Category Archives: Pain

Poem: Anniversary II

I asked him what’s the purpose of the maple leaf,
in a spur of moment. He grinned, I didn’t utter a word.
Instead, he asked me to go ahead and laugh.
He doesn’t mind. Most people think collecting maple
leaves being ridiculous and gay.

Coincidentally, we stayed in the same hostel,
but in a different dormitory. He insisted to treat
me breakfast the next day. Tim Hortons was two blocks away.

We walked in, there was a couple
sitting opposite our direction, who professed his love
to this girl. She asked the boy to prove his love to her?
The boy was perplexed. The girl then began showing her sinister grin.
The boy took the plate of an unfinished sandwich from the next table
and ate it in front of her. While I was disgusted by this sick joke,
he whispered. “Look at how romantic those lovebirds are.”

During dinner, he ate like a glutton and then drank himself away,
digesting bottles after bottles of alcoholic fermented malt.
We spent a night at the Waterfront Station,
sleeping on the bench. As we were on our way back to the hostel,
the only word he said was I’m sorry.

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Poem: Worthwhile Destiny

You left me because I’m sick
You love her because she’s pretty
I’ve found me after you’ve parted
Now I know what’s my worth

You left me so I can start a new chapter
You love her so she can carry your baby
I have to keep going to become stronger
I was born to this; to tell a story of me

She left you because you’re clingy
She loves you because of your gold
I’m glad I have nothing to do with this
Now God has a better plan for me to strive

I’ve kept my head held up high
My world is different from others
But you are not accepted in this
For you don’t know what you’re worth

I’ve drank morphine like a glass of wine
I’ve drove to the barricade of the deepest slope
I’ve cracked my nerve to compose the best work
‘Til the day I fall, I’ll resurrect with dignity

Poem: September Candle Rose

Another anniversary
Not a celebration
Twelve years a history – unforgotten

I don’t know much about this
I wasn’t there
But I feel the pain they felt

The last second
before their last breath
What were in their head?

No survivors
The escaped without a route
Perished souls buried in debris

No play of reincarnation
Virgil prayers for peaceful rest
Memories engraving tombs

Candle continues burning
in the month of eleventh
Mediums whispering to the dead

Justice served
with the death of uncountable
Photographs gripping tightly

Sons and daughters
Fathers and mothers
Husbands and wives – victims listed

Still celebrating black
Christmas, Valentine’s, Birthdays, Hanukkah
Eyes blinded by tears

Love blossoms
Amongst the affected families
Their portrait tattooed in heart

– – –

Thanks for all your concern. I’m supposed to be on a break. In conjunction with this day that we shouldn’t forget. I’ve written a tribute poem to mark for this day. A day that none of us will forget.

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.

Haiku: Disturbed

I suffer from depression,
They disbelieve and laugh,
They suffered comprehensive malfunction.

Poem: Writer’s Gap (Part I)

Boycott GAP to loosen the gap!
Wear GAP to kill creativity!

Clear the blockage of facet!
Halving cerebral like peaches pie!

Fingers typing lollapalooza!
Split-ends hair takes no pity!

What a ridiculous thought!
The effect of rejection letters!

Hard copies in your mailbox!
The editor said to you!

‘Pass the first submission
kick out in round two deliberation!’

So my work is a pain!
Then why should you write back!

Soft copies inside electronic inbox!
Unless you print it! Why bother!

Collection for your grand-children!
Suckling, discouraging rejections!

Better still! Recycle! Delete!
Feed the sewage underground!

Yangsze Choo

Likes to eat and read

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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