Body Donation

This incurable sickness
Hurts me
This incurable sickness
Affects others

Mentally
Physically
Spiritually

If donate own body
To assess and study
This incurable sickness
Enable the doctors to
Cure others with
This incurable sickness
Save others’ lives with
This incurable sickness
Why not donate own body?
Donate own body
Donate . . .
. . . . . . . . . own . . .
. . . . . . . . . body . . .
. . . . . . . . .


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 10 September 2013 at 7:16pm to 7:23pm

My heart is touched with Al’s response with his body once he leaves this world. He is Terry Shepherd’s brother who is under her care for his Parkinson disease. Her post can be viewed at http://terry1954.wordpress.com/2013/09/09/i-was-not-prepared/ . This poetry is dedicated to them as I put myself in Al’s shoes. Six years ago, I ever signed organ donation form if I pass away. Once our soul leaves our body, the body will either be cremated or buried. Rather than waste it away, why not use it to thank the Lord for this body and bless others’ lives.

Blind Love

Love blinds the mind
Eliminates all logical thinking
Right brain takes over
Left brain loses power
Lover revolves around loved one
Nothing else matter
Succumb to instant gratification

Logic rules
Stamped with materialistic

Logic with love
See the future consequences
Plan for the future

Love engulf logic
Follow love blindly
Hurt the most when eyes open
Love turns hate

What is next?
What is best?


Inspiration On: Saturday, 15 June 2013 at 6pm
Inspiration Ends On: Sunday, 16 June 2013 at 12:14pm

This poetry was birthed out whenever I was thinking the phrase “Love is Blind” and compile a certain people, events and circumstances that have crossed my paths.

Tears of Hurt

Tears of grief
Tears of hating conflict
Tears of dislike to hurt
The need to confront
Someone who brags
Someone who lies
A jealous filled person
Driven by green eyes heart
My heart hurts for her
Before speaking to her
But without confront her lies
The more she stirs and messes my house

O Lord, You have heard
Heard her lies
You have heard my confidant’s advice
O Lord, You have heard Sennacherib’s blasphemies
You have delivered King Hezekiah from Sennacherib
Please, O Lord, deliver me from this braggart
Please, O Lord, guide my speech
Please, O Lord, rescue me from this mental anguish
Please, rescue me
Save me from this dilemma
Please tell me what I should do, O Lord
Her words are killing everyone
Her words are destroying everyone
I don’t want her to destroy my family

O Lord, I beseech Your guidance
For I trust in Your deliverance


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 16 July 2013 at 4:15am to 4:44am

My friend called and shared to me and asked me to write for her and ask what she should do. Though I was speechless, I put myself in her shoes, birth me this poetry. I feel speechless. This is her story, “The song ‘I Surrender’ by Celine Dion spoke to my heart and my tears of grief overflows to my Lord seeking His deliverance. Though I dislike the liar’s speeches and actions, the desire not to hurt her was laid bare to my Lord. My confidant suggested to me that it was time to confront the guest before the situation got out of hand. Those who disapprove her lies are my neighbour, helper and even a weekday beverage deliverer. But I still believe in God’s wisdom and Hand of guidance. My mind and heart is confused in what I should do.What should she do? Your feedback is most appreciated.” This reminded me of 2 Kings 18:12-37 where King Hezekiah cried to the Lord of host.

Sandwich Life Sanctuary

Pressed tightly from both sides
Pressed from Left and right
Or
Pressed from Up and down
Heart turns to pancake
Mental anguish
Hurting inside
Hot inside
Clenching fists
Internal anger blasts out
Hurting tongues and everyone.

Protected from both sides
Protected from Left and right
Or
Protected from Up and down
Hearts feel protected
Mentally healthy
Safe inside
Love dwells
Inner peace radiates
Inner love reaches out to
Heal the hurting hearts.

Two extremes of family life.
Do we do so?


Inspiration On: Sunday, 19 May 2013 at 8:08am
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 20 May 2013 at 2:20pm

Whenever I crossed the road with my husband and son, we let our son at the middle. This generally is a good safety. Suddenly, this concept also let me relate it with pancake. Pancake is baked where the liquid is poured onto a molten plate then presses it with another molten plate. It hurt my Tongue if I eat hot food and drinks. The idea of pancake is likened to people who lived in a difficult position. Anger may set in and dwells in those people if they are not careful with their hearts. It is too much for the people who give such people a hard time especially between spouse and in laws, between divorced couple. Mental anguish and depression is great for the one being the sandwich especially children.

Epic Disaster

Fall into the
SIPPING
Dark hollow cave
Fire of jealousy
Fire of hatred
Disfigures inner heart
Poisons the soul
Devoid of sense
Enters the heart
Devoid of logic
Enters the minds
Terror escalates
Leading oneself to
Succumb to insanity
Succumb to rage
Driven by rage
Driven by jealousy
Darkness emerges out
Leading oneself to
Epic disaster and
Hurting other hearts.

Avoid! Run away
From the SIPPING
Dark hollow cave!
Before losing mind
Before losing heart
Before too late
Too late to
Reverse the path
Reverse the journey.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 10 April 2013 from 2:58pm to 2:57pm
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 11 April 2013 at 2:03pm

Poetry & Illustration

Dazing
Daydreaming
Imagination runs wild
Observing every surroundings
Ache
Agony
Anger
Arrogance
Longing
Jealousy
Hatred
Fighting
Hurt
Pain
Love
Joy
Passion
Zeal
Sacrifice
Prayer
Hope
Dreams

Emit out via

Nib of pen on a piece of paper
Line by line
Writing a poetry
Pictures from mind

Paper in the typewriter
Alphabets stick onto papers
Line by line
Writing a poetry

Computer keyboard
Jotting in poetry
Alphabet by alphabet
Word by word
Line by line.

Nib of pen on a piece of paper
Lines
Curves
Ovals
Triangles
Squares
Rectangles
Illustrating pictures

Drawing tablet
Lines
Curves
Ovals
Triangles
Squares
Rectangles
Illustrating pictures.


Inspiration On: Thursday, 7 March 2013 at 12:14am

I don’t know what is going on in my mind. I’m a visual person and often being tongue-tied when I’m panic. And now I’m writing poetry. I don’t know what God has in store for me. Weird. Every words begin to fall and drop into my mind. But I still thank God for this experience.

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.


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.