Suppressed Voice

Voice recorder is lost
Nowhere to be found
Voice is totally lost
Lost in suppression
Suppressed beyond measure
From empty threats

Thus losing own voice

Now is in the midst of
Searching own voice
Amongst many crying voices
Wishing to the Lord to return to Him


Inspiration On: Saturday, 12 September 2015 at 11pm

The voice recorder, which I use to record the truth, is nowhere to be found. I have extracted all the recording into a hard disk. It is placed on the wooden table. However, the recorder is gone. Where else do I misplace it? Do someone take it? The above poetry births out when I feel that I’m not heard. My parents, the confinement lady and my maid who knows the truth encourage me to speak the truth. However, the perpetrator tends to sow discord between my parents and I. Wish you all have good days and thank you. 

The Love of Books and Videos

Do we love 
Books
For entertainment or learning?

Do we love 
Videos
For entertainment or learning?

Entering another world of
Books and videos 
As a form of escape
Release our tension 
Living in this world
Resting from our weary hearts and minds
Seeking to be comforted 
To be living in a dream

Do books and videos 
Strengthen us? 
Correct our assumptions?
Imbue empathy in us?
Widen our horizon?
Or justify our actions?
Or elevate own prejudices?
Or add more fuel to our anger?
Or cause us to commence to sin?

Should we be more discerning
On the books and videos
We consume?


Inspiration On: Saturday, 12 April 2014 at 5:25am
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 28 August 2015 at 10:44am

I was stuck in the first stanza. Therefore, this poetry was left untouched. Today, I look at this again. Everything flows well and give the final conclusion. Wish you all have good days and thank you. 

看門狗 Watchdog

看門狗
看電狗
看店狗

每天看這
看看看
看到打天亮
然後瞌睡

A watchdog
Guarding the door
Guarding the electricity
Guarding the shop

Daily guarding all these
Guard, guard and guard
Till the sunrise
Then it sleeps soundly


Inspiration On: Thursday, 30 April 2015 at 8:40am

Living with the label “watchdog”, I feel a strong connection in what I have done. When my parents go out, I stay at home with my younger brother. Now, My habit is to take note the electricity plug when everyone is asleep. It is a daily routine to switch off the switched on electric plug. As long as the electrical appliances are not switched on, many people feels that the electric usage does not matter when the switch is off. However, I care to save the small amount of electricity. Am I wrong to do so? Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Drag The Glue

Lizard or gecko?
Gecko or lizard?
Why are you
So STICKY to
The television?
So GLUED to
The mobile game?

Dragging the glue yourself
Holding your mobile
Dragging out of the glue on your
Bed with eyes glued
To your mobile game
Excusing yourself
Stuck in the middle of
Your strategy battle game.

Dragging yourself
Onto the dining table
On the dining table
Lizard turns into gecko
More glued to your
Strategy battle mobile game.


Inspiration On: Monday, 23 March 2015 at 7:40pm

It is not easy to convince my husband to have dinner who is always glued to his game. Ever since the computer is spoilt, he stopped playing game. He begin to play games once he changes mobile phone into smart phone. Upon finding out he can play games, he is so glued to his mobile phone. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Egg Cracks

An egg cracks open and out a baby crocodile
The carer feeds it food daily
Day by day the crocodile grows in size and length
Into a large and strong crocodile 
Day by day the carer’s hair turns grey to white

On a sunny day
The growling crocodile observes its carer’s feeble walk
Chomping the last food
Tears roll down its eyes
Filled with pity
Carer goes near it to comfort

BITE!

Blood drips out of the carer’s stomach
Losing strength to breathe his last
As the crocodile watches the tragic sight happily
Feeding the carer as its last meal
Without realizing the carer is its master

Since then, the crocodile’s stomach growls daily
No more food
Days passed 
It closes its eyes for the last time


Inspiration On: Friday, 2 January 2014 from 1:30pm to 2pm

An ungrateful crocodile visual poetry appeared in my dream. It speaks a meaningful story to me to be careful of crocodile tears. A few times, I have falled into prey and I need to beware and to share this to you all. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Voiceless

Brushing own opinion aside
Casting own voice away
Dragged by others’ decision
Am I voiceless?

Too caring?
Too concern?
Living in accordance to others’ voice
Am I voiceless?

Unwilling to hurt others’ feelings
But I am hurting inside
Alive but voiceless
Losing myself
Loneliness rule

Voicing out
Only to be rejected
Only to be misunderstood
Loneliness rule

Taken for granted?
Taken advantaged?
Loneliness rule
Am I voiceless?

Am I voiceless . . . ?
Are my opinions worthless?
Does ………
……. anybody
……………….. care?


Inspiration On: Monday, 21 April 2014 from 12:45am to 4:38am

Current upheaval life from inside and outside rubbed salt into my past pain and worsened it deeply. Thus, such feelings evokes and birthing out this poetry. Wish you all have good days and thank you for reading my poetry.

Budding Idea

Budding idea sprouts
Growth disrupted
Greedy hearts and minds
Plucked out of its root
For their self-interests
For their own goals
Justifying their motives and actions with
Honey like words
Refusing to pay their dues


Inspiration On: Thursday, 20 March 2014 at 12:45pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 21 April 2014 at 4:23am

The news of ideas being stolen is heartbreaking especially the artists’ life. Though the form of drawings can be protected by law, the idea can easily be stolen. Such respect for the idea generator is not given. Therefore, I likened it to a budding flower Wish you all have good days and thank you.