Octopus Baby

Its circle mouth squirts inks
A black ink of liquid to fool
It escapes to protect itself.

Making a circle rounded mouth
Two fingers press cheeks to squirt water
Just for fun and play.

Octopus squirts and toddler squirts
One squirts black liquid, one squirts water
Either enemy’s face or washbasins.


Inspiration On: Monday, 22 April 2013 at 10:15pm

I know the right word for the title is supposed to be ‘Baby Octopus’, but I choose the other way is to explain how octopus squirts and how a toddler squirts. The above stated event at the second paragraph happened during brushing teeth session. My helper and I had a good laugh at that sight. The third paragraph is the comparison between each squirt target.

Peeping Toddler

Suddenly popping out his head
Like a turtle; peeking at the flowers
Surroundings then declaring his house.


Inspiration On: Thursday, 17 January 2013 at 9:40pm
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 19 January 2013 at 1am

As I walked home with my son in my husband’s arms, he suddenly peeped at a nearby condominium. He was observing the flowers, plants and buildings. Out of the blue, he declared that the condominium was his house. Finally, he replied that it was not his house.

“Popping out his head across the fence” was the first words came to me. But I choose to express it in haiku rather than free verse. I want to limit my words limitation as a challenge to improve my creative writing.

Like A Sandwich

Like a sandwich being stuck
In between two arguers causing fret to
The peacemaker one hoping peace.

Like a sandwich being protected
From both side of the traffic roads
During crossing the zebra cross.


Inspiration On: Saturday, 1 December 2012 at 8:45pm
Revised On: Tuesday, 4 December 2012 at 1:20am

While I was bringing my toddler out with my husband, the word sandwich came to my mind when both of us held his hands to cross the road. Then the feeling of being stuck during arguments between families and friends occurred upon the middle man who is trying to resolve the issue.

The poetry began with, “Stuck in between like a sandwich. Protected from both sides like a sandwich.” before it is being revised into haiku.

Tidy Perfectionist

The more I observe myself
The more I can not understand myself
Why am I on fire?

Cluttering objects on the tables
Vexing my sight, my feeling of displeasure
Compelling my hands to action!

My mind keeps on whirling
Wondering, questioning, and mulling over my sleeplessness
Tidy perfectionist is the answer.


Inspiration On: Sunday, 14 October 2012 at 2am

Whenever I see the house is in the mess, I can not stand the mess. Though my toddler and other people who place the stuffs, it is an unbearable sight for me when it is not in proper order. So I often tidy the house in the middle of the night.