Freedom & Liberty

Freedom
Liberty
In slavery
In speech
In democracy
In breaking tradition
In breaking law
In our lives

Does freedom in our lives
Brings happiness to us?
Does freedom in law breaking
Cultivate seeds of love or evil?
Does liberty in all things
Cause us to abuse our authority?

Do we use freedom to send love and peace into the world?
Do we use liberty to love one another?
Does freedom protects the earth or abuse it?

What is freedom?
What is liberty?
What is this so called freedom and liberty?


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 25 December 2013 from 10:27pm to 10:35pm

Steve Hi’s poetry in Freedom as Cooperative inspired me and I responded with the birth of this rhythm poetry echoing in my mind. When I search the link to Steve’s poetry at wordpress, I can’t seems to find it. Please, Steve, respond to this poetry with your links when you read this. Thank you.

Thanks to Ann Koplow to visit my blog and provide me the link to Steve Hi’s poetry available at http://stevehi312.wordpress.com/2013/10/16/freedom-as-co-operative/.

Cat, Dog & Baby Mouse

Cat
Waits at the mouse’s hole
Waiting to play with the mouse
Makes fun of the mouse
Poke and itch the mouse
Laughter covers the room
Shouts of help fill the house
Cat laughs at baby mouse’s demise

Dog
Labours the baby mouse
Smells the baby mouse
Cares the baby mouse
Plays with baby mouse
Laughter fills the house
Disciplines baby mouse
Guard baby mouse’s wrong actions
Learning as backbone mother

Mouse
Cute ears pop out
Makes fun of cat
Pokes and itch the cat
With a mischievous smile
Pulls the cat’s hairy legs as the cat changes clothing
Runs around the house
Jumps around the house
Taking off clothing to shower
Showing his sexy naked body with a pose
Misbehaviour turns to obedience once dog appears


Inspiration On: Monday, 4 November 2013 at 11:20pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 5 November 2013 at 2:20am

The cat refers to my husband, dog refers to me, and baby mouse refers to my son. Influenced with the Tom & Jerry cartoon shown by his dad, he keeps on saying he is the mouse, his dad is the cat and I am the dog. Normally, his dad and I notice his cute pop out ears like a mouse’s ears. So I summed up everyone’s perspectives in this poetry. Thanks for reading my poetry and hope you all enjoy this.

Weirdo

Artists are weirdoes
Or
Weirdoes are Artists
Or
Are Artists weirdoes?

A tendency to judge
A tendency to discriminate
The odd ones amongst the common traits

Before passing on judgement
Do we self-evaluate ourselves first?
Or
Do we forget own frailty judging others?

Let’s dwell with each other in love
Let’s dwell with each other in compassion
Let’s dwell with each other in peace
Amidst our differences


Inspiration On: Thursday, 31 October 2013 from 3:02pm to 4:40pm

In terms of strength and intelligence, I am considered the weakest among my siblings. Without a nights sleep, my chronic migraine worsened. My mother posed this question to my family doctor. But she doesn’t have headache without one or two nights sleep. He replied calmly that it is common for people to have headache without sleep. Humorously, he questioned my mum her weirdo for not having headache. She responded with an embarrassed smile.

Little Explorer

Running around
Jumping around
Climbing doors
Climbing chairs
Climbing drawers
Climbing window grills
Peeling stickers out of toys
Peeling any peel-able stuffs
Plucking out Barbie heads
Dismantling plastic chairs

Turn chairs upside down into a slide
Turn oven knobs until it plucks out
Stamping cute stamps onto bed head
Scratching hair and body
Turning the house into a playground

But
Pats me when I’m sick
Share his biscuits with everyone he loves
Caring those who care him
Caring towards younger babies


Inspiration On: Monday, 14 October 2013 at 10:42pm to 11pm

Even though my 39 months toddler is exploring and meddling around the house, he is a caring and hardworking baby.

Broken but Regained Hope

I
Vast sparkly waves of ocean
As the sun shines onto the ocean
Vastness of ocean increases more

II
Final beautiful sight in mind
Gradually sink into the bottom ocean seabed
Eyelids close, sealing own fate

III
Blur sight of a swimmer
Before losing consciousness in the ocean depth
Everyone flashes back in memories

IV
Awaking to the soothing music
Among two smiling patients on hospital beds
Hopes re-live in his heart

V
A man dressed in white
Listens to poured out woes and pats
When other patients go outdoor

VI
Encourages her to be strong
Sowing a strength to own beloved friend
In times of tumultuous life

VII
Seeds of love and care
Gradually buds forth in her broken heart
Living filled with hope again


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 23 July 2013 at 6pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 30 July 2013 from 9:16am to 10:17am

This image had been appearing in my friend’s mind to part III so I expressed it in haiku and continues it.

Family Field

Is family a field of battlefield?
Or
Is family a field of love?

Is family a field of battle?
A battle for power?
A battle for self-fulfilment?
A battle of separation?
A battle of increase burden?

Isn’t family a field of love?
A reason to care?
A reason to self-sacrifice?
A reason of union?
A reason to share burden?


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 30 July 2013 from 9:16am to 9:43am

Whenever I thought of my friend whom I wrote poetry on her behalf, my mind wonders of family values.

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.

嘴巴不停 Racing Mouth

嘴唇动
动作呢?舌头不停
行动呢?

口多声
行为呢?

爱需不需要行动呢?
关怀需不需表现出来呢?
难到生活只是说话呢?

Moving lips
Where are actions?Unstoppable tongue
Any taken actions?

Noisy mouth
Is it put into actions?

Is love without loving actions?
Is care without caring actions?
Is life full of words?


Inspiration On: Sunday, 7 July 2013 at 11:36am
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 8 July 2013 at 10:39pm

Some people talk too much, but not a doer. Recently, I met one. I do feel upset and keeps quiet. Commanding me to do instead of showing it to me by example. Afterward, she just lazed around. I bring this to my Lord and seek Him to enable me to forgive, be patient, and His wisdom to return the tasks to her gently. My family have the tendency to live by example rather than talking. So I dislike those who talk too much and do nothing. Such experience birthed out this poetry.

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.

Motherhood

LOUD
STRONG
WAIL
Project out of the delivery room

A baby is born
His first cry
Enter my ears
Cuddle him
Provides warmth

Life with baby seems rough
Giving him full attention
Stay with him while he cries
Connect us with
Love
Affection
Understanding

The more I care him
The more he calms down with my presence
The more he communicates calmly
Though not all the time


Inspiration On: Thursday, 13 June 2013 at 2:18am
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 14 June 2013 at 11:37pm

Upon reaching motherhood phase of life, I search through books and attempt to apply it. Some methods are successful, but some methods are not applicable. So I’m still learning and agree with some of the theories.