Hopping, hopping home
Koala bear with a smile.
Feet as light as feather,
Heart as bright as day.
Koala bear, hop, hop,
Up and down.
Among the spiky weed,
White fur is torn.
Skin is scratched
But heart is in joy.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
A Letter to the Cloud
Dear Cloud,
You are the most wonderful and perplexing thing that I’ve ever seen. Yet you are so indecisive of yourself that you keep changing your form and mind all the time. Hence, you are a huge contribution to the shifting of my everyday schedule.
Your face is as white as the snow when you are pleased but as dark as the ashes when you are gloomy. Sometimes, you even hide away and let the sun tortures me. I touched you once when I was up on the highland. You wrapped around me like icy cotton, blinded me in the morning mist. When you slowly faded away, you painted a picture of beautiful scenery.
Last time on the plane, I looked out of the window. For the first time, you were floating below me, and I had this urge to jump on you and stay there forever.
How you bring imagination to me whenever I lie on the grass watching you. You will tell stories of a white rabbit in rush of time, knights fighting dragons, Zeus throwing his bolts and monkey riding on clouds.
You are the most wonderful and perplexing thing that I’ve ever seen. Yet you are so indecisive of yourself that you keep changing your form and mind all the time. Hence, you are a huge contribution to the shifting of my everyday schedule.
Your face is as white as the snow when you are pleased but as dark as the ashes when you are gloomy. Sometimes, you even hide away and let the sun tortures me. I touched you once when I was up on the highland. You wrapped around me like icy cotton, blinded me in the morning mist. When you slowly faded away, you painted a picture of beautiful scenery.
Last time on the plane, I looked out of the window. For the first time, you were floating below me, and I had this urge to jump on you and stay there forever.
How you bring imagination to me whenever I lie on the grass watching you. You will tell stories of a white rabbit in rush of time, knights fighting dragons, Zeus throwing his bolts and monkey riding on clouds.
A Letter to the Wind
Dear Mr. Wind,
Glad you’re still around, no matter when you’re in good or bad mood. The sun’s been working extra hard these days, I wonder if he needs money to buy a new hat. I would definitely need one whenever I go out or else I’ll be dyed to brown. So, Mr. Wind, if you see me walking down the street, please do not blow my hat away.
I know you have been kind to me all this while. You never lift my skirt up; but just sway it gently as if I’m dancing like a ballerina. If you still remember, you were the one that flew my kite up to the blue sky. Luke was hopeless; he only made the kite fell back to the ground. Plus, if I feel bored, you will just softly nudge me with your invisible hands.
I understand sometimes you get angry too. It’s all right. I don’t blame you when you rip off my tightly pegged clothes to the next door, or mess with my hair when I’m in my best or kick the sand into my eyes.
I always know where you are although I can’t see you. You are there, when the trees wave, the grass swing and the flowers dance. You are everywhere, everywhere, and everywhere.
I’m going to the beach today, with my kite and Luke. Hope to see you there. You know, I can never count on Luke to fly the kite.
Glad you’re still around, no matter when you’re in good or bad mood. The sun’s been working extra hard these days, I wonder if he needs money to buy a new hat. I would definitely need one whenever I go out or else I’ll be dyed to brown. So, Mr. Wind, if you see me walking down the street, please do not blow my hat away.
I know you have been kind to me all this while. You never lift my skirt up; but just sway it gently as if I’m dancing like a ballerina. If you still remember, you were the one that flew my kite up to the blue sky. Luke was hopeless; he only made the kite fell back to the ground. Plus, if I feel bored, you will just softly nudge me with your invisible hands.
I understand sometimes you get angry too. It’s all right. I don’t blame you when you rip off my tightly pegged clothes to the next door, or mess with my hair when I’m in my best or kick the sand into my eyes.
I always know where you are although I can’t see you. You are there, when the trees wave, the grass swing and the flowers dance. You are everywhere, everywhere, and everywhere.
I’m going to the beach today, with my kite and Luke. Hope to see you there. You know, I can never count on Luke to fly the kite.
A Letter to the Sunflower
Dear Miss Sunflower,
Yesterday, I dreamt about you. You were smiling the whole day like the golden round-faced sun. I wonder, don’t you ever get tired of smiling all the time? You were so glad seeing the sun, as if he is your source of happiness. I’ve never liked the sun, in fact I dreaded him. He makes my skins burnt and my eyes hurt.
Today, a friend of mine gave me stalks of your friends. Holding them in my arms is as if I am embracing the sun. There is no pain and no fear but delight and joy. I look up and see the sun smiling down on me with your friends and I smiling back at him.
Tomorrow, I will run in the fields of sunflowers under the sun. I will lie in the sun till the sun goes home. I will sleep beside the sunflowers until the summer comes to chase us away.
Yesterday, I dreamt about you. You were smiling the whole day like the golden round-faced sun. I wonder, don’t you ever get tired of smiling all the time? You were so glad seeing the sun, as if he is your source of happiness. I’ve never liked the sun, in fact I dreaded him. He makes my skins burnt and my eyes hurt.
Today, a friend of mine gave me stalks of your friends. Holding them in my arms is as if I am embracing the sun. There is no pain and no fear but delight and joy. I look up and see the sun smiling down on me with your friends and I smiling back at him.
Tomorrow, I will run in the fields of sunflowers under the sun. I will lie in the sun till the sun goes home. I will sleep beside the sunflowers until the summer comes to chase us away.
The Moon
Moon of silver bell,
You hang like a round lantern
Taking over the duty of the sun.
You abide us goodnite
And send the twinkling stars
As our eyes in the darkness.
Without you, how dark my path would be!
You hang like a round lantern
Taking over the duty of the sun.
You abide us goodnite
And send the twinkling stars
As our eyes in the darkness.
Without you, how dark my path would be!
Library Marchers
Tune of weariness
played by young girls
as they marched home
from the store of knowledge.
played by young girls
as they marched home
from the store of knowledge.
Birds in the Bottle
I count and count
How many birds in the bottle
One by one they fly away
Until there’s no more in it.
Why won’t they stay a while
Until I finish my counting
The snow can wait
But I live only till summer
How many birds in the bottle
One by one they fly away
Until there’s no more in it.
Why won’t they stay a while
Until I finish my counting
The snow can wait
But I live only till summer
Buttercups
Buttercups of tomorrow
How will you appreciate your short life
As if the sun purposely choose today
Not to do his running an extra mile
When you, my dear little thing
Have hope to breath the air an extra hour longer.
How will you appreciate your short life
As if the sun purposely choose today
Not to do his running an extra mile
When you, my dear little thing
Have hope to breath the air an extra hour longer.
Spring's Homecoming
Spring is yet to come
Birdies, sing the sweet tune
Mr.Sun, show your brilliant smile
And all the blossom of today
Swing to your graceful dance
Let us all Welcome Home spring!
Birdies, sing the sweet tune
Mr.Sun, show your brilliant smile
And all the blossom of today
Swing to your graceful dance
Let us all Welcome Home spring!
A Leaf Ride
I, on the brink of a leaf,
Swirling, floating, whirling,
From the high branch
All the way down to the earth
With the wind as my slide,
I have no fear of bounce landing.
Swirling, floating, whirling,
From the high branch
All the way down to the earth
With the wind as my slide,
I have no fear of bounce landing.
Hana
Hana of spring
How many times have you been here
I barely counted you
You are a lot, a sea
Your perfume drowse me to sleep
Yet I’m so eager falling into you.
How many times have you been here
I barely counted you
You are a lot, a sea
Your perfume drowse me to sleep
Yet I’m so eager falling into you.
Lavender
Lavender,
I smell you this morning.
Sweeter than I thought
The air is filled; with you,
Absorbed into my mind,
Mingling my reality and dream,
As I lost and drown,
In the sea of purplish-mauve.
I smell you this morning.
Sweeter than I thought
The air is filled; with you,
Absorbed into my mind,
Mingling my reality and dream,
As I lost and drown,
In the sea of purplish-mauve.
Twillight In The Island
As the day changes hands with the twilight,
I was lonely, strolling every corner of the city.
Thousands of tall buildings
Standing in front of the long-forgotten mountain
Neither do I remember its name.
They hurl out millions of flickering lights
Gleaming and glittering like the fireflies.
The neon lights have took over the moon’s duty
They shine even brighter and beautiful
And the calm river gladly reflected them on its surface
A gift to an artist full of imagination.
The Penang Bridge doesn’t want to lose too
All the way, tiny lights hanging on to it
Painting my car’s mirror
Accompany me all my way home.
I was lonely, strolling every corner of the city.
Thousands of tall buildings
Standing in front of the long-forgotten mountain
Neither do I remember its name.
They hurl out millions of flickering lights
Gleaming and glittering like the fireflies.
The neon lights have took over the moon’s duty
They shine even brighter and beautiful
And the calm river gladly reflected them on its surface
A gift to an artist full of imagination.
The Penang Bridge doesn’t want to lose too
All the way, tiny lights hanging on to it
Painting my car’s mirror
Accompany me all my way home.
What The Wild Flowers Desire
Someone told me
Wild flowers should be left alone.
Heigh! Lest should anyone believe it
Neither would I surrender.
When my evidence is the talk of flowers.
They’ve long to see the world
To be taken away, to be owned.
Contented they would be,
Lest they’re destined to wither away,
As long as they bring joy
As decoration on a girl’s hair,
Portrait of art in a vase,
All are proof of love.
Wild flowers,
Tell them,
You would rather die in a day
On someone else’s hand
Than to stick to your stem the whole season.
Wild flowers should be left alone.
Heigh! Lest should anyone believe it
Neither would I surrender.
When my evidence is the talk of flowers.
They’ve long to see the world
To be taken away, to be owned.
Contented they would be,
Lest they’re destined to wither away,
As long as they bring joy
As decoration on a girl’s hair,
Portrait of art in a vase,
All are proof of love.
Wild flowers,
Tell them,
You would rather die in a day
On someone else’s hand
Than to stick to your stem the whole season.
The Scarecrow
Today, the bird senses an unusual thing
When above the field she flies over.
Not like usual, she'd swoop down in a flash
Her instinct forbids her, warning her the hidden danger.
Eyeing down the wide plantation,
A stranger stands in the middle, preying,
Motionless, cautious, she knew, reschedules her landing.
The enemy has hired a spy to track her,
To crush her flat to the ground
Like she crunches his grains into tiny sands.
Fight the enemy, she must, so is this stranger
When no hatred emerges between them.
She goes near the stranger with the straw hat;
Down she perches, on the boldest stalk,
Bending the blade to bow to the stranger.
“How do ya do. How do ya do,”
Her shrill voice twitters in the clear air.
The stranger, still, stares gloomily at her.
The bird, escaping her intuition,
Flutters to the shoulder of the stranger.
Another bird flies by, breaking the ice,
“Hey, look, a scarecrow,” to her fellows behind.
When above the field she flies over.
Not like usual, she'd swoop down in a flash
Her instinct forbids her, warning her the hidden danger.
Eyeing down the wide plantation,
A stranger stands in the middle, preying,
Motionless, cautious, she knew, reschedules her landing.
The enemy has hired a spy to track her,
To crush her flat to the ground
Like she crunches his grains into tiny sands.
Fight the enemy, she must, so is this stranger
When no hatred emerges between them.
She goes near the stranger with the straw hat;
Down she perches, on the boldest stalk,
Bending the blade to bow to the stranger.
“How do ya do. How do ya do,”
Her shrill voice twitters in the clear air.
The stranger, still, stares gloomily at her.
The bird, escaping her intuition,
Flutters to the shoulder of the stranger.
Another bird flies by, breaking the ice,
“Hey, look, a scarecrow,” to her fellows behind.
Th Flying Petals
Two yellowish ordinary butterflies,
Tiny, like petals of flowers when they fly
Their wings blow soft wind to the sides
Piercing among the light green leaves of Akasia.
I see them, this morning.
Calm, cloudy day.
I met them, once,
Whitish, in my back yard.
A small square of earth stage.
Where the snake berries blanket it.
They danced gracefully like ballerinas in limelight.
I feared a little for them,
After all, Harlem and Jimmy were there,
Lurking behind the pot of tall cactus.
The garden is their resting place
But not their destination.
I can provide little for them
They provide more to me
A stranger invisible to them
Yet vivid in their mind.
White, yellow, I already seen them,
When will black, blue, green, red or purple I encounter.
I am waiting…
Tiny, like petals of flowers when they fly
Their wings blow soft wind to the sides
Piercing among the light green leaves of Akasia.
I see them, this morning.
Calm, cloudy day.
I met them, once,
Whitish, in my back yard.
A small square of earth stage.
Where the snake berries blanket it.
They danced gracefully like ballerinas in limelight.
I feared a little for them,
After all, Harlem and Jimmy were there,
Lurking behind the pot of tall cactus.
The garden is their resting place
But not their destination.
I can provide little for them
They provide more to me
A stranger invisible to them
Yet vivid in their mind.
White, yellow, I already seen them,
When will black, blue, green, red or purple I encounter.
I am waiting…
To You
Your wondering expression
eyes as wide as the windows
that lead the way to the ocean.
Your shimmering smile
mouth as curvy as the bright moon
that appear in the dark night.
eyes as wide as the windows
that lead the way to the ocean.
Your shimmering smile
mouth as curvy as the bright moon
that appear in the dark night.
My Memory2
The morning has gone
I know the stars are waiting
When sun no more on this earth
Twinkling as diamonds they will be.
I know the stars are waiting
When sun no more on this earth
Twinkling as diamonds they will be.
Lonely Me
Darting across the seaweeds,
Is the brilliant angelfish,
Gliding down the rocky mountain,
Is the bold fearless eagle,
Racing across the green meadow,
Is the wild runaway horse.
And dreaming under the cherry tree,
Is the passionate, lonesome me.
Is the brilliant angelfish,
Gliding down the rocky mountain,
Is the bold fearless eagle,
Racing across the green meadow,
Is the wild runaway horse.
And dreaming under the cherry tree,
Is the passionate, lonesome me.
My Memory
Lost, lost in a heap of burden
emerges a string of hope from heaven.
Roam, roam through the green forest
appears a squirrel with hidden nuts.
emerges a string of hope from heaven.
Roam, roam through the green forest
appears a squirrel with hidden nuts.
Mayflower
I missed the Mayflower,
Which I supposed,
My dear old friend,
I give to.
I lost my good old friend,
Whom I supposed,
Mayflower I give,
On her special day.
Which I supposed,
My dear old friend,
I give to.
I lost my good old friend,
Whom I supposed,
Mayflower I give,
On her special day.
The Stairway
Well, here I am,
Resting in the middle of the stairs,
Stroking gently the kitty in my lap.
Where does this stairs lead to,
I wonder, out from the yellow sparse wood.
Bald, the trees are getting day by day,
Answering the call of lonely autumn.
The leaves have gone with the wind
Like my heart has gone with you.
I will continue walking down the stairs,
Leaving the forest, bidding goodbye
To the leaves and autumn
Picking up the feline, knowing well
Spring will bring back the leaves
As you will bring home my heart
Down the stairs I put my feet on
Never intended I turn back.
Resting in the middle of the stairs,
Stroking gently the kitty in my lap.
Where does this stairs lead to,
I wonder, out from the yellow sparse wood.
Bald, the trees are getting day by day,
Answering the call of lonely autumn.
The leaves have gone with the wind
Like my heart has gone with you.
I will continue walking down the stairs,
Leaving the forest, bidding goodbye
To the leaves and autumn
Picking up the feline, knowing well
Spring will bring back the leaves
As you will bring home my heart
Down the stairs I put my feet on
Never intended I turn back.
White Feathers
I see the feathers flying away
crossing my green-paned window
in one late summer afternoon
I watch them swirling in the air
like dandelions whispering goodbye.
White feathers white feathers
you are no coward in any resemblance
daring yourself to the impossible
as soft as breeze as light as nothing
gone you vanish into the cloud’s white.
crossing my green-paned window
in one late summer afternoon
I watch them swirling in the air
like dandelions whispering goodbye.
White feathers white feathers
you are no coward in any resemblance
daring yourself to the impossible
as soft as breeze as light as nothing
gone you vanish into the cloud’s white.
White Mail
I send you a letter
in the winter
I give the letter a stamp
of footsteps on the snow
the sapphire-eyed yellow cat
shivering above the red post
as I tiptoe on the rock
inserting the letter
I feel warmth
in this snowy day
chilling wind blowing
as I embrace the kitty home
knowing that
you will soon receive
my loving wishes
in the winter
I give the letter a stamp
of footsteps on the snow
the sapphire-eyed yellow cat
shivering above the red post
as I tiptoe on the rock
inserting the letter
I feel warmth
in this snowy day
chilling wind blowing
as I embrace the kitty home
knowing that
you will soon receive
my loving wishes
White Mail
I send you a letter
in the winter
I give the letter a stamp
of footsteps on the snow
the sapphire-eyed yellow cat
shivering above the red post
as I tiptoe on the rock
inserting the letter
I feel warmth
in this snowy day
chilling wind blowing
as I embrace the kitty home
knowing that
you will soon receive
my loving wishes
in the winter
I give the letter a stamp
of footsteps on the snow
the sapphire-eyed yellow cat
shivering above the red post
as I tiptoe on the rock
inserting the letter
I feel warmth
in this snowy day
chilling wind blowing
as I embrace the kitty home
knowing that
you will soon receive
my loving wishes
Haiku - An Apple and A Squirrel
An apple hanging
So tempting on the branch yet
Juicier in my mouth.
Tiptoe on my toes
Not within the reach of my hand
Disappointment soars.
Up there a squirrel
With one bite of his sharp teeth
Down the apple falls.
Apple in my hand
More delicate than I thought
Is the kind squirrel.
So tempting on the branch yet
Juicier in my mouth.
Tiptoe on my toes
Not within the reach of my hand
Disappointment soars.
Up there a squirrel
With one bite of his sharp teeth
Down the apple falls.
Apple in my hand
More delicate than I thought
Is the kind squirrel.
I Hear You Play The Piano
Always,
I hear you play the piano
The melody absorbs into my heart
How sweet, how captivating.
No more,
I hear you play the piano
The silence creeps into my soul
How bare, how lonely.
Somehow,
I wish
I hear you play the piano
Again…
I hear you play the piano
The melody absorbs into my heart
How sweet, how captivating.
No more,
I hear you play the piano
The silence creeps into my soul
How bare, how lonely.
Somehow,
I wish
I hear you play the piano
Again…
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