Favourite About Spring Season

Attraction to spring time
Is the
Atmosphere and the beauty of resurrection

Favourite about spring time
Is the
Finest and fittest season of life

Trees brings forth fruits
Animals are well fed
Flowers’ buds grow as all its petals open up

Humans live in comfort
Without fearing hot and cold
Enjoy the harvest of agriculture

Behold, the beauty of spring!

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 7 April 2015 at 12:30am

Megan has OCD posted about My Favorite Things about Spring sparked and birthed the first stanza of this poetry. The remaining poetry poured out as we converse about it. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Hot Cold

Do not drag me into your
Impending fire of judgement

Do not drag me into your
Anticipated burning of fire in hell

Must I
POUR
Cold water into your head?

To wake you up
From your dark sleep?

To lift you up
To see and trust Jesus in the heaven?

Inspiration On: Monday, 9 February 2015 from 3:37pm to 3:41pm

A brother in Christ was going through difficult problems with himself and the people around him. A sister in Christ warned me from being dragged by that brother in Christ in terms of spiritual and work. After I stopped myself from busyness and take a walk from the house, God confirmed it through three people and just revealed it to me. This awakened me from being too emotional. That brother in Christ is in need of a spiritual daddy who can guide him in his spiritual walk. Thank God for an uncle willingly to mentor my that brother in Christ. And I am also thankful for his readiness to guide the young. All those tumultuous heart and mind birth the above poetry to tell that brother in Christ. It is to wake him up from his lack of self-worth slumber. Wish you all have good days and thank you. 

Dorayaki Chases

Eyes
Mouth
Hands
Legs
Erupt out of dorayaki

Noticing a toddler
With an evil hungry look
Dorayaki chases after him
He is startled
As it approaches him
STOP!!!
He shrieked

Dorayaki freezes
Abruptly, he
Gulps
Munches
The whole dorayaki

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 17 August 2014 during midnight to evening
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 19 August, 2014 at 2:19pm

A Dorayaki chased after him and going to gulp him. Wriggling in fear, he shouted in fear, “STOP!!!” The Dorayaki froze. And the position reversed. It was his turn to eat and munch the frozen Dorayaki. This happened during midnight as my toddler cried in his sleep and shouted in his sleep, “STOP!!!” Then he calmed down and continued his sleep. His dad went near him as I was soundly asleep due to anti-depressants. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Fatigue

Work from home
Care my son
Spend time with husband
Spend time and help parents
Lack of spare time
Fatigue body
Loss of concentration
When will this end?

Wishing to connect with others
Switching on the computer
Fall asleep in front of the computer
Before entering
Wordpress
When will this end?

A daily continuum cycle
When will this cycle breaks?
Blockage at every poetry
Muse is neglected
When will this cycle breaks?

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 13 March 2014 at 10pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 19 August, 2014 at 1:48pm

During the stated inspirations, everything seems bleak due to late sleeping and unknowingly I am under depression. After I go to the neurology doctor last Friday, I am diagnosed with depression and I reluctantly consume the medication. Though I sleep longer than usual due to the anti-depressant, my concentration level improves. I really thank my parents to care my son whenever I am sleeping. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Sleep Walking

T-shirt pulls upwards with wrinkles
Scratching all over body without tuck in
Causing wind enters into stomach

Stomach pain due to wind
Dances all over the stomach wall happily
Unless fart to eliminate pain

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 22 April 2014 at 5:37am to 5:55am

My dear 45 months toddler was sleeping, but he still could feel itchy and scratch himself. It was a very surprising discovery. Unconsciously, we still feel itchy during sleep even hot and cold. I am still questioning why my toddler feels itchy at night? Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Slogging through the Midnight

Slogging through the midnight
Wishing to alter my sleeping habit
Only to realize
Determination alone isn’t enough
Strong will alone isn’t enough
Mind alone isn’t enough
Own plan will not prevail
Fatigue body in control
Render myself helpless
Entering the dream entrance
Exiting the dream world late morning
Changing sleeping habit fails

Slogging through the midnight
Wishing to alter my sleeping habit
Awaiting dawn
Leave my sleeping bed
Entering into an empty room
Switching on the light
Thinking poetry
Processing my thoughts
Writing poetry
Awaiting dawn
To pass the day sleepily
Possibly to sleep at 9 o’clock night

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 7 January 2014 from 12am to 3:41am

Hoping to change my unhealthy sleeping habit, I resolved to have a sleepless night in order to wake up early at 5am in the morning. Looking through the incomplete poetry to pass the midnight. Most attempts were failed due I fell asleep. This time I try again and see the result. The keyword “slogging through the night” helped me to begin this poetry.

Lazy Cat & Worm

High piling tasks to complete
Someone relaxes without lifting hands
Enjoying giving out commands
For me to do
To do this
To do that
To search this
To search that

Such a simple tasks
Doesn’t bother to lift hands
Always on bed
Cluttering the place
Messing the tidy place
Lazes on bed
Like a lazy worm
Lazy like the cat
Sleeping two thirds of the day
Am I a slave without break?
All tasks seem endless

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 25 December 2013 from 2:18pm to 2:28pm

Terry Shepherd’s poetry dived into my hearts and minds. Her poetry can be found at here and I can understand her feelings to have a break.

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.

Mobile Phone Camera

Facing camera lens of mobile phone
Fingers brush over golden dyed hair
Tidying his hairstyle
To look cool and presentable

Mirror is frozen at home
As mirror sleeps waiting
The return of its owner
Lonely of its master’s touch

Old things are cast aside and discarded
New stuff constantly goes along
Until it fades into old and rusty
With another new one replaces its current status

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Inspiration On: Monday, 16 September 2013 from 10:34am to 10:42am

A man was sitting beside me looking at himself using his iPhone camera lens as mirror to tidy his hair. This intrigues me to write poetry then second stanza enters my imagination with third stanza is my conclusion.

Migraine Relapse

Muscle tightness
Tied to the max
Unbearable
Needles poking inside
My skull
Electric Shock inside
My skull

Pain runs through my body
Pain begins from shoulder-ache
Runs through my neck
Into the neurons of my brain
Pain in between my pelvic and thigh
Paralyze my whole body system
Onto my bed
Prevent me from work

Prevent me
From awake
Drowsiness sets in
Doze to dreamland

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 14 September 2013 from 8am to 10:29pm

Upon waking up in the morning, my neck and shoulder pain led my migraine to paralyze my whole being. Thankfully my helper massaged my shoulder and I returned to sleep.

At night, I have been scratching my head to remember what I had done yesterday. Buying forty pieces of 250gsm papers and other drawing tools. Then I met my friend whose age is close to my mother’s age. Dragging myself to accompany her to Chinatown who asked me to do so. She wanted to go to Canada and was afraid of money changer people bully her. First, we scanned through buildings for cheap luggage locks. Next, we went to money changer. Finally, she decided to eat at the hawker centre. Glad to send her to the MRT station.

Carrying backpack with the drawing tools inside my bag. Left hand hold the papers. Passing by Blue Max video shop, I was attracted to buy four Veggie Tales DVDs and other anime DVDs and VCDs. My journey ended as I boarded bus home. Realizing my own fault for forcing myself to do more than I can do.