Fiftieth Anniversary Mommy

So kind of you all
hope more will love it
like you do

MY MOM ALSO SMILES AT YOU

this year she would have been in heaven
or where ever
for total complete 50 years
mid year!! !

May she still be in waiting
for a son like me
who still loves her
so muchly.....
and
perhaps in a year or two
may be in her arms soonly- - -

Okay

Hopefully......
where ever she may still be- - -

I am quite sure
she will still be eagerly waiting

I was captivated
by those tearful eyes
soon they consumed me
to become mine

they were brimming with pride and sorrow
of a war widow for her knight
returning home as a martyr

with a solemn tribute disguised in her tears
she laid him to rest in the cockles of her heart

Grabbing on to something new,
Flying away,
Just me and you.
They couldn't catch us,
We were never meant to be caught,
Flying forever faster,
than the speed of a passing thought.
Opening page one in the book of our lives,
holding hands hoping that our love will forever thrive.

a rose bud
denuded of its fragrance
with petals plucked
by greedy fingers
turning
aroma into stigma
her chastity
stolen by a beast

When being young is all the rage
Nation has reached historic stage
By electing eminent sage
Leader ninety two years of age

Age is sometimes a positive
Youth is not always elixir
With wisdom accumulative
For Prime Minister Mahathir

a poem's a kiss from the universe
though sometimes as bitter as bile
the chance to charge headlong into life's mess
or to get away for awhile
an ode to something enduring as the sun
or as fleeting as a flower
a way to capture a season of one's life
or maybe just an hour
a poem's a doorway or sometimes a wall
that feels way too tall to climb
words that contain a million mysteries
or elucidating rhyme
something that helps to translate love
for ourselves and for each other

Big solid tree,
fascinating me,
standing at trunk base,
leafy inner hidden space,
wanting explore,
mysterious secret core,
no chance end sore,
climbing so high,
challenging NASA rocket guy.

Jumping to lowest branch,
climbing vertically advance,
going quick easy like trance,
hands feet body,
making safety connection,
confirming right direction,
suddenly top of tree,
naked with erection.

Just another argument,
Just another day,
Bottle of gin beside me,
Trying to find a better way,
Out of here,
To get things clear.

Away from the head#$@%,
The lies,
And heartbreak.
What you said,
Was it really meant?
Or was it all just a fake?

A comfortable deception?
But convienent to who?
A miscalculated perception?
But from what point of view?

Blue sandals
step between the roots
polished to shine
in the gloom of the forest.
Years of exposure
to the unruly shuffle and worries
oaks wouldn't mind
if only to open
their palms and jointed trunks.
Grey and silver tangle
of thoughts, dreams and hopes
is supposed to be underground
deep in the brown dirt
under the blankets of crumpled
leaves and fallen branches.

Haynaku, Eastern
and
Western, Sunku
And
‘Pari Style’
All new

Haynaku Eastern
and
Western Sunku
both now is new

very nice new thing
Haynaku

In the Western world
they have now introduced
Sunku

Three linesx3 paras
all abstract

first line 2 syllables
second three
and
third 4

just Google and see

Haynaku is also lovely
I will try composing
Freely

First line
one word
second line two
and
third three