忍

富者能忍，保家。

貧者能忍，免辱。

父子能忍，慈孝。

兄弟能忍，情長。

朋友能忍，義篤。

夫妻能忍，和睦。

簡單才是真

人纇處在花花世界裡，
一生追尋的，
無謂就是 ‘簡單’ 兩個字。

花言巧語藏真情，
五顏六色抹黑白；
人間關係不複雜，
幸福快樂自然來。

人纇屬於万物眾生，
要回歸自然，
簡單就好。

aug07

Too Caught Up with the World

Too caught up with the World...
What's our World?
Listen.

I hear the sound of water gushing down the pipe,
I hear the cranes crank at the construction site,
I hear traffic speeding on the highway,
and the old mantle clock tick-tocking away...

But in between these moments,
Listen.

There's a sound of silence,
a silence from within;
And Time stands to a still,
And you start to feel,
All is an Illusion.

Nothing else matters,
but the thumping of a heart.
That, in our World,
is the truest sound to be heard.

aug07

A 16 yr old's Tribute to the Days...

A Tribute to the Days

Please remember,
When land was rich and trees stood tall.
The plot of arid desert was very small,
Until farmers came and set the place burning;
Then left the forest creatures yearning.

Please remember,
When we could enjoy a clean, fresh breeze
Not mingling with soot or soaked with grease.
In those days there was no need to go high places,
Just to find somewhere devoid of hazes.

Please remember,
When the color of water reflected the sky,
Never too murky or loaded with dye.
We needn’t worry about the fury of fish
Stained with mercury on our dish.

Please remember,
When we hadn’t possessed any greed,
And never took what we didn’t need.
We hadn’t yet created the hunting gun,
Just so we could have a little fun.

Please remember,
What we have sold
To Hell’s creator:
The Days of old.

CHOICE

CHOICE

A swirl of sand danced, with the rising wind,
In the blazing dusk, a brutal chill sets in.
Two bony, scorched feet paused in mid-walk,
Same lifeless eyes, to the ground they were locked.
A baby’s whimper erupted from below,
Gnawing Her dead skin and Her even blacker soul.
Time stood still, but finally She bends…

In Her arms She now carries a new weight,
Away from survival, and into the arms of Fate.


nov06

MUM

MUM

I see Mother as a Kaleidoscope;
An inner beauty of spirit & hope.
Through its lens, we savour the colours of life,
Even in darkness, or in strife;
Through Her eyes, we see Humanity,
Her love to us, is Eternity.
A treasure thus, Mother is.

nov06

THE BLINDED GIRL

THE BLINDED GIRL

The blinded girl,
In a world of darkness, a world alone,
Has a tremendous yearning from within;
To walk, jump and run on her very two feet,
With naught anyone’s help nor paying heed.

To travel far and wide across the land,
Drink in the sights made by nature and man;
Should these sights at times be dark and unpleasant,
She’ll learn in time, it’s all part of the lesson.
And when she’s tired she can find her way home,
A journey so familiar, she can even do it ‘eyes - closed’.

But alas, someone must help her first and train her to be strong,
For she ain’t capable of them yet, not on her own.

“Someone, anyone, be my guiding light please,
I’ll give you my hand, I’ll follow you along,
And try to recall every step of the way,
Every right and wrong.”
“ Should you ever decide to let go however,
Please give me a little more time,
For I may still stumble, not seeing the loophole in time.”

So she continues with her nightly prayers,
'Til someday perhaps, they may be answered.

But don’t you see, blinded little girl,
That there’s but one thing you really need do:
To untie the knots, the knots that hold,
The binding cloth, right in front of you…

feb05

In a Spur of the Moment...

I've decided to create a repertoire of poems.

Poems penned by non-poets,
Poems of intuition & dreams,
Poems of honesty & wisdom,
Poems as stories weaved...
In a spur of the moment!

(I do wish for your contributions, so if you have one of those moments, write in!)

ming

ps. This blog embraces all culture, race, gender, religion and nationality