Monday, December 31, 2018

a few days to the new year

It was the train pulling out of the station, and no one was waving...

photo by geralt at pixabay

a few days to the new year

resolutions are meaningless
if it's all talk
the rustle of plastic
as we tear away
a packaging
the popping of bubble wrap
on idle days

why cynicism then
biting like acid
on flesh?

this bile bitter
as the beast
in the desert?

then a step
a step a day
the sun rises
the sun will set

will the year then be
the green leaf on the bough
catching the sunlight
or the brown dying one
dropping to the asphalt
to be swept and buried
in a dark drain?


an old, unpublished, angry poem brooding in my journals. Ditch the anger, have a safe and happy 2019, friends!

Facing West - Auld Lang Syne

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Sunday, December 16, 2018


Another from my NaPoWriMo posts...
Another weight off the heart...

photo by dsnake1


She dragged me into the departmental store, to the toys, and pointed to a teddy bear, an exquisite, plush cutie, her eyes glowing with excitement, and I said, "but you have already 25 others" and dragged her out of the mall.

But that evening, I was back there, with the milling crowd and Christmas carols, I thought, what's the problem with one more bear, and at the gift-wrap counter, I told the lady the bear was for a very special person, and she smiled.


The Strawbs - The Winter Long

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Sunday, December 02, 2018


“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
― Sylvia Plath

Photo by Carl Attard from Pexels


at your altar
i wipe the ashes
off the persimmons
that i bought
early last week.
they are still red.

today i take down
the persimmons
gently wash them
(as you would)
cut and eat them.
they are still sweet.


Ellie Goulding - How Long Will I Love You

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Sunday, November 25, 2018

that you left me

photo by 5933179 at pixabay

that you left me

i was afraid
time will erase
your memories

your smiles

and i am
getting old

so today
i will just

some words

i cannot
send you
a card
like before

or take your
hands in mine

and point to
the stars
in the sky

take this as
a poem

for you

and if you
have read it
you will smile

and would
have cried.


Still, one of my personal favourites...

Black Sabbath - She's Gone

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Sunday, November 11, 2018

who moved my fries?

From my SingPoWriMo archives. Yes, no eyeballs at my other blog.

When you are trying to write poetry but got terribly distracted...

illustration by cd20 at pixabay

who moved my fries?

and here i am sitting in a cafe
with the other unhappy, loathsome
perhaps all in need of some help
with their time
watching the ice in that cup of coke
dying off
and trying to nurse that packet of fries
oh shit
so i feel like a stalker watching those
happy kids with their happy meals
those boys and girls from the nearby school
on the pretext of studying biology
oh you can't fool me on that
and why the heck was i here?
oh yes, trying to write a poem like this
because this is the month of april
maybe if i am lucky i can wring some verses
from this joint
but mainly it is because of the
free wi-fi

but damn, the fries are moving fast
it will not last till evening.

written          : 01/04/2016
lightly edited : 11/11/2018

Took out all the f words. Maybe I shouldn't. Getting soft.

And, to get back to the world after this, listen to the poetry of Graham Nash - I Used To Be A King

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Sunday, November 04, 2018

do i really care

Apathy. Maybe that was the plan.

photo by dsnake1

do i really care

do i really care
as i pack a lunch
from the coffee shop
in a styrofoam box some rice
and meat dripping with grease,
the stall helper bored,
working 12 hour shifts.
maybe i will watch the parade
on tv later
raise a can of beer
to the guys standing in the sun
anyway it's all the same these years,
some songs
politicians waving
a show
of military strength
but there's an ache in the chest
that i cannot put a pulse to


you go out in the streets
in the sun and rain you see
the elderly collect used cardboard
& empty cans for a meal.

would they care for the flypast, the fighter jets?
the choppers, the tanks, the feu de joie?
they laugh and curse and wait for another day

and only when the national anthem comes up
do i try to hold back the tears.

written 09/08/2016
revised 06/10/2018

Julia Westlin - The Sound of Silence (acapella) [ original song by Simon & Garfunkel ]

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Sunday, October 28, 2018

echoes in the night

I wrote this for NaPoWriMo 2014. Urggh! Not many eyeballs there, so a re-post. The piece was inspired by a scary urban legend. Thought of reworking it. Decided not.

photo by Alvimann @

echoes in the night

the distant thud of thunder
that might have been
the last beat of your heart

in the blackness of the room

only the ticking of the clock
the slow twitch of its luminous hands
grasping the hour of the night

a shade of ghastly green

and then quite clearly from the ceiling
the sound of marbles dropping

but above that is only the rooftop...


is Halloween around the corner?

"is that a strand of hair brushing your face?"

-- dsnake1, -O-

To keep you company for the night : Uriah Heep - Echoes in the Dark

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