Good evening! It is the second day of Hari Raya. To all Muslim friends, Selamat Hari Raya and enjoy your reunion with family and friends. Wishing everyone happy holidays this long weekend.
For this week’s Malaysian Writers FB group poetry challenge, the word prompt was ‘secret’. I wrote a piece about secrets and gossipers. When do innocence things become scandals? When can people stop overworking their imagination? 😉
I decided to write this poem in a 5-7-5-7 format, with an A, B, A, B rhyming scheme. This means:
Well, I just wanted to play around with the rhyme and syllables. 😉
Whispers in the trees
Echoes in the green valley
Soft buzzing of bees
You know the secret, surely?
Lamentations of anguish
Poorly made choices
What were they thinking; their wish?
A sullied reputation
Fall into disgrace
Prey of imagination
Foolishness of youth
The simplicity of thought
Quagmire of sooth
Who would believe what they ought?
The weekend has come a-knocking. Hope y’all will have time for de-stressing and relaxing. Here’s a poem I just wrote whimsically, all the while smiling. Hope it brightens up your day, wherever you may be. 🙂
Gift of Life
The here and the now; gifts of life they are
Nothing else comes close; nothing else on par
A human creation, elaborate is time
Endless ticking, no reason or rhyme
But life, a precious gift beyond compare
Among the stars in the universe rare
Like the jewels in the heavens, our gift
Although its passing is delicate, swift
Our dear gift to use; each and every one
Infinite possibilities; a tonne
Don’t be timid; go and stretch your limits
Chart your future, far as the stars permit
Every father, mother, sister, brother
Dream big; let’s find solutions together
Khor Hui Min
10 July 2015
Let’s take a moment to remember all the little gifts that we are grateful for, like the sun shining in the sky, the rain quenching our lands of their thirst, our thoughtful and loving family, our understanding and considerate friends, and a healthy body and agile mind… 🙂
For week #51 of Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge, the word prompts are ‘future’ and ‘give’. These words conjured up images of an uncertain future riddled with environmental disasters, war, hunger… the list goes on…
Future & Give
For a future bright
What would you willingly give?
Free from hate and pain
Life’s been busy lately. A lot has happened. A lot to be taken in. All at once. But life goes on. So here’s a new poem, because I love writing poems and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
This one’s for the Malaysian Writer’s FB group. There’s a poetry prompt every Wednesday, and I look forward to it. The word for this week is ‘love’.
Love’s lost; Love’s gained
Doesn’t it drive one insane
Why is it that humans seek
Love in every cranny; both strong and meek
Why can’t we be left on the shelves
Existing wholly by ourselves
Why can’t the clock stop ticking
Let us smell the roses and enjoy living
Why can’t we set up house alone
With gardens, cats, Internet and phone
Why must pesky relatives ask
When’s your turn? Best get on the task
Pesky relatives leave; be gone!
Mind your brood; your day here is done
No love’s been lost; no love’s been gained
Let’s love ourselves today; no time to be pained