Quote: Where there is a hole, There the dirt is found

Inspiration On: Sunday, 5 June 2016

Suddenly, my mother brings me to remembrance. A short quote. It is a summary of my observations that I had ever said. I can’t remember what I have said. Now, she feels that it makes logical sense. Laughing at its truthfulness. Once she speaks out the quote I had said, then I begin to remember.

How do I come about to such points? Since young, I observe my stomach hole. The dirt often accumulate inside my stomach hole. I have the tendency to clean it. Besides that, dirt is also found in the nostril. Dirt also accumulates in our ear holes. Thus we clean it in order to hear clearly.

Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Binding Ring Teeth

Binding Ring Teeth

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 3 October 2013 at 12:43am
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 8 October 2013 at 5:28pm

Whenever I am binding books, my thirty nine months son delights to observe my doings. First time, he named the binding ring as teeth. Accepting his naming convention, I’m inspired of journal this. Thanks for my ministry team to photograph and design this.

Dorayaki in A Cake

Cakes in a cake
Piles of Dorayaki
Plentiful dorayaki cakes
In the picture
Of a cake
A birthday cake
Where you can see
Doraemon eats dorayaki
Piles of Dorayaki
Besides Doraemon
Who is eating happily.

This shows
A toddler who
Always enjoys eating
Always thinks of food
Always have appetite
Endless appetite
A black hole appetite.

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 19 May 2013 at 10:05pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 20 May 2013 at 2:18pm

Around two weeks ago, my husband and I brought our son to a nearby mall to buy a birthday cake for his coming 3 years old birthday. We let him decide which character to choose. He wanted Doraemon picture and choose Doraemon eats the piles of dorayaki. We booked and paid for the cake. We had a good laugh at home confirming of our son who loves to eat and thinking to eat all the time.

Black Hole Pond

Whirling black hole
Sucking in all stuff
Uncountable stuffs
Sucking in endlessly
An Infinite hole

Unending Appetite
Appetite to munch
Yoghurt, biscuits, juice, sweets
At the end of meal time
Munching endlessly
Swallowing endlessly
An infinite stomach
Black hole appetite.

Throw a worm into
A quiet pond
Fishes compete to gulp it
Buy and throw worms into
A quiet pond
Again fishes compete to gulp it
Gulping endlessly
An black hole pond

Feeding my toddler
Throwing worms to the fishes
Both give same reaction.

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 27 April 2013 at 2pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 30 April 2013 at 3am

My toddler loves to eat. Whole day, he has the tendency to ask for sweets, biscuits, yoghurt, juice, and many other things. Though he loves to eat, he doesn’t look fat due to his outgoing personality and often uses up his energy to pull furniture and other does other things. The toys in his hand didn’t last long due to his strength.

Erupt Feelings

Shocking news
Disheartening news
Discouragement sets in
My heart sinks
Sinks down to
The bottom of dark hole.

Tears well up in my eyes
Attempt to hold it
Prevent to show it
Painful feelings erupt
Unknown its origin
As if knowing
My mum’s feelings
When she lost
My eldest
In a car accident.

Repeatedly
Continuously
Painful feelings erupt.
Hide
Hide myself
Hiding myself in a toilet’s cubicle
As my tears roll down
Roll down continuously
Pray to control
Such painful emotions.
Huge waves of emotions
Splash against the rock
Struck against the rock
The rock of my heart.

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 31 March 2013 from 3:02am to 12:40pm

Before my husband took an aeroplane yesterday, he called me up around 3pm. When I heard that his elder brother passed away, my heart sank down. My friends and I had been praying for his healing when I heard he was hospitalized due to breathing difficulty. The news disheartened me.

Refer: Buried Longing

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.