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Messenger

Dappled shade

Reveals my life

Living nightmare

Broad daylight

 Each day lived

Life be dabbled

One path at a time travelled

Filling blanks

Jigsaw puzzled

Cryptic cross-roads

Exhumes death

Ravens bask in solar glare

 Burnt by rays of truth so fair

Feathered message

From the dark

Guides the living paths

To prayer

Where sweet pigeons

Yet to tread

Only in dreams are they fed.

Cheung-Ling Wong


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Woodland Wedding

When the sun’s rays

Caressed earth inspired

Boughs soared heaven bound

With leafy spires

And thus

How paradise transpired.

 

Love’s heaven and earth

Breached their beyond

 Their children walked

Dappled paths and ’yond

Safely ’neath

Their sacred dell and bond.

Cheung-Ling Wong


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Climate Change

When hot and cold

Embrace in warmth

Our weather clears;

The air – sublime

 

When Man embraces

Harmony

The road is clear;

Journey’s divine

 

When none embrace

Impunity

Souls may reach

Their felicity.

Cheung-Ling Wong


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Anima

Unmoved solidity

Walls of reality

Indifferent to me

Manic emotions be

 Unyielding this despair

Not an inch had it spared;

If this be real, then I?

Where in­ schemed do I lie?

 Soul’s moving abundance

Witness my true substance

Unseen between these walls

That held an aching void

 Promised no answers toyed

Much too big a question

This emptiness had asked

A frantic quest too vast

 Untempered, gushed life’s task

To live this world so fast;

Whirlwind picks dust at rest

I, its journey and quest.

Cheung-Ling Wong


Eternal Flame

To live as if a whisper

The gentlest breath of life

To flicker the flame

 For beauty’s sake

But never blow out

Or suffocate.

Cheung-Ling Wong


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Many Lives

Ancestors

In my flesh and bones

When I am hurt

I hear weeping

 With fear

I feel a shudder near

When I jump

To whom joy belongs?

 Their happiness

Is much as mine

When I think

’Tis they that inspire

 With their effort

I now perspire

’Tis through my eyes

Their visions clear

 And whispered wisdoms

Through my ear;

What did suffer

Yet survived fear?

 It was I

And many lives dear.

Cheung-Ling Wong


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