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The Missing Jigsaw
I had no power, I had no say
They had it all their way
The many and the older
Fondling and groping
In places they shouldn’t
But they were all girls
They took a sick delight
Of menace and mock
Over many cruel months
Till my breath raced affright
My heart braced tight
And my body seized blue
All they could do was
To paper bag my blues
And asked if I’d enjoyed it
As a manly man of nine
They all got away
And with it my whole
Never to be seen again.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Congenital Love
Bound in love till death us do part
Not just in marriage but in familiar
Are not siblings this bond in flesh?
For better for worse
For richer for poorer
Let these vows be congenital
In sickness and in health
Such love, such values
Be our priceless inheritance
God’s holy law for all.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Edges of Existence
Don’t we all bear
The burdens of existence?
On many levels are yokes weighty
Together, as one, can we all share
Some the physical, others financial
Some the cerebral, others spiritual
If any one burden is neglected
Or held in less esteem – gravity
The less complete our humanity
Like the four legs of a table
Equal in strength and length
Or we’ll all slide off the edge!
Cheung-Ling Wong
Alive!
Feel the pulse and throb
It’s a conscious universe
The sentient reality
Embrace that which is real
The living and the breathing
And you’ll truly embrace life
Its possessor not its possessions.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Summer Smiles
White agapanthus in the shade
All summer long you smiled –
Your gentle, winsome fireworks
Every year you celebrated aloft
Sharing your joy that many lack
I too wish I could bloom like you
Along my life’s many shaded paths.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Goodbye
With each new loss
And each now shock
I relinquish my hold
That I may thus behold
The divine ever closer
Not death that claims
But peerless love
I, surrendering
Like a bird offering
Its evening song
A poet, his words
And I, my twilight glow.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Frontal Lobe Passing
It struck me like lightning
And with its thunder aloud
I cracked, tumbled and rolled
My mind became electric
My soul strangely magnetic
I dared arc the great divide
’Tween negative and positive
With glowing white-hot plasma
Enlightenment within
My brainstorm clouds.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Blood Sport
Inner rage, outrage
Terror, horror, shock, appal
They want you to hate
They want you to fume
And with frenzy impugn
They will tease and prod
Provoke and agitate
Taunt and exaggerate
Till senses take leave
With talks of vengeance
Of conflict and war
Fighting tooth and claw
With fortunes to wager
Over the greatest game ever
Of man baiting man.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Strike Three
Beside the war memorial
Heads hang low
For sorrow or for shame?
Maybe we’re guilty of both
Sorrow – that victory tasted so bitter
Failing to sate our greed
That the prize was not bigger
And the cost was not lower
Oh – and the shame?
Hark the bugles wail!
Shame – it’s war all over again!
That we knowing no better
Still anticipate its promise
For a life so much sweeter
Twice we struck the flint
And sparks flew hot for war
Thrice and it will light our pyre!
Cheung-Ling Wong
Shattered but Gathered
Shocked and shattered, we of tears and woe wept
To all corners – Humanity’s ruin
Into little pieces, away we’re swept
From hairline fractures rent to rubble strewn
Petty prejudice, greed, fear and doubt
Into our hearts estrangements bear heavy
Impending ruin to which we’re thrust
Asylum seekers from once an Eden
Gathering up pieces our love did dare
Gluing back together the trust – golden
Restoring love global fitting to share
Offered up a bowl without flaws
That carried our future into hope’s maws.
Cheung-Ling Wong