An Energetic Toddler

His howling is noisy
His touching is nosey

Concern is his joy
Furry is his toy

Soft hair is fluffy
Soft toy is stuffy

Pluck out his dad’s beard
Tuck in beard to his chin

A toddler full of energy
An energetic toddler
Such an energetic toddler.


Inspiration On: Monday, 22 April 2013 at 11:24pm
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 25 April 2013 at 9:12pm

Though my son enjoys touching safe and even dangerous objects, he is a loving and adorable baby boy to me. My son talks a lot and tends to howl, but he loves soft toy besides of car and balls. My husband and I often felt tired with our son due to his high energy level. I need to step in to tell him to prepare to sleep or else he runs around rampantly and continually laugh loudly.

Dark bottomless Pit

My heart sinks
Sink into a
Dark bottomless pit
All hope is lost
Forever
All data is gone
Forever
Backup isn’t the recent.

Unwilling to admit defeat
Continuum pressing its power button
Continuum disappointment sets in
My heart and mind cries out to my Lord

Press iPod touch’s power button again
Symbols appear signaling to charge
Swiftly, I plug it
Oh! The plug isn’t fully inserted.
The plug isn’t fully inserted.
Press the plug harder
iPod touch is charging.
My heart rises up
My heart rises out of the
Dark bottomless pit
All hope returns
All data is alive
Daily backup is essential.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 24 April 2013 at 10:10pm

Since last year, I have been using the first generation of iPod touch. It was bought by my dad who was offered by his friend. His friend sells it at a discounted price to my dad. My family and I sat in utter disbelief for him to buy such an expensive device. In our eyes, my dad leads a frugal life. Due to inexperience towards electronic device, he passed the iPod touch to my brother. All along my brother use it for playing games and watch converted videos. Samsung galaxy came into the picture and he renewed his mobile phone contract to purchase it. In the end, the iPod touch is in my hand whose purpose is to check my email and writing down my inspirations of poetry.

Upon realizing the iPod touch was dead; my heart sank because of my data. Data of inspirations and tasks. Spending my midnight to write down on the paper whatever I can remember. The third paragraphs summarize my thankfulness to my Lord Jesus Christ, surprise and heart is alive again. But also feel silly.

Darkness Disciplinary Action

Darkness cover the
Kitchen
Living room
Climb down the chair
Crying
Begging
For mercy
Click!
Light returns to the kitchen
Willingly to correct his attitude.

Darkness cover the
Kitchen
Living room
Climb down the chair
Walk and open
The door of my room
Calling his dad.
Then he runs back to
The kitchen
Drag! Drag! Drag!
Drag his white chair
Climb up to his chair
Click!
Light returns to the kitchen
Then he swiftly drinks his milk.


Inspiration On: Sunday, 21 April 2013 at 11:14pm

Yesterday was the first time I implemented such discipline to my toddler when he misbehaved. Unexpectedly, the same disciplinary actions don’t work today and produces the actions stated in the second paragraph.

Oh, Poetry Poetry

Oh, poetry poetry
How do you define yourself?

You are crafted beautifully
Crafted with
Words of vocabularies
Strong words
Enough to
Capture
The readers’ attention
Penetrate
The readers’ heart.

You are crafted beautifully
Crafted with
Lines of separation
In the midst of
White space of paper.
In the midst of
White space of word document.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 17 April 2013 from 3:45am to 5:26pm

The habit to enter bathroom before sleep suddenly, “Oh, poetry poetry How do you define yourself?” echo in my mind. Because I have been reading the bloggers’ poetry.

Shine Shine

Shine Shine.
Shine Shine.
Looking down
Looking curiously
Looking excitedly
At his new
Shining sandals
A pair of new shining sandals.

Thrilled by
Shine Shine.
Shine Shine.
Stomp! Stomp!
Stomping to
Let it shine.
Shine Shine.
Shine Shine.

On the way home
He reports and show to a neighbour grandpa.
Upon reaching home
He reports via phone to granny.
When the helper tends him
He reports and shows his new sandal.
So excited with
A pair of new shining sandals.
Shine Shine.
Shine Shine.


Inspiration On: Sunday, 14 April 2013 at 9:20pm

Since my son’s sandal is tight, his dad and I brought him out to buy a new sandal. Not much choice with the sandal size. Only a pair of red angry bird sandal is size 29 suitable for my 33 months toddler. Surprisingly, after we bought it, the sandal shined. My son was intrigued and always stomped his feet in order to see its little light effect.

Pulled by Dog & Toddler

Walk the dog with the dog lace
Enjoying the windy breeze on a park
Passing by a lane
A kitten appears
Appear to poke fun of the dog
Fuming with anger
The dog chases it
It runs and runs
The dog’s master is pulled
Pulled by the
The huge hairy police dog!

Running after
Chasing after
His dad
I’m pulled by him
Him who is
Running after
Chasing after
His dad!


Inspiration On: Thursday, 11 April 2013 from 9:43pm to 10:03pm

Eraser Finger

Draw. Draw.
Draw straight line
On the paper.
Draw. Draw.
Draw until
out of the paper.
Stop!
“Clean it.”
Pointing finger.
Instinctively,
Using his pointing finger
Use finger as an eraser
To
Rub, rub
Rubbing slowly
Rub, rub
Rubbing patiently
Erasing the straight mark
On the table.

It’s gone!
What?!
It’s gone!


Inspiration On: Monday, 8 April 2013 from 1:40pm to 9:04pm

In the afternoon, my son and I were colouring with crayon. Suddenly, the straight line he drew was out of paper and left mark on the table. I told him to clean it by asking a cloth to wipe it. The reason for me to do so is hoping to instill a sense of responsibility into him. Unexpectedly, he used his finger to rub upon it and the crayon mark slowly disappeared. My eyes popped out in disbelief how he knows such a way.

KiLL

Swords kill
Drugs kill
Words kill
Secrets kill
Truths kill
Fear kills
Earthquake kills
Mountain blast kills
Flood kills
Earthquake kills
Mountain blast kills
Hurricane kills
Strong Wind kills
Lightning kills
Low temperature kills
Freeze kills
High temperature kills
Magma kills

Kill physical bodies
Kill hearts
Kill minds
Kill into the core of beings
Kill feelings
Kill self-image
Kill self-confidence
Kill determination
Kill purpose of living.

Why can’t we take care
Take care the words
The words coming out
Coming out of our
Tongue and mouth?


Inspiration On: Thursday, 4 April 2013 at 7:02pm
Inspiration On: Saturday, 6 April 2013 at 11:14pm

Kick Empty Bucket

PAM!
Kicking the empty bucket
PAM!
BAM! BAM!
It falls over
As it
ROLL! ROLL!
And
ROLL! ROLL!

SCOLDING!
Afraid of grandma’s scolding
Grandma’s first scolding
WAIL!
Wail FeArFuLlY.

On his cot, he confesses
Confesses of his wrongdoings
Wrongdoings to me.
Slowly & gently, I explain
It is wrong
Wrong to kick the bucket
The empty bucket.
Don’t repeat it.
Nod, nod.
Nodding in agreement.
Learning his lesson.


Inspiration On: Thursday, 4 April 2013 at 11:45pm
Inspiration On: Saturday, 6 April 2013 at 9:57pm

Upon rushing home from the lecture performance, my son played with the recycled bucket in his grandma’s room during my shower. His grandma never scolds him and tends to spoil him with lots of things. The recycled empty bucket is to contain the air-conditioner leakage. Of course, my son was testing his grandma’s patience. Scolding occurs then afraid. Next day onwards, he stops doing it.