Category Archives: Wish

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 –

Poem: Taste Bud

His lips —
I will swim
in the pool and
shall sink further.
His arms —
send forth the most
lunatic tattoos.
His fingers —
are like my lollipops;
His touch —
that I wish it would
linger on the nakedness;
underneath and inside-out.
His scent —
in the name of mascara
and eye-liner, while my shadow
is lap-dancing for
His eyes
ONLY

Poem: Bleeding Heart

I saw both of you
She’s carrying your flesh and blood

You chose to let me go
because of my descent

She has charming green eyes
strands and streaks of blonde

A cheater for employment
before she met you

Silky faux leopard toga
No bra; unleavened breasts

An infant named John Doe
shading him from the media spotlight

Laughter storming in
dining at her favourite Italian restaurant

Home at NYC Upper Manhattan
Central Park and Hudson River

I wish you both well
My heart of sincerity

But inside I bleed
for she is the luckiest bitch

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: The Unknown (III)

My unscrupulous lover thought I’ve gone crazy,
When I insisted he brought my camera for photos development,
He said they were all been exposed to sunlight,
Fortunately, I’ve developed another photo of you,
Full-portrait with faux fur vest; half-naked!

Poem: Bolster

Caressing you into my dream
You came alive by the stream
Dressed like Lincoln by the Clockwork Steam
Your arms around me like tentacles cream
Kissing me, sweet and yet, dimmed –

Can’t wait for midnight; you and I
Pouring all my sadness tonight
Sharing happiness within our sight
On the bed; our home you’re the kind
How I wish you are my Mister Right?

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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