The Moonflower

The Owl sits alone and winsome
And the Moonflower blushes at dawn
The lady waits with unabated passion
She grasps the moon tightly like a thorn

The Moonflower blushes at dawn
Gently kissed by the sun afar
She grasps the moon tightly like a thorn
And her tears fall like bewitching stars

Gently kissed by the sun afar
The Moonflower is evolving
As her tears fall like bewitching stars
The sun envelopes her awakening

Like an oyster opening
Revealing a brilliant pearl…

Bakawali Harum Dini Hari

Burung pungguk tunduk terkedu
Bakawali harum di dalam taman
Adik terduduk menahan rindu
Bulan mengambang di tapak tangan

Bakawali harum di dalam taman
Sayang layu di sinar mega
Bulan mengambang di tapak tangan
Bintang gugur di kelopak mata

Sayang layu disinar mega
Sinar naik ke tengahari
Bintang gugur di kelopak mata
Mentari menusuk ke sanubari

Bak mutiara suci…


La fleur de lune Dimanche

Alors à l'aube, que la fleur de lune ouvre
Doucement embrassé par le dim loin
Elle saisit fermement la lune comme douleur
Ses larmes tombent comme brillant étoiles

comme des perles…

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My Merdeka

Our flag flies proud

In this corner of my garden

This - my prayer aloud

For our country of abundance

Memories of friendship

A beautiful life

Conscience and stewardship

Responsibilities and rights

Through thick and thin

We swim together

The true hearts win

Malaysia forever

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Today, Malaysia celebrates her 53rd Independence Day. However, for me, my country is ancient, witnessed the birth of the oldest rain-forest, and the seas teeming with life millions of years ago. And the beautiful people who make up this Eden of ours have their roots from all over the continent and beyond.

On The Run

"Now where do I hide the cash?"

Coolville - population 534? Too noticeable.

Belpre of 6660?

Belle Prairie - there's a nice ring to it.

The original version, everyone, was way too creepy for me.

"Now where do I dump the body?"

Coolville - population 534? Too noticeable.

Belpre of 6660?

Belle Prairie - nice dumping place.

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Behold the last drop

Imagine this beauty to be

The last drop of water on earth

Dried up are all the seas

Pent up are the clouds above

Dunes across the continents

Deserts stretched to the poles

Humans long forgotten

Encased as fossils below

Along came two aliens

Who studied the world's history

"There was once water and gardens...

Then it all dried up mysteriously."

For the aliens could not comprehend

That humans could be so ignorant

As to destroy life's precious element

And thus the life's cycle ends

- self annihilation...

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Watching

Magpie #29


Oh! How sweet her laughter
Escaping the window pane
Pitter patter – there her daughter
Playing her Ipad game

Lights and shadows, side by side
Alive and full of electric thoughts
Their emotions like neon signs
Their intent often come to naught

Because humans think all the time
And for all wishes to come true
No space will be left for even a dime
No time to behold even a fine view

For many months only silence
Came from those wide open doors
The wintry breeze invited her in
She saw her babies lonely and forlorn

She softly sang their favourite lullabies
And lulled them to sleep so gently
Their father, she held him close when he cried
And kept his heart safe from breaking

By and by, they got through pain
A smile accompanied their remembrance
They began to live their life again
While they cherished and kept her garden

In the shadows, she is a whispery existence
From her favorite spot - she waits
Watching over their lives from the garden
Until they all leave this well trodden gate

Until then, she waits...
Until then, she watches...


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Sunrise Sunset

Sunrise Sunset

Golden halo upon the skies
Sunrise paints the heavens
Long ago I came nigh
In search for my Eden

Vincent's sky of blue hues
Starry starry night so brilliant
Enveloped by the blues
Lovers fight, often flippant

A burst of wine stricken clouds
Purveyor of darkened hours ahead
Happiness heavily veiled in shroud
The heart and soul in shreds

Sinar Runduk Malam

Mega kuning dini hari
Sinar naik di awangan
Rasa runsing di hati sepi
Di manakah kayangan

Mega biru saujana indah
Tak seindah mega malam
Jiwa resah gulana gundah
Tiada sudah kiriman salam

Mega merah petang hari
Mendung awan lara
Patah arah hilang hati
Rundung dan sengsara

Le Soleil

Le soleil peintures du ciel
la lumière d'or
Je suis presque pour

recherche de mon Eden

Dr Jekyll's first soliloquy

The celebrated Dr Jekyll thinks,

"How does one separate Man from Conscience?

As such becomes all powerful - or nothing?"

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The catfish

Ikan keli tak dapat ke ulu

Empangan jadi penunggu

Ibu keli hanya merindu

Tiadalah lagi anak keli

Hilanglah semua anak keli

Nak ke mana lagi ibu

Nak kemana lagi ibu keli

Hanya boleh turun ke laut

Ikan keli turun ke laut

Pantang dicabar penyu

Pantang dicabar penyu jantan

Biar putih tulang, jangan putih mata

Where will the catfish go

The catfish can no longer

go home to spawn upriver

The dams and men block

The way with engineering rock

She has no choice really

but to go onwards to sea

The unknown might attack

She may never come back

Yet she will evolve, unlike her father

and become stronger than ever...

Pain

By the very hands
Trusted to love
Scarring throughout life
Uncapable of retaliation
Unescapable


By natural disaster
Forest fire, volcanic ash
Petrified into existence
A stark monument
Forever


By lost of humanity
Through poverisation
war, abandon, displacement
The forgotten
Homeless


By old age
Lost of dignity
Rheumatism, alzheimer
Unwanted, uncherished
Loneliness


By her callousness
His two timing
Empty broken promises
Quest for perfection
Heartless

By Emily Bronte
Haunting, lovely, lasting
Shared by millions
Throughout time
Timeless

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SUZIE FROST

One winter in Ottawa
Suzie skated on the Rideau

Caught in brambles

She was lost for hours

When she was found

Mother's relief was profound

Except for two little toes

Shrivelled like rotten tomatoes

Throughout her childhood

Teased by the neighbourhood

Suzie Frost...

So today, Suzie only feels beautiful

In a bathtub full of bubbles...

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The Affair in The Courtyard

Microfiction # 44

"Sir Knight," said the prim Rose
"You are bruising my petals!"
"Well, your thorns, my dear
Are ruining my ardour...oops - my armour!"
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The eyes of a writer

I often imagine

When Agatha Christie
wrote her famous murders

she saw clearly detailed scenes
through Poirot's own eyes
And the book wrote the author


When she penned Nemesis

And thought of justice

like waters of righteousness
Of an everlasting stream

I am sure she saw all this
In Miss Marple's dream

The Mysterious Mr Quin's twinkling
hazel blue and grey
Gave sight to Christie's eyes

One never knew how they

kept Mr Satterwhite at the edge

of doldrums and delirious delight

Ahhhh, the roman policier of her day...

This is my entry for The Thursday Think Tank prompt # 10 hosted by Poets United
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NEW YORK NEW YORK

Microfiction 43

At the YMCA, in 1988
Stuck in the lift, I panicked
Some guy forced open the door
I climbed up the half-way floor

And waved Eddie goodbye..
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Sanctuary

Behind the curtain, I hide

Nose deep in a story

For this bliss is mine

Dancing words my sanctuary

Behind closed eyelids, I pray

For ancient ways, ancient mystery

Romance and secret passageways

My dreamland sanctuary

Behind closed doors, all stand still

In his arms I find bliss

Time stops, and I am set free

This is my true sanctuary

This is my entry for The Thursday Think Tank hosted by Poets United

The hand

Magpie 26

They say

The hand that rocks the cradle
Rules the world...

I say

The hand that tills the land
Feeds the world

The hand that guides the chalk
Teaches the young

The hand that shapes the heart
Calms the soul

The hand that carves the art
Broadens the mind

The hand that reaches out
Creates the strongest of bonds

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The hand of the scribe
Yours and mine...


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My old playground

Microfiction #42

Today - unkept, rambling post
Yet I see playrooms of childhood ghost
Innocence, pure happiness almost ...

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Doors to Eden

Magpie Tale # 25

"Then the light shall go out at the second siren...and the chosen shall find a new home."
The Book of Light

She rushed from door to door. She had exactly four minutes to find the right one. There were 634 doors left.

Suddenly - the perfect match. The doorknob and keyhole clicked and slid into position. Light emanated from the keyhole and then went dark. A key from within was inserted. The doorknob slowly turned.

The door opened and she held her breath. The brilliance was almost blinding. In that split second, she took the purest of breath deep into her lungs. The essence of virgin forest and deep oceans enveloped her. The air felt strangely alive. ‘Quick, my child,’ the Reverand Mother said, ‘Come in before the Lightseekers find you gone. Wait! Take the keyhole with you.’

Iman will be the last of the disciples to enter the lost Eden. As she closed the door behind her, she heard the sound of the second siren in the distance. The threshold of the 3D world collapsed. And all that was left outside the doors was emptiness.

Not even stars glittered in the void and black space.


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