Category Archives: Hope

New Venture & New Poetry Journal

First of all, let me apologize for my four months missing in action. Mr Thunder and Ms Rain are on their way, hence, I have to finish this before they found me. Or, if I’m daring enough to write this under their nose (Eek, if they ever have a nose lol)…

I’ve done some manuscript editing and then put it aside cos’ I have something in mind that I have to do, or else it’ll be like a raven crow pecking my head wherever I go.

WanderInkZ Creative Services – I’ve set up this small business venture on Facebook to sell my framed and printed poems, instead of printing them in a chapbook. This is for those who wish to purchase my work individually, of course it’s not as cheap as a chapbook. Having said so, I’ve spent all my time to choose the best photo frame, beautifully designed papers, of which some I designed on my own, using fabric tapes, lace tapes and other ornaments, in order to provide the best and well-decorated artwork…in writing. I’m also taking in personalized poems ordering. This business will also branching into writing motivational poems, poetry editing services and poetry writing workshop. Do check the page out and click a ‘Like’ (truly appreciate that): https://www.facebook.com/wanderinkzCS

ZiggyZag Arms Poetry Journal – It says it all, as a published poet besides volunteering for Eastlit to be part of the editorial board member, I’ve started my own online poetry journal. It aims to publish under-represented and emerging Asian descent poets around the world (even if you’re half Asian, you’re welcome to submit). The publication months are February, April, June, August, October and December. Do check the website: http://ziggyzagarmspoetryjournal.weebly.com. Facebook ‘Like’ us (truly appreciate that): https://www.facebook.com/ziggyzagarmsPJ

Stay tune for more of me and my other baby-ventures…

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Poem: This and Every Other Nights

This heart I had opened to let you in,
Stay with me for as long as you wish,
I can always walk away
but here I am choose to believe.
Though the fear is suffocating,
You cast them all away, I don’t know how
but you did it like no one has ever attempted.

I see our footprints on the sand,
In this leap of faith, I’m with you
to walk the eggshell path,
Our hands and feet are bound,
With memories, these hearts beat aloud.

In the brink of darkness, our tears
eager to weave through a second chance,
It’s all so clear that happiness is ahead of us,
Tomorrow is ours to partake. A toast to every sunrise
and sunset that had surpassed,
count them with our faith and in Him we shall trust.

Poem: Love Revisited

This love is not an obsession
yet difficult to remain conscious
fumbling with insanity,
Like a bird I should hold it with care,
neither too tight, nor too loose
In case the curtain closes;
damage committed –
beyond recognition,
I will let it sink and swim
in this pit-less heart.

They say uninvited love hurts a lifetime,
let him go move on look forward,
The right one will eventually appear;
be patient and persevere
Bear in mind that True Love Waits,
But there’s something no one would resonant:
Once his name has been set in this mind,
will always be as pure as wine,
irreplaceable
Everlasting –

A Lovely Note To My Beautiful People

Dear Beautiful People,

Yours truly is writing this to inform that there WILL NOT BE any poetry update in the month of December. But I will be posting four micro-fiction (Flash fiction) in December on every Friday, instead of fortnightly. So, that’s some bonus for all of us. *smile*

To be honest, I have other priorities – lots of readings to catch up, stories and poetry editing for any up and coming journal submission, plus I have to reply my pen-pals’ letters that I haven’t been doing for quite some time. Hence, please take note this is NOT my retirement from the poetry scene.

I hope everyone will still continue to support my work and me. Over here, I wish all of you an early Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Thank you very much…

Much love & With Utmost Appreciation,
Deborah Wong
xoxo

Poem: Mind Paralysis

Little by little;
dripping ’em in the jar
namely full of hope with no despair,
I can do thousands per day;
while some couldn’t even in a month,
Blame not the weather
that is of porn-interested mentality
Paralyzes —

Poem: Monologue 00.00.006

I don’t come with rain
Though I was born in November
What is there to blame?
Tadpoles breeding in the puddle of mud
hearing my cry of suffocation
Wrapped in surgical white cotton
My contribution to breathe fast
to this world of roaming angels and devils
Never mind the lotion on my skin
Presenting nakedness of foetus scent
Unsure of the purpose to live
Fingers and feet waving
Unknown of the danger I may face
When the time comes I’m blemished
Learn from the worst
Images of insecurity merges
Foes surrounding me, seeking advantage; back-stabbers
Perishing my newborn plumage
I pick up those pieces and start anew
Only then I come whenever rain brings

Poem: Red-Blooded

Rainy October night
Here without you, but
I am safe in my own skin
Protected by a four-squared blanket
The one maternal grandma made (stitched)
of polyester fabrics, rainbow colours; loose and agile
I sleep with the lights OFF
Darkness is consuming, slithering IN
Not afraid, never EVER be frightened
Mental faculty of subhuman
Detour – gone were the days that
I only embraced fear and quivering –
Some matters has overtook my life
Hope is what tomorrow brings
Like a red-blooded woman I’ve become one.

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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