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MY POEMS PART THREE
DRACULAS
Cold, slithery, long, creepy,
There they lie in cages
Waiting to be drawn of their
Blood by modern-day draculas
Who flock from all over the globe
To taste this exotic and
Mind boggling aphrodisiac.
Like the legendary Dracula
Who needed warm blood to keep himself alive,
They crave for this reptilian blood
To boost their manhood
Which spawns this unimaginable trade
That spells havoc for these creatures.
Hundreds are captured and
Mercilessly brought to
This Southern Thai town of Haadyai
Where they have their poison drawn,
Slit, galls gouged out
And drained of their blood.
Mixed with herbs,
Gall and wine
Snake blood is said to do wonders to health.
Like what the Koreans say about dog meat
Or what the Chinese say about tiger's penis,
Shark's fins, bear's bile, crocodile's penis,
rhinocerous horns, monkey brains, foetuses...
A wanton belief that will leave us one day
Very lonely in the animal world!
REVELATIONS
In Islam is a beautiful
and poignant verse
which exhorts men to
Care for animals, pity
Them for their helplessness and
In Buddhism not to kill them.
If only the animals could read,
They would probably be
The first adherents
Of these great religions.
Buddhism is safe and sound
Garnering even a following
In Catholic France, making
It the third largest religion there.
Islam is, however, muddled by sects in
Divisive activities
Actually shunned by
Almighty Allah
Who exhorts in the Koran
That followers should stay united
Heart and soul.
A religion that has stood up
Even for animals has been degraded
By self-righteous militants
Who have ears that dont hear
And hearts that dont feel.
The world watches in awe
As they break every tenet
Of their religion but
In Allah's name.
BRUNO MANSER
Bruno, Bruno
Where are you?
Are you scaling Batu Lawi?
Are you still up there on Batu Lawi?
Are you still with your
Beloved Borneo tribes?
Where are you Bruno?
Your family are waiting
Your friends are waiting
For you back in Basel
Missing you day and night
Your tribal comrades too
Are longing to see your
Courageous face again
Missing your inspiration
Bruno, Bruno
Are you really on the run?
Away from those
Who are on your heels?
Away from those
Who swear to put
You behind bars?
Away from those
Who wish to send
You back home?
Bruno, Bruno
You are brave
Your are adventurous
You are indomitable
In fighting for your beloved
Borneo brethrens
But Bruno, Bruno
It is a lost cause
Isn't it?
Is there a better
Way to stand up for them?
Is there a better
Way to stand up for them?
Bruno, Bruno
But where are you?
Are you still up there on Batu Lawi?
Are you still up there on Batu Lawi?
Poem Title: MY CHILD (1)
Poem:
My child
Read this book
Mother has bought for you
After which
Mother will bring you for
The usual evening walk
Through the greenery
Rejoicing under the
Light of dusk
With your innocent voice
Filling the air
Remember not to run too far away
Don't hurt those little lives
I know you want to catch
Those jumping insects
To feed your colourful fishes
At home
Leave them alone
Play around
Let's be good friends
With all living creatures around
My child
Your teacher has taught you to sing
Some sweet songs today
Sing them now
And sing them loud
As you run on your little two feet
Mum feels the love for you
Even more in this
Wonderful environment
Of sublime beauty
Those myriad flowers
Welcoming us with
Scintillating fragrances
Bright red roses
Morning glory
Wild orchids
And the hynotic chirping
Of the little birds
In the nearby trees
Welcoming each other
Back to roost
And sharing
Their adventures
Of the day
My child
Let's go home
Dont say ''No''
It will be too late
Once the sun goes to sleep
Darkness will set in
Turn around
And be home
For your study
And bedtime stories
And then sleep sweetly
Till the sun rises again
Brining us the cheers
And promises of another
Wholesome day
Poem Title: TOKYO (0)
Poem:
A city of many many millions
A throbbing city with
A thousand dreams
And a painful past
Earthquakes, fires, killings,
Allied bombings, palace intrigues
Power struggles and
Religious persecutions
Never douse its forward
Matching spirit to the fore
Of technology, fashion, ideas,
Knowledge and world peace
A city that has astounded the
World with its mindboggling transformation
From feudal backgrounds to
Modernity and world's top in less
Than a century never
Fails to fascinate a foreigner
With its contrasts between
The old and the new
The Occident and the Orient
A geisha walking under her
colourful parasol
in the midst
Of modern skyscrapers
An emotion charged enka played
Amid catchy modern hits
Old Chinese inspired temples, jinjas
And pagodas with up-to-date facilities
The only city in the world
That forever renounces war
In its constitution
This is Tokyo, a city fortunate
Enough to have Van Goh's Sunflower
Nobel-prize writer Yasunari Kawabata
Oscar Samurai celluloid creator Akira Kurosawa
The blessings of Sungoddess Amaterasu
And auspices of the world's oldest monarchy
The next great earthquake
Predicted to strike anytime
Doesnt seem to dim the enthusiasm of
Its populace who seek out every
Inch of land here for
More development and......fun!
Poem Title: Puzzles (2)
Poem:
Immense is God's love for men that
He not only keeps them companied
But amused and entertained
Through his ubiquitous
Puzzle games intricately
worked out for them
..in the sky, in the oceans,
In the mountains.... everywhere
If only they care to seek them out.
To boost their enthusiasm
In this mind racking tournament,
A rich reward awaits
Each puzzle solved
As can be seen from
Watt's answer to his rattling kettle
That won us the locomotive
Or Jenner's answer to the
Uninfected dairymaids that
Won us the vaccine for smallpox
Or Fleming's answer to the growth
On his petri dishes that
Won us the penicilin
Or Einstein's answer to
The mechanics of space
That won us the
Theory of relativity
Enlightening us much about
speed, time, light and distance
And the possibility of space travel.
Wonder who will solve the ultimate
Puzzle, death, which will win
For each of us a permanent place
In this world!
GARDEN OF LOVE
Buzzing...buzz...buzz...the
Big silver black bee with a yellow
Spot on its back, a constant visitor
To my garden, never missed in the afternoon
Performing a scintillating dance
Of cheers buttressed by its own music
Brightening up the atmosphere of the garden
Enhancing its heartrending beauty of
Sunflowers, roses, chrysanthemuns
The familiar alluvial smell
And the welcome jeers of my son
Also dear to our hearts are
The butterflies, the multi-hued
Insects with their graceful flaps
And inquisitive disposition
Darting around picking
The best blooms for their saps
Winning a thousand praises from
Us of their short sojourn
As we savour our afternoon tea
Poem Title: CHOCOLATE FOR LOVE (0)
Poem:
From the cocoa of Ghana
With the sugar from Cuba
Comes the sweet paste for the world
To build love for all
For our children
To share the sweetness from heaven
For the depressed
To loosen up on their stress
The best gifts for valentine
Till Christmas time
For the rich and poor alike
To brighten up their life
Also mixed with tarts
For a good-day start
Chocolate, chocolate, sweet chocolate
Dont ever forget them for any date
Always present them
When playing the love game
Poem Title: Death (0)
Poem:
The last breath
The most feared moment
Even by the greatest of Kings
The Pharoahs, Shih Huang Ti,
The Mayan Rulers
Their extravagant burial monuments
The merciless massacres of slaves
At their last rites
Testimonies to their grim refusal
To give up on this world
Till thy kingdom come...
The line that brought many
Comforts to those kicking the bucket
A promised afterlife
For me, the last breath
A moment of greatest discovery
A revelation of secrets
Kept in the vault of the Creator?
A moment pro to nothingness?
A meeting with shining angels?
Me, dancing in the clouds?
Becoming a ball of fire?
A heaven? A hell?
A million questions answered
In earnest I wait...
Everything will be revealed
A great moment indeed!
Poem Title: Twins (0)
Poem:
Two of a kind
A surprise gift from the most high
That brought so much cheer
To me and my dear
Till I found out the real tale
That caring them would entail
A whimper here and a scream there
So often turning my face so pale
One pee now and one pee then
Making the night like a drain
The worst came when one fell sick
When my heart would turn like a brick
To make them sleep separate way
One down here and one up there
One with me and one with my dear
Till the doctor gave his care
The greatest joke was to come
When both were called a damn
Because the teacher could not
Differentiate Dan from Pam!
Poem Title: Landmines (0)
Poem:
Tearjerkers told about grisly hands and legs
Taken by the fields while in earnest toil.
Human intelligence and endeavours wrongly expressed
That have taken a toll on the world,
Ruining lands and overturning hopes and dreams.
A protracted war after a surrender,
More deadly than real combats.
Random killings....like a sleeping
Lion that snarls anyone crossing his path
Or a scorpion that strikes anyone
Unaware of its presence;
Our productive fields abandoned to
The winds, rains and mines,
Our stomachs grumble and tumble.
Poem Title: Ants (0)
Poem:
A frantic line
Some go up
Some go down
On their rickety
Tiny string legs
Tick tat tick tat
Each a nurse
Running along
With that
Inherent eagerness
To serve
So admirable
This nature's
Inborn intelligence
Wrapped in so small
A brain
All in royal service
To the world's
Smallest monarchy
Some with big heads
Some with small
Such mind-boggling
Uniformity in so small
A world
That rivals even
The courtesans of
Elizabeth II
All serving the big
Round one
Laying egg after egg
Day after day
Her world bound
Around her abodmen
Up and down
Down and Up
The loyal
Servants run
A microcosm of the
World in our eyes
Poem Title: A Rainbow (0)
Poem:
A groan still roars
In the private quarters
Of many slowly healing
Shattered hearts
Like the roar of a tempest
That could even dim
The evil spewing crashes
That tore down the proud symbol
Of American Success last autumn;
A dolorous cry restrained
But reveberates in a spasm
Of agony made worse in
The dead of night by
The poignant memories of
Loved ones' sudden demise,
A loss that only relentless
Prayers could help mend.
Far away, a Noah-styled rainbow
Crowns the sky; a heaven's
Promise to end pain and drain?
In earnest, we all pray
For a better tomorrow;
A world free from misunderstandigs,
Religious bigotry, riots,
Hypocritism, racism
And ruinous power struggles.
Has any civilisation ever
Really gained from these?
Poem Title: Sept 11, Now and Then (0)
Poem:
Seldom do we see such
A wide spectrum of New Yorkers
On display on radios, on televisions;
Such a melange of talents.
New Yorkers, New Yorkers,
A maze of talents most
Recognisable in your clearcut
Accents, a reflection of a
Well-disciplined mind
That has bloomed in words
From the mouth.
Most of the public interviewed
Talked in such a glib and professional
Manner rivalling even
The well-polished media personalities;
New Yorkers, New Yorkers,
The planes that tore down
The symbol of American success
Never even dent the real
Symbols which remain
Forever an intrigue
To the world audience.
Poem Title: Carps - Fish of Luck (0)
Poem:
Dad bought three carps
So bright so graceful
So colourful
Their debut dance in the pool
Casting an auspicious element
Here and there
Chasing away ill fortune
Fish of fengshui
Fish of triumph
So ideal in gearing up luck
The wondrous crystal water
Sings a welcome song
In accompaniment to
Their heartwarming dance
The fishes in excellent moods
Swirl around inviting us
To follow in
Their steps of fortune
Poem Title: KINDERGARTEN (1)
Poem:
Unforgettable it is, the ebullient pretty
shoulder-length hair teacher who coloured
our kindergarten year in red and blue
casting a torrent of fun our way
with her unforgettable songs and games.
ABCDEFG the first line we were taught to sing
and leading us all the way to Z with her
bamboo stick for the up and down of the tune
and much-needed spank when our little brain went astray.
It was the only time in school when parents,
brothers, sisters and even maids would come
Lining up at the stairs for our break and time for home.
It made the other school going years less exciting.
How nice if papa and mama would still be at the
window to see and hear me sing.
Poem Title: Slavery (0)
Poem:
Thank God I am a free man
Born of this great modern age
When my legs could carry
Me to where I would like
To be, when I could eat
Whatever I would like.
Thank God I am a free man
That I do not have to
Fight with lions to cheer
Up a bored audience,
That I do not have to
Be locked up with a dead King
To die a slow painful death to
Serve him in the hereafter or
To be castrated to serve his
Womanhood.
Thank God I am a free man
That I do not have to
Put up with years of beatings and death
Threats to move huge boulders
Up mountains and to deserts
To build megaliths
To boost the egos of
Some power crazy megalomaniacs.
Thank God for making
Me a free man
That I do not have to
Perpetually live in fear
Of rape and other body abuse
At the whims and fancies
Of another human being
Like myself, without access to law.
Thank God that I am a free man
That I do not have to serve
As shields on war's front line
A target for killings.
Thank God for being the first
To speak out for the
Proper treatment of slaves
And inspiring great men like Abraham Lincoln,
Hugh Low and all nations
To put human dignity on
Its rightful place
So that the days when
One's comforts meant
Another's miseries
Are finally over.
Thanks also for all great men
Who help make
This world a more livable
Place including those who
Are responsible for
All the modern technologies
That bring easier
Life to mankind; they lessen
One's craving for slaves
To do the drudgeries.
