#Quoteshare


“We can never forget that everything that Hitler did in Germany was ‘legal,’ and everything the Hungarian freedom fighters did was ‘illegal.’
It was ‘illegal’ to aid and comfort a Jew in Hitler’s Germany, but I am sure that if I lived in Germany during that time I would have comforted my Jewish brothers even though it was illegal…
we who engage in non-violent direct action are not creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface the hidden tension that is already alive”.

– Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Humiliation


She receives everyone’s pity
like holding out her hands
to collect the winter rain

Worthlessness saturates her being
sending chills to her bones

The Ocean Speaks in Waves

The ocean is a magician
She gravitates our attention
A little wave dance
bonds us in laughter
It melts away the invisible gap
two generations are standing on
The language of the deep blue
strings our hearts
into a single beat

Failed Attempt

The Living Poetry February visual prompt

I was so naiive
Rush to comfort you
Like a tiny Band-Aid
Assuming love mends all
Didn’t realise
I was pouring love
into a bottomless crack

I did a guest post

I have done a guest post at Brother Benjamin’s Campfire on a somewhat controversial topic. If you would like to visit to check it out link is here:

Résumé

Pas Ce Soir

Friday night
the city becomes alive

She touches up her red lips
just in time for the stranger’s arrival

The conversation between them are smooth
gliding over her Persian blue silk blouse
and his flattering compliment

His fingertips casually strike out thermal waves
with each intentional brush of her arm

It’s getting beyond cosy warm there
and his scent smells late night passion
He moves closer and whispers desire in her ear

Confronted by his tempting invitation
she pinches herself hard
leaving a mark on her inner thigh
where wild nights used to overstay
and never had the courtesy to pay her with respect

She remembers all that devastating aftermath
So she leans over and whispers to him
“Pas Ce Soir”

Restoration

I have been enjoying jigsaw puzzle again. This is one of the jigsaw puzzles I completed recently. From the experience, this poem was created.

It was beautifully whole
A sudden storm broke it into pieces
I could only make out the outline
While the foundation was crushed

Tracking the fragments by their edgy shapes
my unskilled hands perform no miracles
The only hope in restoration lies in time only
It is the time I invest in patiently
which bonds the shattered reality
and make it whole again

And now the beauty is in
both the holder and the beholder

Summer Holiday

Thirroul Beach, NSW Australia

You used to live by the sea
free like a dandelion
wild like a daisy field

I drove the winding roads
with the car windows down
let the summer sun bite my arm

We picked seashells
like little kids
buried each other in hot sand

We dipped Tim Tam biscuits
in black tea with soy milk
read books to each other

We curled up by the campfire
listened to James Blunt
ate barbecued marshmallows

That was the summer holiday
I spent visiting you
before you left the sea