Inspiration On: Tuesday, 4 December 2013 at 3:45pm
Inspiration Ends On: Sunday, 23 November 2014 at 5:19pm
This poetry was inspired during watching “Frozen” animation. Freezing in the cold. But this poetry is frozen half way due to reacting and responding to juggle so many tasks at hands. Inside, I feel so upset for no reason. Then I realize that I have neglected this creative talents in me. Wish you all have good days and thank you.
Erupt out of dorayaki
Noticing a toddler
With an evil hungry look
Dorayaki chases after him
He is startled
As it approaches him
The whole dorayaki
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.
Target a snack pack
Signalling feet and hands
Pull a chair to open fridge
To gulp food
Knowing whose footsteps
Knowing opened snacks packs
A pair of speedy hands and feet
Snatch snack packs
From my hands
Ready to swallow
Speedy brain, hands and feet
Speedy body parts
Nobody in the house
Able to stop him
His fast motion
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 27 November 2013 at 8pm
Inspiration On: Thursday, 28 November 2013 at 10am
This poetry was triggered during conversation dinner with my husband. I shared how our 35 months son sneakily stealed a Milo drink packs from our snack box.
Testing my patience
Bullying in school
Bullying in enterprise
In this world
What will you do?
If you are in my position?
What will you do?
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 26 June 2013 at 10:03am
Inspiration Ends On: Sunday, 14 July 2013 at 2:51pm
I can’t stand a person who tried to find fault. Every time I’m the one who tried to avoid quarrel, they are trying to quarrel with my family. So I have been feeling and wishing them to stop testing my patience.
Is quiet being considered as weak?
Does refusing to fight back is considered weak?
We, the introverts, prefer to avoid quarrel
We dislike fight
We dislike quarrel
We hope the bully starters to stop barking
Why should you (bully starters) find fault with us?
What do you (bully starters) dislike in us?
We, the introverts, love peace
We love quietness
We love amicable resolution
We wish the bully starters to respect our boundaries
Bully starters, please stop bullying the weak
Before the situation switch over
And you regret your attitudes and doings
Be more understanding
Be more respectful
Please stop your bullying upon the quiet
Inspiration On: Saturday, 22 June 2013 at 1:35am to 2:16am
Recently, my niece and nephew came from abroad with their mother for a few days. They are my cousin’s wife and children. So they lodge at my house. My son was very happy to have a friend to play. My niece chose to stay home than going out with her mother and my mother. At first, he allowed her to play his tricycle then I snatched back. Sometimes he resort to hitting. He hit my niece who is older than him by one year. But she reminds me of myself. Though she was hit a few times, she didn’t fight back. She chooses to avoid fight hoping the relationship will be well again. Though they are well again, the disagreement happened again. Of course, this raged me and told my son to stop hitting. I can resonate with my niece’s feeling. She is quiet who colours well and mind her own things. I enjoy looking at her colouring.
Recalling of my bad memories to be bullied at school and at home, my mindset resurfaced much clearer now.
Fear drives me
Driving me nuts
Driving me crazy
Run! Run! Run!
Running across the forest
Run! Run! Run!
Running across the bushes
At the end of the
Jump into the valley?
. . . . . . . . .
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 29 May 2013 from 2pm to 6:55pm
My thirty five months son was driving me to anger by his attitude and behaviour. Seems that my mother spoilt him too much. My relative’s six years old daughter spoke in a rude tone. My son likes her a lot so recently he copied such attitude. Oh! I’m in my wits end.
Unexpectedly, “Driving me nuts. Driving me crazy” carried me into the imagination of a young lady being chased in the forest then she was stuck at the cliff.
The Mr. Rabbit
Glued to the newspaper
Glued onto the wet asphalt
Glued in talking to the rescuers
On the road
Walking on the road
The object of LaUgH!
Inspiration On: Saturday, 25 May 2013 at 1:50pm to 2:37pm
While re-watching the DVD by Richard Scarry on Silly Stories with my son, the Absent-Minded Mr. Rabbit who is stuck on the new asphalt birthed this poetry. This began with, “Glued to the newspaper. Glued onto the wet cement” then realized that asphalt is the correct word instead of cement.