Category: ENGLISH POEM

RAW POTATO

 

Raw Potato

Brushed and cleaned

Kept like a piece of

Diamond

 

Raw potato

For a generation

Of potato chips lovers

Who cue at McDonald’s

And munch on Mister Potato

Whilst lazing around like

A fat potato

In front of the tube

Waiting to be Sliced

Diced Or Baked.

 

 

Kuala Lumpur – 2010

BEYONCE AND ANOR

 

The red lip witch

Pranking on the cauldron

Of joy

Placed in the drama

Of deception

 

The red lip witch

Belting the sound of wanting

Oozing with desires

Moving

Shaking

 

Yes

The red lip witch

Has mastered the art of

Seduction.

 

 

Kuala Lumpur – 2005

 

THE SAND

 

What is truth?

But what you conceive as real

What is real?

When reality is an abstract

Illusion of your environment

 

What is your environment?

But what we built

Based upon what we belief

To be true

 

Oh you fool,

Do you not see the moving sand?

Hit by the waves

 

Do you see the waves?

Or the One who moves the waves.

 

Pangkor – 1994

 

IN THE GARDEN

 

Do not judge

The drunken one,

Who has visited the tavern

In the heavenly garden on earth

Drunk from the tavern of love

 

Oh you sane one

Mind you

Even you

 

We do not see

For the wine have

Open our sight

In madly see

Him

Only

Him

 

For Him.

 

Singapore – June 2016

TOWN LIVING

 

I have been living in this town

 

Too long

 

Doing all the things customary

To living in a town

Sometime beating the traffic light

Sometime bribing the cop

Sometime cheating a penny or two

 

It has been too long in this town

Walking its pebble lane

Drinking its bottle water

And dreaming of that delicious sparking

Spring water at home

 

I have been too long in this town

Spending time in the traffic jam

Queuing up in the supermarket

And waiting for my number to be called

At the bank teller

And the clinic

And surely missing those time at the grocery shop

At home

Where I wait and have tea and cookie

 

I have been too long in this town

Till I forget about those soft pleasing

Flow of the stream, tranquil and restful.

 

I have been too long in this town

So use to the sound of the horns

And the humming trains

Forgetting the music of the humming bee

And the sound of the morning rain

 

I have been too long in this town

So long that this house seems like home.

Forgetting that I am going home

And having to answer for all my forgetfulness

And deeds…

 

Regrets regrets regrets

For being too lost in this town

For letting the town be me

 

I have been too long in this town.

 

 

Jakarta – July 2010

 

 

 

I SAW A TREE

 

I saw a tree

Being a tree

In perfectly straight

Rows

Manicured

Disciplined

 

Indeed a good photogenic picture

 

I saw a tree

Being a tree

Free and easy

Branches and leaves

All over the place

Just like a tree

Every angle

A story

 

I saw a tree

 

Only a tree

Can you see?

 

Singapore – 2008