Monthly Archives: August 2013

Poem: The Unknown (III)

My unscrupulous lover thought I’ve gone crazy,
When I insisted he brought my camera for photos development,
He said they were all been exposed to sunlight,
Fortunately, I’ve developed another photo of you,
Full-portrait with faux fur vest; half-naked!

Poem: Bolster

Caressing you into my dream
You came alive by the stream
Dressed like Lincoln by the Clockwork Steam
Your arms around me like tentacles cream
Kissing me, sweet and yet, dimmed –

Can’t wait for midnight; you and I
Pouring all my sadness tonight
Sharing happiness within our sight
On the bed; our home you’re the kind
How I wish you are my Mister Right?

Poem: The Unknown (II)

(i)

We’ve met before ten years ago,
I stood three rows away from you,
You looked my way but no expression,
I was with my unscrupulous lover,
We then fast forward to present.

(ii)

You’re well-known and prolific,
I’m in the boulevard of struggling dream,
‘Be patient with steadfastness’, you said.
I will not give up this, not a chance,
Wondering will we ever met, face-to-face.

Poem: Measure

Falling for you am I to blame?
Lying beside you do I feel the pain?
Perchance there’s no happy ending,
Then should I give us up?

Falling for you is this the right move?
If you’re not willing to take this,
how can we measure the depth of ours?
Thinking of us I am burning myself.

That moment when I’ve given up my life,
Only I want you to be safe with me,
It doesn’t matter if we were to start anew.
For as long as I have a path with you.

The future is hard to predict,
The road may seem less travelled; forward,
I will not let you fight the oughts alone,
I promise to stay if you trust me.

Shall we go to a place where nobody knows us?
Not by chance; destined to be with you,
I was born for you – your Eve; your rib,
In another life, I still want to be us.

Poem: Exhibition

They came to town for a reason,
To see the girl in glass coffin this season,
She’s not in comatose – her mission,
for him to take her away – his compassion,
They’ll elope; away without ransom.

Poem: Fever

‘Have we met before? Pardon me;
I just had a fever that wiped most of my memory.’

“Can we be together? Excuse me;
I had a blood clot that may constitute amnesia anytime.”

Let’s start this feverish romance before we forget each other
by imprint it in our heart instead.

Poem: Niagara Falls

Confessing my love by yelling his name,
Knowingly I shall never bring myself to shame,
Saying aloud, my heart isn’t to tame,
You turn around, thinking it’s lame,
Too bad, you’re to be damned!

Yangsze Choo

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Sincerely, Shalom

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