Burn to Save

Manual movements
Manual writing
Manual drawing
Manual play
Burning body energy

Save the battery
Save the cost
Burn more calories
Exercise the body
Thus is

Good for the mind
Good for the body
Good for the heart
Psychological improvements
Living to be

Best to have teamwork
Together to do manually
Though conflict arises
Solve it improve social needs


Inspiration On: Sunday, 12 April 2015 at 1:40pm

A photo of old pencil sharpener inspires my friend to answer that she has the manual one. Manual is good because she feels it save her stationery cost and at the same time burn more energy. I kinda agree due to the society is depending more technologies that need electrical power. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

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Balance Stack Walk

Stack up the play doh buckets.
Brisk into the room elegantly.
Yeah!
I did it!

Plop! Plop! Plop!
The buckets topple.
Aw!
I mess up!

Pick it up again
Stack up again
Yeah!
I did it!

Plop! Plop! Plop!
The buckets topple again.
Aw!
I mess up!

Having fun to balance walking
Bringing play doh buckets stacks.


Inspiration On: Saturday, 3 January 2014 at 4pm

My toddler enjoys to play ‘play doh’ clay. My house rule is to clean and tidy up after play. For the first time, he chooses to stack up the ‘play doh’ buckets. He wants to learn the circus way of balancing. Wish you all have good days and thank you. 

Animal Ride

Animal ride is where the
Fun of self control begins to run
Amok and kiss bountiful pre-dangers

Cling! Step on gas! Go!
Twist! Turn! Reckless zigzag! Thrilled with laughter.
Ride time ends and repeat!


Inspiration On: Saturday, 9 August 2014 at 8:07pm
Revised On: Friday, 15 August 2014 at 12:28pm

Bring my son with my husband to a nearby mall. There are animal rides. Our son is napping so we plan to give him a ride. We discuss this during dinner time. Upon waking up, our son is excited to play so he quickly finishes his meal. Therefore, he joyfully receives his reward bountifully. For the first time, he refuses me to sit behind him. So I walk behind following him running amok and almost crash onto shops. 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


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.

Springboard

A rubbery board
Waiting for hopper
To hop and bounces up
Giving hopper fun and enjoyment
But only to a certain extent

Avoiding exerting too much force
Exert more force
The more the hopper bounces
But the hopper may hit the ceiling
Or the hopper may landed with accident

Beware of the
Springboard
Use cautiously


Inspiration On: Saturday, 17 august 2013 at 1:21am
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 19 September 2013 at 1:02am

The idea of springboard came whenever I remembered the scene in Pingu animation where he jumps on the springboard.

Fly Infinitely

Words are jumping around
Words pop out
Flying words pass by

The seeds of Words
The seeds of faith
Birth out
More words juice out of
The fruits of
The seeds of words
Playing
Echoing
In my heart and mind
As I
Fly with words of poetry
Dabble in words of poetry
Play with words of poetry
Fly in the clouds of poetry

Fly . . . in . . . the midst of
Poetry
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
My Lord Jesus Christ
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Living the Bible
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Observations
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
The Truth
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Muse
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Analysis
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Living in this life

Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly
Flutter . . . Flutter . . . Flutter
Infinitely


Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 6 July 2013 at 1:30am

The image of me flying in the midst of the clouds of poetry gave me the sense of freedom of expressions and release of emotions.

Midnight Hunger

Restless on bed
Growls
He requests for more
More milk

Scoop the milk powder
Drop it into milk bottle
Close it tightly
Shake! Shake!
Dissolving milk powder with water
Suddenly
Creak!
Bam!

My head stuck out of kitchen door
Nobody is there
Who?
My son?

Carry the milk bottle
Plucking the nipple into his
Hungry mouth
Interrogate who plays door
Nod nod
Confess during
Glug glug
Drinking his milk hungrily
Replying his impatience

Finish drinking milk
Letting go the milk bottle to me
Droopy eyes
Drink water and
Dozes off to dreamland


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 3 July 2013 at 12:10am
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 5 July 2013 at 1:20am

My toddler requested to have another round of milk because his stomach growled. While I was shaking the milk bottle, suddenly my room door creak and bam. Sticking my head out, nobody was there. Upon entering my room and plucking the milk bottle to him, I gently asked him the one who opened and closed the door. Nodding while drinking his milk, he confessed. Huh? I do wonder the reason for him doing so. Probing it to know he was being impatient. After his milk, he dozed off easily.