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.

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Dark Jungle

Living in the jungle
Jungle of darkness
Prison of isolation
Rejected
Starving love
Beware of the lurking evil

Dark sharp pointed hands
Knock the door of minds
Possessing the hearts
Sowing seeds of darkness
Into the hearts and minds
Hatred breeds within

Bitter fruits bloom out
Out to lash innocent lives
Lives in dismay and destruction
More minds and hearts are
Smeared with questions and blood
Smeared with hurts and pains

An excruciating endless cycle
Are lives not precious?


Inspiration On: Sunday, 15 December 2013 at 12:14pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 21 April 2014 at 3:17am

Understanding human’s psychology and the heartbreaking news of contaminated food, riots, and war summed this poetry. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Journey of Pregnancy

Slight giddy head
Rest on bed
Fatigue speedily
Vomit feeling
Consult the doctor to
Hear amazing congratulations

Day by day
Gradually
Stomach grows larger
Unlike soft stomach
Tiny feet kick
Tiny legs swim
Foetus kicks in the morning
Speaking to him with amplifier
Foetus responds with kicks

No appetite towards Milo
Turn to accepting Milo
Milo tastes better on tongue
Increasing obsession in tidying and cleaning
Loving dark colours but
Glued to loving bright colours

Every week I see him
Through the scan
At gynaecologist
Every day I am curious of foetus’ looks
Every day I communicate with foetus
Every day I pray for foetus
Every day I am marvelled of God’s creation

One day, it is foetus’ physical health check day
Another gynaecologist congratulates
The foetus is a he
Return to my gynaecologist
Through the scan
Foetus turns head towards the scanner
Curious at the protruding scanner

Foetus gradually grows heavier
Punches and kicks are stronger
Sleeping on my back is unbearable
Forced to sleep side ways with bolster
Until feeling he is slipping out for weeks
Then blood spotting drips
Rush to hospital


Tuesday, 5 November 2013 at 10:48pm
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 22 November 2013 at 9:42pm

During my shower, the inspiration echoed to write poetry about my pregnancy journey.