t run away from missing you
But I finally turned away from hatred
Strangely
my steps were lightened
in my water filled gumboots
#songshare – Jealous Guy
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I will have to climb over your heels
before I can reach your kiss of fire
The straight pantyhose line is my guide
Writer’s note: Mr Tips from the V Pub gave me a prompt about lipstick and shoes.
A Funeral for Sperms
Living Poetry July Picture Prompt
Onlookers and passerby gave them the cheers
Some even said congratulations
Little did they know
there goes his vitality into the thin air
Her belly is still flat
and her womb is still empty
2030
This poem was published in Social Justice Inks Anthology by Lisa Tomey’s Prolific Pulse Press, available for purchase on Amazon.
An old woman took her granddaughter to the mall.
She wanted to buy her little girl a lollipop.
The shopkeeper asked her to pay at the facial recognition machine.
She was too poor to own a digital device,
too helpless to be tech savvy,
and she only scraped by using the money in a biscuit tin.
The shopkeeper told her that business could not accept cash payment anymore,
for the public health order said it all.
She pleaded with the shopkeeper saying they were clean and healthy.
All she wanted was a good old days’ reward for her granddaughter.
The little girl looked up to her tear-filled eyes,
“Nana, you are the sweetest thing in the whole wide world,
more than all the lollies in the shop.
Our papa in heaven knows we are clean.
Let’s go and play in the sun!”
Writer’s notes: This poem is about the future of digitised technology and human passport segregate the society and continue to drive vulnerable group of people to be the outcast.
Caged
I read her like a fascinating book.
I look at her as a piece of intriguing art work.
I watch her in a black and white nostalgic movie.
I imagine how she would sound in all her shrinking presence.
Cruelly, you picked her out from the wild
With contempt you isolated her from her family
All for your selfish needs
You gratify from her beauty
You covet her freedom
You punish her for her silence
A songbird gave up her will to survive
Not for a pair of clipped wings
But for a dimming voice
To Keats
This is written based on Living Poetry music prompt.
My bed is soaked in the aftermath of night terrors
My body is weaker than the candle wick
Wisdom sings joyful tunes in my waiting ears
reminding me
God has blessed me with gift and talent
Then why
A young man with an old soul deserves no life
My heart wails like an owl
knowing the night won’t come
My eyes are going blind
knowing the sun won’t rise after dawn
Sorrow is the hemlock I drink up
fade, flake and fly away
自由鱼 He Set Her Free
他说
天上的星星不亮了
因为你带走了光环
他还说
水里的鱼儿自由了
因为你剪断了情丝
可是
我不是很相信他
因为
他每天都漏网捕鱼
他每晚都抬头望星
He says
The stars in the sky are not shining
Because you took away the halo
He also says
The fish in the water are free
Because you cut the love thread
But
I don’t quite believe him
Because
He fishes with a broken net by day
He looks up at the stary sky by night
Pure Heat
Your perfume hits me
before the summer heat
You walk through the door
while peeling off a work day
Your tan skin busies my eyes
through the shower screen
I race toward you
just in time
Before the cooling water cascades down your toned frame
I bury myself in you
unleashing a full day’s longing
Flicker of Thoughts 