Lock Cage

Cage me in
Lock me up
And I write more

No cage
To lock
I am guilty not to write

There are plethora of themes
To work on
To write on
But . . .
Everyone are demanding my
Attention

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 24 March 2015 at 11:28am

Upon realizing my writing time is when I feel calm and relaxed, I realized the importance of being alone. Being a mother with elderly and part time work really strangle my muse. When the house is quiet, hearing birds singing, and people to work together help to ease my mind and to write my muse. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Oh, Poetry Poetry

Oh, poetry poetry
How do you define yourself?

You are crafted beautifully
Crafted with
Words of vocabularies
Strong words
Enough to
Capture
The readers’ attention
Penetrate
The readers’ heart.

You are crafted beautifully
Crafted with
Lines of separation
In the midst of
White space of paper.
In the midst of
White space of word document.

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 17 April 2013 from 3:45am to 5:26pm

The habit to enter bathroom before sleep suddenly, “Oh, poetry poetry How do you define yourself?” echo in my mind. Because I have been reading the bloggers’ poetry.

Either Or

Either
Attract attention
Or
Being the centre of attraction

Either
Chase
Or
Being chased

Either
Loved
Or
Being loved

Either
Jealous
Or
Being jealous-ed

Either
Hate
Or
Being hated

Either
Kill
Or
Being killed

Either
Hurt
Or
Being hurt

Either
Save
Or
Being saved

Full of either
This world is
Full of either choice.

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 27 February 2013 at 5:21pm
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 1 March 2013 at 11:45am

The above poetry is based upon my observation in life and how it affects different people’s opinions.

My Attention

Many tasks are shouting for my attention
Many obligations are demanding for my attention
My toddler is crying for my attention
My husband is wanting for my attention
My parents are asking for my attention
Attention to help them in computer understanding
Broken computer is hurling for my attention
Attention to figure out its parts’ error
Household expenses are intruding into my attention
Pushing me to record it down
Thinking what to cook grabs my attention
My helper calls out for my attention
Whenever my toddler misbehaves, doing dangerous actions
My body-ache is seeking, crying and shouting for my attention

Honing my skills also cries for attention
Even sleep also prods towards my attention
Whenever I hone my skills.

A continuum cycle
Upon immediate ending
Of quiet time.

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 26 September 2012 at 4:33am
Revised At: 5:08pm

Honing my skills time were much lesser now compared when I was single. Since the Lord blesses me with a 27 months toddler, I have much lesser time to look for job except meeting clients, attending workshop to hone my knowledge and skills, and fewer times to meet my friends. The above inspiration was birthed out as I ponder the above tasks in an imaginary way in the middle of the night.