Archive for the ‘Poems’ Category
Willy Wonkered
Sugar coat anything
And it will be swallowed true
Poisonous lies and headlines
Servings of junk news
We – like spoilt children
Demand a goodnight story!
Candied lollypops a-lick
Fantastical, gob-smaking
Feel good tummy narratives
Gullible’s Travels titilate
So inveterate suckers we all become
Reality – we barely grasp
So rotten now are our teeth
Yet off we go to bed a dream
Un-brushed and unclean.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Amaze and Grace
I need no pride
To live my life
Or to goad and motivate
I have wonder
Awe and fascination
Honours sufficient
Bearing witness
Never shame
And thus attest
In place of pride
Wondrous worlds!
Amazing lives!
Awaiting my heart.
Cheung-Ling Wong
The Healer
Little boy, little boy, born not of womb
But spawn begotten amidst bloody wound
You never grew to become man – so fine
But scar tissue on face of humankind.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Upon a Feather
Set free the doves caged in hope
Like prayer and incense to air
Or vapours a-breath elope
Drawing their very next share
Faith is not just holding on
But letting go – setting free!
As knowledge must chance upon
Finding its own verdant tree
Like doves alight on olive twig
So our hearts and minds bid settle
As did our eyes upon its sprig
To honour our faith and mettle.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Game On
Hit a ball hard enough
Changes its trajectory
Never where you wished
Hit a boy hard enough
Changes his priority
Never where you hoped.
Cheung-Ling Wong
First Class Honours
I was taught since young
That hardship and suffering
Builds character and success
Hence I was tortured/tutored thus
And to this agonizing day
My life and motto is such
Yet, why the disappointments?
Hadn’t life taught me a lesson enough?
I was conscientious – and some
Thought I was a great success
For quite a character I’ve become!
Cheung-Ling Wong
Green Hell
Make the most of what one has
As those you envy make most of theirs
Coveting others risk neglecting one’s own
Feeding envy’s wild imagenings
Hence wilder grows your shade of green
Jungle of spite and iniquity.
Cheung-Ling Wong
The Invalid
I hadn’t paid my dues
To grace my betters
With treasure’s metric
Though, I had paid them
With penultimate price
A life nearing ruin
Inestimable the cost
Immeasurable the sacrifice
That no gleaming treasures
Pleasures Metric/Imperial
Can possibly measure.
Cheung-Ling Wong
The Marrow of Morrow
Bare-to-the-bone humanity
None of the layers dense
Social reams suffocate
Lies and expectations
For true believers – decievers
Superfluous mind control
I thrive on my marrow alone
To see me through-to morrow.
Cheung-Ling Wong
Executioner
Punishing is learning
Arduous is its journey
Though, not punishment per se
It’s all in the execution
Yet if we fail to learn at all
A punishment it becomes
Inflicted upon ourselves
Though, not of pain per se
But for learning’s reward
We could have earned.
Cheung-Ling Wong