Arid Wilderness

Living in the couch
Nothing in the nothingness
Arid wilderness is scorching
Scorching the love within
Resulting
Desert and dry hearts
Empty hearts
Craving and Wailing for love


Inspiration On: Sunday, 22 December 2013 at 11:25pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 21 April 2014 at 3:22am

This poetry began with the picture of wilderness birthing three lines of words. After referring to it again, more inspirations flowed out birthing out the final epic of the hurting people. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

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Motherhood

LOUD
STRONG
WAIL
Project out of the delivery room

A baby is born
His first cry
Enter my ears
Cuddle him
Provides warmth

Life with baby seems rough
Giving him full attention
Stay with him while he cries
Connect us with
Love
Affection
Understanding

The more I care him
The more he calms down with my presence
The more he communicates calmly
Though not all the time


Inspiration On: Thursday, 13 June 2013 at 2:18am
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 14 June 2013 at 11:37pm

Upon reaching motherhood phase of life, I search through books and attempt to apply it. Some methods are successful, but some methods are not applicable. So I’m still learning and agree with some of the theories.

Jealous Baby Boy

Just a few countable words to grandma
He grabs grandma’s left hand swiftly
His uncle pretends to grab grandma’s right hand
Whining and grabs grandma’s hand stronger
Whining angrily
Impatiently waiting for his uncle to leave grandma
Nobody can replace grandma
Grandma only belongs to him
Grandma is his only
He won’t share her to anyone

Grandma goes out with grandpa
He wailed whiningly
As a sign of disagreement
Grandma only belongs to him
Grandma is his only
He won’t share her to anyone

Instead, he loves his aunt very much
Picks up the telephone
Dial randomly
Speaking imaginatively to his aunt
Anticipating of her visit zealously

On the playground
A toddler older than him hold his dad
He instantly snatches his dad
He disagree instantly for me to be with that toddler
Pissed of that toddler
Target that toddler among others
Whenever that toddler fills the basket with colourful ball
Quietly he presses the button
The button to throw the colourful balls out of the basket
To let that toddler’s collected ball flows out
Repetitively he does so
And continuously does so
Without rest
With a revengeful smile
Oh, that toddler is a boy


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 5 June 2013 At 9:45pm

Seems that my son is jealous of his grandpa and uncle (my younger brother), particularly towards boy and men. He is extremely close to his grandma and loves her the most. That grandma is my mother. He slept beside her from second months to eight months before transferred to his cot. Is this a phase of a toddler’s life? But he is not jealous of my elder sister (his aunt). In fact, he loves her and listens to her more than me.

First to third stanzas are everyday events, but the playground case was the most recent case. I left the playground for toilet after the snatching event. When I returned, I was puzzled of my son to continuously pressed the throw ball button quietly. Upon reaching home, my husband told me what happened when I left the playground for toilet. Though he is a sweet and caring boy, I can’t believe of my son’s jealousy.

Trapped Head

Pushing head into trolley basket
Curiously
For fun
For play
But . . .
But . . .
Can’t!
Can’t
Pull out his head.
Stuck!
Head is trapped!
Head is trapped in the basket!

BANG!
Trolley falls to sideway.
Hold hard with his hands.
But . . .
Still . . .
Head is trapped!
Head is trapped in the basket!
Wail for help!
WAILING!
SHRIEKING!
Grandpa comes to his rescue.
Gradually and patiently
Pull out his head from
Trolley’s basket.
Resolving
Not to do anymore.


Inspiration On: Friday, 22 February 2013 at 10:52pm

The above incident occurred in the morning while I was inside my bathroom. His mind is always full funny ideas out of curiosity and often got into trouble. Then he learns his lesson. With speech warning is not enough. Sometimes, I just can’t help it. At night, then my helper told me the incident.

Locked Melvin

Soft and gentle footsteps
Yawns at the sight
At the sight of dark storeroom.
Climbing up to two boxes
It lays on the top box and
It closes its eyes dozily.
The door closes creakily.
But it doesn’t disturb it.

Few hours have passed
It wakes up
Climbs down
Jumping
Jumping hastily
As it controls its bladder.
Wailing
A SHARP WAILING!!
A WAILING MEOW!!

The door opens swiftly
Too late,
Too late.
It’s too late.
It is sitting on
A pool of urine
With a painful look.
With a relieved look.
Poor Melvin.

Everyone is alerted.
Everyone pities him.
One hugs and caresses him.
One wipes and mops its urine.
Poor Melvin.
Poor Melvin.


Inspiration On: Thursday, 14 February 2013 at 6:35pm
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 15 February 2013 at 1:15am

This is the third series about my stray pet ‘Melvin’ who is mentioned in my previous poetry. This time it is mentioned in the cat’s point of view. This case happened when nobody knew that Melvin came and entered the storeroom. Normally, we closed the storeroom’s door to prevent cockroaches and rats from making its nest.

Play on Cot

Stick out legs
Pull in legs
Out of the cot bars

Stick out legs
Pull in legs
Out of the cot bars
Seems fun

On his cot
Stick out legs
Pull in legs
Out of the cot bars

But . . .
Now . . .
Suddenly . . .

Escalating cry
Crying to wail
Moaning in pain
Seeking for help

Oh, thigh is stuck
Stuck between bars
Bars of his cot!

Apply lotion to the area of his
His thigh, knee, and calf.
My helper helps out
Helps me to pull him
While I push in.

Praise the Lord that
I thank God that
That my baby is fine
Though reddish left thigh.


Inspiration On: Monday, 8 October 2012 at 1:54pm

My toddler enjoys sticking out his legs out of the cot bar. Then he pulls back. While he was drinking milk, I cleared my spouse’s documents on the tray. Suddenly, he cried turned to wail in pain. To find out, his thigh was stuck between the bars with his knee stopping him from pulling in. My helper and I tried to help him. Using baby lotion to apply from his thigh to his legs then I informed my helper to go to the other side to pull him with me pushing his thigh. Thank God that his leg could return to his cot. And he mentioned that he did not dare to do so anymore.