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?

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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.

Looking For

The minute I left the room
Tap tap tap
Here comes the toddler
Like a magnet
Like a glue
Needing me to accompany him
To brush teeth
To play
To sleep

Knocking grandma’s room
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”
Knocking bathroom door
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”
Knocking my room
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”
Peeking into the kitchen
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”

Tap tap tap
Here comes the toddler
Like a magnet
Like a glue
Needing me to accompany him
To brush teeth
To play
To sleep

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Inspiration On: Monday, 14 October 2013 at 1:20am to 4pm

It has been a month for my 39 months toddler sticks like a glue to me to accompany him in everything he does. Therefore, such experience births this poetry and I missed my friends and wordpress friends.

Almost Knock

Standing behind
On the escalator
To prevent him
From falling
To cover him
From falling.
Suddenly
He STOPs to move forward
From the escalator.
Standing behind
On the escalator
Almost COLLIDE
Onto him!

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Inspiration On: Friday, 22 March 2013 at 9:21pm

My son was standing on the escalator beside his dad whereas I stood behind to protect him from behind. Unexpectedly, he refused to walk forward and my husband pulled him forward. Therefore, I almost knocked onto my son.

Toddler reaching 2 Years Old

Touching the table
Tapping the table
Smacking the table loudly

Leaning against the wall
Leaning against the table
Causing it to creak and slide backward
Leaning against the opened door
And almost fall

Let me go and off
Climbing the window grill
Climbing up and down
Climbing left and right
As I watch in fear
In fear of his safety
But burst of laughter
Is his response to me

Pushing the chair to the door
Climbing the chair
Hand reaching to the door knob
And the door is opened
Grinning upon accomplishing it
Leaping from the chair
And run to my embrace
Astonished by his action.

Running around the living room
Running around the bed side
Running around the library
Running around the mall
Observing a twirling spectacle display
Spinning round and round while holding my hand

Upon reaching home
Kicks in the air
Swinging his legs in the air
And off the sandals out of his feet
One drop onto my head
One landed my spouse’s face

Knocking grandma’s room door
Wanting to enter her room
No response
Banging the door
The door is opened
Enter her room swiftly
Press the door lock at the knob
But, he can’t unlock due to his height

Before sleep
In the cot
Twirl his body
A somersault occurs

Finally, the active baby
Falls asleep in the
Small lit room
With music.

Oh, I am in peace.
Peace has returned to the house.
Everyone is at peace.
A peaceful atmosphere.

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 16 June 2012 at 9:40pm
Revised On: Thursday, 21 June 2012 at 1:23am

An observation of my active toddler who is going to reach two years old, the above inspiration is birthed out and penned down. In the paragraph “Upon reaching home”, his sandals drop onto the floor. Though I depict it landed onto my head and my husband’s face, it occurs in the realm of my imagination in order to make it funnier.