green smell of freshly mown grass that clings to the nostrils, The
pungent odour of wet earth after longed-for rainy spills, The
scent of pine trees drifting on the breeze from the high
hills, And the gentle fragrance of perfume that lingers and
sight of waterfalls tumbling down, a shimmery lustre, Rivers
meandering through flat plains in snakelike languor, The sun
dipping behind the horizon with solemn splendour, And clouds
billowing below an airplane in fluffy wonder.
crisp feel of a dried leaf whipped away by a gusty wind, Satiny
texture of a newborn baby’s hair, soft and clean, Velvety
touch of talc powder smoothed over cheek and chin, And silky
material that wraps itself subtly round knee and shin.
nectar from an ixora as a child
slow and steady, Swirling wine
round the tongue, senses relaxed yet heady, Biting hard into a
chilly as eyes water profusely, And licking durian pulp off the
fingers sticky and gooey.
beat of drums during a parade of
marching bands, Children’s
voices, screams and laughter at play with friends, Waves that
rumble as they hit the shore onto the sands, And cheerful bird
sounds made by the shaping of one’s hands.
tarry awhile and savour all that the
senses have to offer, Make
moments of heaven on earth and memories to treasure.
The haze sneaked in with its fingers of grey, and on reaching the skies it stole the sun away, it subdued the clouds and hid them from sight, it changed the daylight hours into one ghostly night.
To escape the acrid smoke as they go about their tasks, (and living in misery) are the citizens behind masks, children are in dire straits with throats that itch and rasp, and clogged with dust are the tiny lungs as for air they gasp.
Fires let loose by man in plantations are burning, winds in accord with their seasons across the seas are blowing, Mother Nature as she watches, if she could, would implore "Humans, this is one catastrophe you can't blame me for."
by law they are to me
through marriage we are bound,
On hubby’s side, brothers’ wives
it is great to have them around, Full of sympathy and concern and aware of the burdens I face, They demand not, question not they do not crowd my space.
sweet caring nature they give
their family their all, Food on
the table, wise words, always
there when children call, To
them, I wish on Mother’s Day that
they be blessed forever more, With a
life of good health and the company
of the people they adore.
is the time when I wish my spirit could
fly across the sea, And
reach the place where people call
the Land of the Free, I’d
hover above and watch the scene in bright lights below, For ‘tis where All-Hallows’ Evening
is a spectacular show.
It’s the night where scary looks are neat, Luminous wigs are worn by the petite, Glowing Jack-o-lanterns line the street, To watch children shout, ‘trick or-treat’.
A long time ago, ‘twas a celebration
when harvesting was over,
Before folks faced the season of the darker parts of the year, When faeries and spirits of dead
souls enjoyed visiting, While witches and the devil himself came a-collecting.
Now I’ll look forward to the games and fun, To apple-dunking and dancing in the barn, With pumpkins being carved under the sun, I’ll listen too, to the spooky tales being spun.