Favourite About Spring Season

Attraction to spring time
Is the
Atmosphere and the beauty of resurrection

Favourite about spring time
Is the
Finest and fittest season of life

Trees brings forth fruits
Animals are well fed
Flowers’ buds grow as all its petals open up

Humans live in comfort
Without fearing hot and cold
Enjoy the harvest of agriculture

Behold, the beauty of spring!

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 7 April 2015 at 12:30am

Megan has OCD posted about My Favorite Things about Spring sparked and birthed the first stanza of this poetry. The remaining poetry poured out as we converse about it. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Core

Deep inside the core of
Our inner beings
Longing for 
Eternal love and full acceptance
In who we are

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 9 September 2014 at 6pm

Many times, feelings are repressed in order not to hurt those whom we love. Living under others expectations are excruciatingly painful. Almost lost myself for caring too much. It is due to lack of boundary. They have overstepped my boundaries. Upon realizing this, I feel tired of not being heard. When I want to work on my ideas, they want me to find a full time job. When I want to find full time job and to postpone my marriage, they wants me to get married first. Ten months later, my son came into this world. My husband wants me not to work for three months. Three months into years. All I do I receiving project work. Neglecting my muse and ideas. Thereby, I am helpless and lack of income to provide for my parents. Feeling lost. Thank you for listening to me.

Mentor Tormentor

Agony during
Trials Of tribulations
Stabbing sharp knives
Lashing hurts and pain
Deeply into hearts and minds
Most mentors behave like
Crazy tormentors towards disciple

Do tormentors hate disciple who make mistakes?
Are mentors tormented before when making mistakes?

Lamenting mentors remember tormenting days
Turn into tormentors once receiving disciples
Mentors, do you enjoy tormenting disciples?
Tormentors, why do you choose to be so?
Mentors, do you ever wish to be
Tormentors during tormenting days?

Doesn’t the agony tormentors’ mindset need to be eliminated?
To be effective mentors to guide disciples and/or students

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Inspiration On: Friday, 23 August 2013 at 7:33pm
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 24 September 2013 at 10:11pm

Upon reading Pat Cegan’s poetry at http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2013/08/23/making-my-own-mistakes/ , a concept popped out to express most circumstances that most mentors
are tormentors. But no words could describe until the last day of inspiration.

Active vs Passive

Quiet people seems passive Passive in activities Passive in conversations But active listeners Passive in parties Bored to be with Few close friends Outwardly look weak Being physically passive Gives them energy But active in deep thinking and analyzing Think before talk

Outgoing people seems active Active in activities Active in conversations But passive listeners Active in parties Fun to be with A lot of friends Outwardly look strong Being physically active Brings them energy But passive in deep thinking Talk without thinking

Are you active or passive? There is an active part in a passive people There is a passive part in an active people Nobody is perfect Learn and improve from our own weakness Respect each others’ personality differences We are dependent upon each other Complementing each other As couples complement each other’s weakness As family members complement one another Why do we focus on other’s weaknesses? Why can’t we see each other’s strength? Nobody is perfect We are not perfect We are imperfect, but are work in progress

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 2 June 2013 from 12:53am to 1:33am
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 4 June 2013 at 2:35am

Most of the time, there are two categories of people either extrovert or introvert. I realized I belong to the latter upon reading personality book. My friends and even my husband ever said the same thing. They want to vomit blood whenever I asked them to repeat a few times because I often want to understand their words by listening to it.

Constant Nagging

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To finish a task

A constant nagging
Deep inside
Convicting own sin

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To avoid sin again

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To stay away from certain places.

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To do what is right.

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To stop living in the past

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To move forward with courage.

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 15 May 2013 at 8:21pm
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 18 May 2013 at 1:35am

I wonder with the sudden words speaking to my mind, “A constant nagging”. Finally, the words flowed out.

Wish to Fly

Deep within me
Wish to be free
Free to fly
Fly like a bird

Like the birds flying
Flying to the sky
Flying in the sky
Sipping in fresh air
. . .

Fly! Fly! Fly!

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 8 May 2013 from 4:01am to 4:11am

This began in me with the line, “deep inside of me” as the words flowed out describing my feelings of being locked like a caged bird. Freelance work isn’t smooth. Struggling to get project. My parents returned to home country then back here. To and fro many times limiting me to go out.

Buried Longing

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing can replace her
Someone…
Someone
Whom I long to see
Whom I long to meet
But never have the chance.

Papers of memory are
All I have.
Memories of her
Captured in photo.
She is my sister
My eldest sister
Whom I long to see
Whom I long to meet
Whom I long
Deep within my heart.

Living with such memory
Living with such longing
Hoping that the Lord
Will let me see her
One day.

People and relatives
Label me
Identify me
As the sister
Of the three years-old girl
Who died in a car accident.
But my sister is irreplaceable.
She is irreplaceable.
Irreplaceable
In my family’s hearts.

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 24 February 2013 from 1:17pm to 11:20pm

The movie ‘The Lovely Bones’ triggered my buried longing and moved me to tears. Watching the movie made me think that though my dad didn’t show his grievances, he still thinks of my eldest sister. My dad’s employee bragged that he could drive. So he drove my dad’s car into the house backyard recklessly. My eldest sister was playing at the backyard with my mum. Tragedy occurred as the car crashed onto the cupboard then it pressed hard onto her. Everything happened very fast. My mother was grieved. During her mourning for months then she conceived me and comforted.

No wonder I can’t write eldest sister in my narration during my school days.

Nutritious Soil

Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a hole.
Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a deep pit.
Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a deep hole.
Deep enough to
Contain
Its poo.

Butt rests
On top of
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Brownish round pieces
Pieces of poo
Fall into the
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Bowels clean
Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!
Closing the d
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Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Closing the d
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Pat! Pat!
Flattening the soil.

Wagging its tail
Then left the soil.
And approaches
The triangle house
And play
With us.

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Inspiration On: Friday, 15 February 2013 at 9:44pm
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 16 February 2013 at 1:08am

This is the fourth series about my stray pet ‘Melvin’ who is mentioned in my previous poetry. One day, I happened to spot it digging the soil and poo outside my uncle’s house.

Boiling Mountain

The mountain is full of boiling larva
It is full of accumulated hurtful words
A pain that is beyond description
The time of explosion hasn’t came
But it is still under control

Suddenly, the final end has come
Being wrongfully accused explodes the mountain
The mountain blasts out
Returning the hurtful words to the speaker

But it is not the end
The deep larva hasn’t came out
It is still there boiling deep inside the core of the mountain.

The mountain choose to stay calm
Not wanting to hurt the speaker
Though she is still in pain

She is waiting for the speaker to dig the core larva
But, he doesn’t seem to care
Doesn’t seem to understand
Doesn’t even to ask why
She is still hoping
Hoping he will do so

Blaming without cause
Wrongfully accused

Those cause the fire mountain to burst out
Then rain downpours the exploded larva
Though it can’t fully calm the larva, which is deep inside the core of the mountain.

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 04 June 2011

Deep Buried Feelings

Deep buried feelings were kept somewhere.
Painful memories were left unidentified for ten years.
Not ten years, more than that.
Unknowingly, it was planted since young.
It was sowed seed by seed.

Motivation of study is from external source.
Motivation of study only comes from mother.
No inner motivation to do so.
No sense of purpose in life.
No compass to guide me.
Only my parents are my compass.

We followed mother to her chosen destination to give us good future.
We lived in an uncle’s house due to lack of finance.
With my own eyes, I saw my mother being bullied.
I wish to stand strong, but I’m weak.
I’m standing at the corner.
I feel lost.
Angry with my self!
Why am I so slow?
Why am I a weakling?
Leave me alone.
I just wish to be quiet.

A slight headache.
Someone came to my rescue.
It is like a Light enters my heart.
There is a sense of purpose.
I need to stand strong.
I can’t!
But in the Light I can.

A door is closed.
But He opens a window.
A window opens my mind to marriage.

With just a few words through written message,
My past deep feelings were dug out.
No, I think I found out now.
Now I found out what it is.
Found out the root cause to fear of marriage.
It is the very seed that takes root in my heart since young.
It shaped my thinking.
It also shaped my heart.

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Expressed on: Friday, 07 November 2008.