Tag Archives: Awful

Mother’s Extreme Cares

Poetry, Rhyme / Rhythm, Simile 6 Comments

Lemon juice no sugar
She pour sugar into it
Worried of me having stomach gastric
But I have no such problem
Sour food doesn’t taste sour to me
But her taste bud taste sour sensitively

Baggy t-shirts is awful to her
Destroying her sight seeing
But it feels good to me
Especially windy days
Wind enters into the t-shirts
Cooling to the body
Might as well she hides in the room

Nags to dry my hair
After my shower
Nags to dry to my hair
Before I left home
Nags, nags, nags
Nags like a rewinding tape
Nags like a parrot

Oh, my ears are tired
But have to endure and learning to correct her gently
Her nagging concern

Inspiration On: Monday, 14 October 2013 at 1:17am
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 15 October 2013 at 11:51pm

My mother is extremely caring. But she tends to do things her way of concern in her point of view. Going through this, I learnt something valuable. Rather than concern with own point of view, I need to understand the recipients’ needs. Everyone has own needs and perspective as long as it didn’t compromise God’s Words.

Worse Than Salted Fish

Metaphor, Poetry, Rhyme / Rhythm 3 Comments

Washer >
Uh!
Such an awful puke smell
Worse than salted fish
That pair of black socks
Ended in net box socks
For a week
Sometimes more than a week
Oh no!
Its puke smell is
Worse than salted fish
Unbearable
My poor nose
But I have to endure
I should endure
To fulfill my responsibility
Months pass
A year pass

Me >
One day
Sniff! Sniff!
Salted fish?
Worse than salted fish
Searching its source
Following the puke smell
Leading me into the kitchen
In between kitchen and bathroom
Such an awful smell
Flying from the net box
For putting socks
A pair of black socks
Oh! It’s my husband’s socks

Washer >
Confess the low frequency to wash
A pair of my husband’s socks
Worse than salted fish

Me >
Should have told me earlier
Immediately tell my hubby to daily wash his
Pair of socks by putting into
That net box socks
But it fall into deaf ears
Conclude to helper to daily collect his socks
Two days pass by
One night explain the killing puke smell
Days pass by with daily socks collection
One day
He drops his own socks
Relieved

Inspiration On: Friday, 23 August 2013 at 11:12pm
Inspiration On: Saturday, 24 August 2013 at 9:11am

Finally, today is the first day my husband takes out his socks and drops it into its washing box. But my happiness was only last for one day.

Mixes of Awful Smell

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Smells from factories’ chimney
As the workers add burning charcoals

Black smoke from trucks’ exhaust
As the drivers travel
from the road to rural areas
to collect processed items from the factories

Smokers on the street
Even throw its butt into rubbish bin
Causing burning smell from it

Smokers in the factories
Will add more air pollution
To the environment

Each smoke is deteriorating
Deteriorating to the environment
Deteriorating to the non-smokers’ health
Deteriorating to the smokers health

Save the earth!
Each of us do our part
To
Save the earth!
And we will save our lives
And we will save our future generations.

God put Adam to tend the garden
And even Eve to help him.
So we need to
Protect the earth
Save the earth!

Inspiration On: Tuesday, 10 October 2012 at 2:46am
Revised At: 5pm

As the picture of factories throwing up smoke, smokers nearby the factories, vehicles travelling towards the factories were playing in my mind; the words of “Mixes of awful smells” came suddenly. The birds and animals will dislike such smelly air. The sight and smell of passing by a burning smell from the rubbish bin bombarded my mind. Then I mix all my observation. Above all, the book of Genesis inspires me the most.