Category Archives: Lyrical

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: Unrequited

This night I search for the folder in yellow,
where I kept all your photographs in silence.
In this state, I’ve lost my balance and human touch,
Blankness is the only word that sends your face traveling.

I sit with my typewriter along the movable bridge,
At one of the sections, reminding me of her silhouette,
The bridge’s name and hers – I capitalized them in mind;
F-O-R-E-V-E-R always beyond my reach.

Because of you I have to begin with a fresh chapter,
Whether or not I will hear from you
again; whether I have a chance to see you
The best would probably to bury this love within.

One day, you’ll find a letter unopened; unsealed
One day, you may or may not remember me
One day out of nowhere, your arms find its way to me
telling me that you still want me

and that I will reply by bringing you closer,
kissing you and never to have let you go;
Until then your absence only makes this heart
grows evermore fonder.

Lyrical Poetry: Finest Keeper

Sipping Vodka on this old piano,
Flickering lashes upon our lips,
Going side by side along the pole,
Roses are meant for damsel in distress,
Have you been sending me a lot lately?

Enjoy flirting with these melodies,
I scent our dangerous love,
Let them fall upon us come what may,
You hold the key to my scar,
Unlock it — tell me what I should learn from.

Fumbling happiness on a Russian Roulette,
Trapped within her labyrinth,
Flipping love and paper cutting my thumb,
Are you the one I call home?
There you are; holding my hand with courage.

Lyrical Poetry: Itching For Love

Walking under the rain tonight,
Back to the night you left me,
Unable to reach out to you,
My arms shiver; unreachable.

Here the cramps are making its rounding,
Like we’ve returned to the basic,
After all have been drenched and over with,
But my soul’s not for you to share.

Brokenness I’ve gotten it sedated,
Emptiness that I shall not give a damn,
If I’m lonely I can start the game,
But I won’t hurt anyone like you did.

Press the button, I’ve gone unnoticed,
It’s only for a while I’m caught up,
Let me deal with my grief like I should,
Shutting down doesn’t mean that’s the end.

This will never be the same,
An open wound in the public name,
I’ve itched for this kind of fear,
Never be afraid for what you want from me.

Lyrical Poem: No Promises

Hold me now, I’m free-falling
So many I want to say to you
You keep pushing me away
Pretend that I’m okay but I’m not.

They say you’re no good for me
I deserve a better candidate
Sit down and think of our good times
Heart’s beating when I’m not supposed to.

One look, and I melt like an ice-cream
Missing your voice and that sweet smile
Promises gone astray like milky venom
Who says everything will be the same, again?

Deep within my heart
Am repeating the daily routine
If I’m a coy to trick and no treat,
Why wasting coffee and cheap talks?

Baby, I should be up and going
No loitering in the dark circle
Eating me alive like parasites
Good in disguising. I’ve forgiven you
for what you have done to me.

Lyrical Poem: All Said And Done

Looking in I’m closing up,
Something I confess from within,
At twelve midnight I’ve decided
to let go without any addiction.

Shake me up but I will be fine,
I will give you my last word to define
That there’s nothing worth fighting for
Life goes on without any blaming core.

I cry at night, to realise you’re gone,
This denied love shall never flourish,
That one fine day this heart shall perish
Dancing to the moonlight turns me on.

Am overloaded
in an exploding mode
Careful with that remote control
Fragility to handle before any pointing fingers.

Looking in I will be fine
With you I didn’t lose anything
I’ve befriended fantasy,
His love’s at large and comforting.

Poem: Unbroken Valentine

You sing me French lullabies
My unbroken valentine
Bid no goodbye only welcoming
you into my world. From this moment
setting it accurately. No more a stranger

in you, I see sunshine in the twilight
within me, you find it hard to stop talking
Rooftop images of portobello mushroom
The galaxy beyond Rainbow No. Seven
Nearer than a friend, I am not yet a lover

You burned the coffee reading script
Abrasion on your delicate membrane
My lips will unfold the cure you need
Whispering love beneath your breath
Almost a lover, not yet partners-

in-crime that you can summon me
to your Victorian bed. Renaissance is your
middle name. No ocean of broken glass
Feeling naked when you’re beside me
You touch my hand and I come alive.

We still have a long journey
Within them, a curse to continue this romance
Into your eyes I see us taking slow
Standing before you, a struggling writer holding
a basket of walking denial

Your devotion, sheltering my fear
I shiver and cry when your lips on mine.
Our relationship is no cherry ice-cream
Press no forevermore hanging vanilla sky
Chinese spinning wheel shortage of cotton candy

You sing French nursery rhyme on my birthday
The shattered heart I once held hard
Give him a try
The little voice said to me.

Yangsze Choo

Likes to eat and read

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

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Poetry by Pooja Alok

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Keeping Cantonese alive in Norway

Graham Lawrence

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Sincerely, Shalom

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