I love me a good tart,
Soft
Warm
Inviting
Never fails to
Make me
Smile
Sweet
Sensuous
Give me joy
Give me longing
Give me indulgence
Oh wait? You were referring to the dessert?
Sorry I was thinking of something else
Whatever Tee and Gee can throw into this stew for a good boil. Enjoy it while it's warm. ;)
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
#7 Stomp
Angry voices
Separated by
Thick cold walls
Hostile words
Hurled at the door
Forceful stamps
Echo
Hollow
Metal
Heavy
Up the stairs
Slam the door
Stormy weather
Stay indoors
Separated by
Thick cold walls
Hostile words
Hurled at the door
Forceful stamps
Echo
Hollow
Metal
Heavy
Up the stairs
Slam the door
Stormy weather
Stay indoors
Thursday, March 8, 2012
#6 Tart
All I can think of
That rhymes with
Tart
Is
Fart
*
Spoonfuls of sugar
Many stirs in the pot
And many more stirs
A mash of soft fruit
A layer of pastry
A layer of butter
Many watering mouths
And a scoop and two
Of ice cream and
More cream
This sounds like pie
But it really is not
A tart is a tart
And it will be gone
Before you find out
That it really is not!
That rhymes with
Tart
Is
Fart
*
Spoonfuls of sugar
Many stirs in the pot
And many more stirs
A mash of soft fruit
A layer of pastry
A layer of butter
Many watering mouths
And a scoop and two
Of ice cream and
More cream
This sounds like pie
But it really is not
A tart is a tart
And it will be gone
Before you find out
That it really is not!
#5 Ink
Against fingertips
Black, green and blue
Tracing with lines
Your story and mine
Shut in a book
A menagerie
Of words
Of thoughts
Of ideas
And secrets
Also of stories untold
The ink that colours
Myself with words
Is black
And blue
And sometimes green too
Black, green and blue
Tracing with lines
Your story and mine
Shut in a book
A menagerie
Of words
Of thoughts
Of ideas
And secrets
Also of stories untold
The ink that colours
Myself with words
Is black
And blue
And sometimes green too
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
#4 Foam
Warm sand
Sunken footprints
Cool waves
Curling at my toes
Pipis hiding
Tiny crabs melting
Into the holes
Covered by the tide
Soggy sand
Fading footprints
Receding waves
Pulling at my toes
Pipis revealed
Tiny crabs scuttling
Out of holes,
Fizzling foam
Sunken footprints
Cool waves
Curling at my toes
Pipis hiding
Tiny crabs melting
Into the holes
Covered by the tide
Soggy sand
Fading footprints
Receding waves
Pulling at my toes
Pipis revealed
Tiny crabs scuttling
Out of holes,
Fizzling foam
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
#3 Bottle
A thread of thought
A glint of hope
A simmer of anger
A wishful dream
Strands of colour
Grains of soil
Always filling
Yet so draining
Another strand
Make room for more
Brimming over
Bubbling noises
Pour it out
Pressure is high
No one hears it
Don't let it break
A glint of hope
A simmer of anger
A wishful dream
Strands of colour
Grains of soil
Always filling
Yet so draining
Another strand
Make room for more
Brimming over
Bubbling noises
Pour it out
Pressure is high
No one hears it
Don't let it break
Sunday, March 4, 2012
#5 Ink
A poem I could write with some ink
Just give me the weekend to think
But it has to be said
I ain't gonna be paid
So this deal's beginning to stink
Just give me the weekend to think
But it has to be said
I ain't gonna be paid
So this deal's beginning to stink
#4 Foam
Awaken! Says the soap
Your time is come
Awaken! Cries the water
For there is much to do
Awaken! Roars the party
The new year cometh
Awaken! Sighs the sea
The shore beckons
Awaken! Rants the madman
My mouth is quivering
Awaken! Yells Styro
The kids need to do a project
Your time is come
Awaken! Cries the water
For there is much to do
Awaken! Roars the party
The new year cometh
Awaken! Sighs the sea
The shore beckons
Awaken! Rants the madman
My mouth is quivering
Awaken! Yells Styro
The kids need to do a project
Saturday, March 3, 2012
#3 Bottle
Hello
I am trapped
In a very small place
Surrounded by water
No hope of escape
Each day the sun rises
And falls
On where I'm at
On occasion a gull will
Fly overhead
Peering quizically at me
For I am an anomaly
How long will I be able to
Survive here?
Will the waters
Overwhelm me?
Somebody come to retrieve me fast
I hate glass
I am trapped
In a very small place
Surrounded by water
No hope of escape
Each day the sun rises
And falls
On where I'm at
On occasion a gull will
Fly overhead
Peering quizically at me
For I am an anomaly
How long will I be able to
Survive here?
Will the waters
Overwhelm me?
Somebody come to retrieve me fast
I hate glass
#2 Telephone
It all began one fated day
When mobile phones were in demand
Every boy would hope and pray
For one to fall into his hand
In his phone was built with pride
A camera shiny and new
All others phones would sheepishly hide
For photography they could not do
"You call that piece of junk a phone?"
He said with evident glee
"Mine is better in style alone
Yours is primitive scree"
"Well let us have a bet" said I
"To prove your phone is great
There's something I'd like to see you try
Something your phone to emulate"
"Whatever that your phone could do"
He said with a voice so bold
"My phone can do it better than you
For your's is twenty months old!"
"So it's deal?" I coyly said
"No welching on your wager?"
"Of course," said he, with toss of head
"You'd need a miracle major!"
And without warning or slightest doubt
I hurled my phone at the wall
The screen was cracked and bits came out
But I still could make a call
I turned to him and did a cough
T'was his turn to follow
The look on his face was plain enough
He could barely even swallow
"Alright you win. My money you've earned"
He said as he paid his dues
"But if there's ever one thing that I have learned:
Your phone has got nothing to lose"
When mobile phones were in demand
Every boy would hope and pray
For one to fall into his hand
In his phone was built with pride
A camera shiny and new
All others phones would sheepishly hide
For photography they could not do
"You call that piece of junk a phone?"
He said with evident glee
"Mine is better in style alone
Yours is primitive scree"
"Well let us have a bet" said I
"To prove your phone is great
There's something I'd like to see you try
Something your phone to emulate"
"Whatever that your phone could do"
He said with a voice so bold
"My phone can do it better than you
For your's is twenty months old!"
"So it's deal?" I coyly said
"No welching on your wager?"
"Of course," said he, with toss of head
"You'd need a miracle major!"
And without warning or slightest doubt
I hurled my phone at the wall
The screen was cracked and bits came out
But I still could make a call
I turned to him and did a cough
T'was his turn to follow
The look on his face was plain enough
He could barely even swallow
"Alright you win. My money you've earned"
He said as he paid his dues
"But if there's ever one thing that I have learned:
Your phone has got nothing to lose"
#1 Merit
Must you always
Even when I
Regardless of what
I don't understand
True story
Compare us both?
He's more
Studious
Obedient
Even when I
Do something right
He does
It
Better
Regardless of what
I do I
Can never
Outdo
Him
I don't understand
Am I not
Your son
Too?
Also?
True story
Thursday, March 1, 2012
#2 Telephone
We poked holes in cups
And thought we could hear
Our conversation
Through the thread
Of greetings
And pretence
That we were from the movies
Or that we were in a shop
We talked and talked
Through telephone paper cups
Traveling across
The living room, the stairs, my bedroom
My past
And
My present
And thought we could hear
Our conversation
Through the thread
Of greetings
And pretence
That we were from the movies
Or that we were in a shop
We talked and talked
Through telephone paper cups
Traveling across
The living room, the stairs, my bedroom
My past
And
My present
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
#1 Merit
"He did well,
He got a merit."
Really?
He is married?
Who got married?
Why was he
Getting married?
He is only
A boy!
A 12-year-old boy.
"He got married?"
Laughter.
And I thought students
Got married
After music exams.
He got a merit."
Really?
He is married?
Who got married?
Why was he
Getting married?
He is only
A boy!
A 12-year-old boy.
"He got married?"
Laughter.
And I thought students
Got married
After music exams.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Introduction to Our Stew Pot
Inspired by Jen Campbell's 100 poems in a weekend challenge, Eddie and myself have challenged ourselves to write a poem a day based on a random tag word, 10 days in a row, for (no noble cause but) our own pursuit of literary aspirations (heh).
Sounds good? :)
Good.
You're in for a good meal.
Come back for more!
Mei Yii
Sounds good? :)
Good.
You're in for a good meal.
Come back for more!
Mei Yii
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