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Farewell

Little boat afloat

Upon lakes of note

Image of the world

Glassy eyes reflect

Upon a calm tear

Our journey is clear

Gently to new shores

Gently row our oars

A journey is made

From fallen tears paid

Within each drop play

Sparkled worlds ballet

Alas ’tis no more!

Upon cheeks red raw.

Cheung-Ling Wong


Insights of Silence

Majestic is silence

Freedom from violence

Untainted by our noise

Enigmatic is poise

Mystery always return

A cooling balm we earn

From knowledge — searing learn

We hope a better turn

At peace from burdens’ know

With silence all hopes grow

Into presence, our light

But only a small bite

Fleeing clamour in fright

Over contending might

Our pride it disallows

Our many broken vows

Daubed frustrations we paint

Onto blank canvas faint

A quantum of light laid

Or a wave of sound made

Our pixilated life

A complicated strife

Forever flight or flight

Disconnected insight

Only in our darkness

Is the big picture sent

Only in our silence

Is Wisdom’s voice be-meant.

Cheung-Ling Wong


Be-caused Effects

Beyond the seers

Those passing years

Life takes its course

Its only cause

’Tis no defect

We’re its effect

’Cos we adapt

And thus react

With authored clause

Hear the applause!

No blame or fault

It’s by default

That we be-kept

Life’s true adepts.

Cheung-Ling Wong


Poet’s Diamond

I’m as pure and clear

As dew on a leaf,

With sparkle and beam

Like a diamond’s gleam;

Shedding rainbow colours

From the light of truth;

Touching the heart

Of kindness and ruth;

Befriending souls

Gentle and meek;

For I’m the teardrop

Upon your cheek:

The precious diamond

All poets seek.

Cheung-Ling Wong


A Beautiful Word

Between Alpha and Ωmega

Your life became word

Spelt and writ

Within riddle and encryption;

Life’s dictionary page en-script

Qualify-able description;

Your subscription – life conviction

Meaningful depiction: be-scribed –

Loudly with exquisite diction!

For life speaks well of your unction

Your most elegant word offered

For an eloquent world proffered.

Cheung-Ling Wong


Gossamer and Shell

To be so agile

We must be fragile,

A moving beyond

The shattering point

Gather the pieces,

Read the shards scattered,

Our map of journey

Of no returing

What have we become?

Where are we to go?

Fissures rend new paths

Through old certainties

Trepidation treads

A new beginning,

Its footsteps fading

Beyond shattered lives

Our shell is broken,

And the yoke is drained,

Empty lies our nest,

Yet wings are woken!

Cheung-Ling Wong


Finders, Seekers

Waiting for blessings?

There’s no need

They’re already here

Long, indeed,

Beneath the forest

Truffles lie,

Happy times await

Nose and eye –

Circumstances

Patient, waiting

As we nursed

Impatient wailings,

The world bided

A billion years,

The universe

Eternally,

For us to reach

Their amity,

Embracing Life’s

Enormity!

Cheung-Ling Wong


Miracles

Requiem to requiem

Life’s all an eternal wake

Lazarus rose – but one take

I’ve died far too many times

’Tween one miracle till next;

I’m not wishful, no pretext

Bar heart stopping surprises

Till reality seeps in

Defibrillates, entices

To live again, unexplained

For life’s never ‘meant to be’

’Cos there’s always more to being.

Cheung-Ling Wong

 

 



Utter

I, the last bud be borne

After ye passing storms

For I follow no norm

That sweeps the paths so clean

Of wide and ambled ease

That none is left for glean

For I have travailed Hope

With faith so perilled steep

Coming last, never least

My tears did pensive peep

Up on heavenly peaks,

The laggard’s last to speak.

Cheung-Ling Wong

 


Soldier Boy

’Tis the young shoots

That lead the way

Yet cradled by twigs

Since last May

Little boy led me

All the way

Cradled within me

All our days

Life’s bowed legs

Did be-gnarl a path

Doing my best

To find his hearth

Be so strong

Should he fall and sigh;

Bid I fall and die?

Harkened cry

Wilting before

My furrowed deep,

’Twas none but he

Had care to keep

Swaddled within

My loving lair

Spring was so close

To budding fair.

Cheung-Ling Wong


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