Monthly Archives: October 2014

Poem: Natural

A smile upon my face,
Knowingly you’re beside me,
Will not be lonely; not anymore;
tossing and turning on this large bed,
Dancing fingertips on my skin —

You’re blowing bubble gum
in this unlimited summer,
while I am melting chocolate
in the pot. We plan to play
fondue in front of our unborn children.

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Poem: One Hundred Days

Velvet sky of disclosure,
We have been two-thousand
and four-hundred hours apart,
Scars are so brand new, still —
I have been breathing hard
lately. Only then I learn to be
stronger, like I have promised you
before your last breath that I will
never give up. Never for Mama and myself —
I will not cry the same tears,
But it will be of different taste. Someday
another new chapter
when a vow is exchanged
with the One who loves me. —

Poem: Ode To My Love

He caused her disappointment
for his own indulgence and charm,
Angel’s beneath the closed doors,
Her eyes are swollen
like a soul trafficker China-doll.

Hello there beloved missing piece,
I am knocking on Heaven’s door
to see and feel you once again,
Words that are yet to confess,
I pray we shall meet in my sleep.

Mascara keeps me awake,
Concealer gives me confidence,
The world’s my stage to conquer,
I am safe in my own skin,
With or without Kabuki painting.

This poem was written for International Friendship Day, published on Facebook.

Micropoetry #50

Lay me down between
the North and Downtown of
Vancouver with eyes wide open,
while I’m breathing you
by the Lion’s Gate Bridge,
Mouths locking; deeply
when I say ‘I Do’ to you.

Micropoetry #49

Love silently for yesterday’s history,
Kiss endlessly; our tomorrow’s mystery,
Live in this present and cherish it,
For you only live once; rat-racing’s short.

Micropoetry #48

You come with the rain to this cruel world,
You found me through the midnight curl,
I am safe and sound married to fantasy,
We’ve tantalized the realm of ecstasy.

Micropoetry #47

Green tea latte on my lips,
You’re a bone-cracking; a lunatic
in the world so real but this could
cripple your fantasy when someone’s
talking about you;
about me and then us —
Ain’t it fun if we were together again,
Despite the differences that
had drifted us since yesterday —

Yangsze Choo

Likes to eat and read

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“Trusting God turns the deepest crisis into the highest praise.”

Random Musings

Poetry by Pooja Alok

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Keeping Cantonese alive in Norway

Graham Lawrence

Publisher, Editor, Teacher, Trainer, Designer and Educational Administrator

Sincerely, Shalom

我除了與我的根重新連結, 也種植我的新生活。

My Hong Kong Husband

Third culture wife: Polish girl married to a Hongkonger, fresh off the airplane in Ireland. AMWF, lifestyle, culture, food, Asian fashion and a little bit of Cantonese

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