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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…

Poem: Skin Deep

Ode to this beat of my heart,
My fingers move beyond my grip,
Wide awake and stroking love,
Tasting sweetness in salty tears,
Oh, so comfortable this affection
I have — down to this beautiful stranger.
Your voice and that deep breathing,
Close my eyes and let it go,
A mere touch will never be enough,
Take it slow; take it all with you.

Micropoetry #55

God has chosen a lover for me,
He said we have to learn
to respect one another
turning hatred into love
inconsideration into understanding
To love endlessly
even when the flower has faded
and when the rose garden is in drought
Until death do both of us part
But one of us
is waiting for either of us
on the beautiful shore by the waterfall

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 #20

There’ll come a day, where
We don’t need an X-Ray.
Because our heart
is made of syllabus.
Seems like we’ve known each other
long before we met.

Micropoetry #19

Dear my love, I heart the moment
when you come home, where
I’ll hop into your arms, and
My lips are on yours,
while you’re touching my face.

Poem: Colour Of Promises

Black happiness in my eyes,
Red leather smothering sky,
Love saves the best for us,
Women from Venus; while
Men are from Mars.

Paradise conquering charm
exclusively for roses and cello.
Silence within two minds
climbing the higher tide.

Lemon swirling by the cherry top,
Counting stars in little frequency,
At the bar table I intend to hop
building dreams in one man’s rampancy.

Poem: The Cure

Melodies in your eyes,
Somewhere over the rainbow I’ll find,
Looking in ’til I’m blind,
Take good care of my tears

in between Mother Nature and you.
Ebony and ivory keys are playing
at the back of my mind. No fame & fortune
only the price carrying innocent

molecules going wild
in the heart once so shy.
Say you will be mine,
You will know the right time.

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

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