Smelly Room

Pooooot!
Aircon BLOWS
Dad’s fart towards
The toddler!
Living in the smelly room
Until he pulls
His bolster to
Cover his nose
For a few minutes

The smell is gone
I enter the room
He complains to me
The smelly room
Caused by
His only dad
And calling me blessed
To be saved from the
Smelly fart

Here I am in the room
Pressing cold pack with
Great pressure
Creating
Fart sound-like
The little one presumes so
Only to realize
Pressurize old pack
But instantly
Pooooot!
Sorry, I fart
Poor little fella to
Cover his nose
with bolster again

My husband inquire
The need to
Switch on the
Air purifier again
Due to
The couple’s fart
Polluting the room


Inspiration On: Monday, 23 March 2015 at 11:17pm

All these encounter is enough to make my son laughs. Hope this is enough to give you all have a good laugh after your hard days’ labour. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Eat Vegetable

Good
Essential for health
Best to eat

Grab a bite
Yucks!
Bitter!
But . . .
Forcing myself
To gulp vegetables
On my plate

Day by day
Year by year
Live with such taste
But . . .
At my twelfth year
My tongue doesn’t taste
Bitter vegetables

The fresh leafs of vegetables
Reaps delicious taste
Rich feelings of enjoyment
Crushing vegetables with my teeth
Tasting every pieces of it passing by my tongue
Before entering the throat


Inspiration On: Thursday, 13 March 2014 at 10pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 21 April 2014 at 4:03am

 

Upon interacting with Y Prior, Be With Us, Sharmishtha Basu and Toni Andruikitas about their vegetables consumption experiences (at my Body & Stomach Needs poetry), it struck me to tap upon my younger age experiences in vegetables.  It is a memorable event. Thanks to them for bringing out my memories. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Train Track Line

Being in his dad’s carry
Outstretch his body to hug me closely
We swiftly carefully leaving lift

A cute sweet baby boy
Hugging me wishing warmth from my hug
Reminiscing infanthood in my embrace

His dad holds him strongly
He clings onto my neck grappling strongly
Looking like train track line


Inspiration On: Monday, 29 July 2013 at 10:43pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 30 July 2013 at 12:05am

This event occurred while we returned home from a nearby mall for a walk.

Play Power Game

Playing power game
Toddler refuses to let grandma in
The grandma
SCOLDs him
THROWs angrily
Toy cup to him
But he AvOiDs
She SHOUTs

Bam the table
Talking badly
Grandpa SCOLDs her
For throwing cups to baby
She picks a FIGHT
Oh no!

Grandma SHOUTS
This is my house
He replies
This is my house

Quarrelling
Bickering
Fights
Bam the table
She quarrels
With his other grandma
Grandma from mother

She shouts
With everyone
Emotions get over her
Daughter in law
Unexpectedly, first time
Daughter in law SHOUTs back
Asking her to STOP
Quarrelling


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 16 July 2013 from 11:09am to 11:57am

Oh, the quarrels and commotion. A headache story where my friend confided with me asked me to write poetry based on her family’s situation. So this poetry is dedicated to my friend. This story is based on my friend’s story with a toddler who loves to play power game with everyone in the family to stop from entering house. It is just a power play game. Normally, his parents and grandparents play along. Later on, he let them in. Unexpectedly, the grandma from dad’s side took it to heart and lashed out at the son. Take anything from the floor and threw at him, but thank God the thing is thrown away.

Cycle

As I observe this world
There is all type of cycle

Cycle of life
From infanthood
to childhood
to teen-hood
to adulthood
to old age
Then return to ashes

Cycle of time
12 o’clock morning to
12 o’clock afternoon
Then back to 12 o’clock morning again

Cycle of days and weeks
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
Then back to Monday again

Cycle of months in a year
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
Then back to January again


Inspiration On: Saturday, 12 September 2011 at 10:30 pm

The word, “cycle” inspires my observation about the world. This reminded me of Solomon wrote in the book of Ecclesiastes chapter 1 verse 8 to 10.