Crying Out

Here I am
Crying out to
Express 
Myself 
With the right words
With the right vocabularies

Scritch!
Scratch!
Scribbling!
On the paper

Scritch!
Scratch!
Click erase!
On the word document

Oh, Lord! 
Please help me!

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 9 September 2014 at 2:02pm to 2:05pm

When I need to write an email to ask for questions in a software, I am struggling to express myself with the right words. In the previous email, the responder didn’t seem to understand my questions. Living such life is stressful for me though I still persist. This often happen to me and I re-correct the words once or twice then I receive the answer. Hope this time works. Finally, it works. Wishing you all good days and thank you.

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

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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.

Grandma’s Pyjama

Mischievous and swiftly runs into grandma’s room
Noticing the opening of upper pyjama
Head slips into grandma’s pyjama
Then
Head slips out of grandma’s pyjama
Laughingly comment
The mole at her chest
They laugh together

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Inspiration On: Monday, 4 November 2013 at 11:20pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 5 November 2013 at 1:58am

This was the most embarrassing situation and too late for me to intervene. My helper reported me about this. My forty months son confessed to me this incident. All I can do was to speak to him to stop such action. Thanks for reading my poetry and hope you all enjoy this.

Baby Game

Gladly, he smilingly passes
A pillow to me
Analogy as a baby
The baby he wants
Slot into his shirt
Meaning he is pregnant
Then slot it out
Meaning baby births out

Question me how to
Pour in milk powder
With his one and
Only water milk bottle
Going to open it
My response is to
Use imagination to pour
Milk powder into his
Only water milk bottle
Next, he opens his
Water milk bottle to
Feed the baby (pillow)

My mind wonders around
Then question him curiously
Does he want me
To have another baby?
His nods with yes
He wishes to have
A sibling, a sister

Night fills the sky
Two penguins soft toy
Slot into his shirt
Meaning he is pregnant
Then slot it out
Meaning baby births out
Taking water milk bottle
Feed them with his
Only water milk bottle
As the penguins repetitively
Taking turns to be
Slotted in, slotted out
Pregnancy and giving birth
In a continuum process
Letting the baby sleep
On his new bed

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 5 June 2013 from 11:30am to 9:30pm

Beginning his own new game that I never know. As I recalled, he ever questioned how he existed. My reply was he stayed in my stomach then birthed out as a baby and wailed. A few times, he repeated this. Unexpectedly, today, he plays this game and shocks me. And my guess is correct. What do you all think?

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?

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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.

Spring

The most comfortable climate
Blooming with beautiful green leaves
Blooming with beautiful scent flowers
Lush of greeneries covering the country.

Elastic!
Jumping up
Jumping down
Pushing in
Pulling out
Springing back to its
Original position
Original size.

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Inspiration On: Monday, 22 April 2013 at 8:58pm
Inspiration On: Monday, 29 April 2013 at 12:23pm

The dictionary defines spring
1. To rise, leap, move, or act suddenly and swiftly, as by a sudden dart or thrust forward or outward, or being suddenly released from a coiled or constrained position
2. To be released from a constrained position, as by resilient or elastic force or from the action of a spring
3. To issue forth suddenly, as water, blood, sparks, fire, etc
4. To come into being, rise, or arise within a short time
5. To come into being by growth, as from a seed or germ, bulb, root.

First paragraph is to describe spring season whereas the second is to describe the spring object.

Endless Cycle of Life

A new life pops out to this world
A long old life suddenly diminishes from this world
It seems like an endless cycle,
An endless cycle of life.

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 12 January 2013 at 4:30pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 14 January 2013 at 10:53am

While I was communicating with my helper, suddenly the above inspiration picture was birthed forth.

As A Lady

A lady aspire to concern of her parents
However, parents push her to marriage
Thus, she obliges

In marriage, she must take care of both husband and newborn
And not to forget, her job
Nevertheless, parents whine not spending enough time with them.

Though she aspires to take care of her parents
Financially and spending time with them,
There seems to be endless tasks
As the clock continuously tick
No freezing of time

How contradicting of her parents
The lady is sandwiched between parents, husband, and baby
Parents-in-law also whines of their son
How contradicting of her parents-in-law
The lady is sandwiched between husband and parents-in-law.

Burn-out occurs.

Oh, that is why
Some choose celibacy.

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 16 May 2012 at 1:11pm and 3pm
Revised On: Monday, 21 May 2012 at 1pm

Though my parents stay with me, I can’t seem to have time for myself. There seems to be numerous and endless tasks to make sure the house is neat, tidy, and in proper order. Not just taking care of newborn child and doing my freelance work. I have been trying to balance the time and in the end, my body sometimes burns out even though I engage a helper.

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.