Saturday, May 21, 2016

The two roses

The two roses

By May Kwek

I held two roses in my hand
Both red and in full bloom
Both smelled as sweet as the morning
As soft as silk from heaven’s loom

Both spoke of hopes and dreams
Of wonders and possibilities
Yet when I held them up to the sun
Some differences I could see

For one had petals bent one way
And the other did not
One had green leaves a plenty
The other didn’t have a lot

The red for one seemed bolder
The other slightly pale
As a messenger of life and dreams
Perform better it seemed one will

Yet as I held both to my chest
Could I consider the other deficient?
For God made each rose bloom
And he made each one different

Copyright © 2016 by May Kwek

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Seasons of promise

Seasons of promise

By May Kwek

When spring touched the sky this year
I gave you a daisy fair
Small and slight though it was
It was tended with loving care

It swayed gaily in the spring breeze
Laughed in joy at the sun
With the fullness of youth and innocence
Of a life just begun

But spring blossomed into summer
And cares the daisy fades
So I gave you a lily white
As a gentle wish instead

It bloomed with the season
Shone like snow in the sun
As pure and as sweet from the beginning
Till its time was done

But I would not have you mourn dear heart
For the summer past, never forgotten
So I gave you an Iris bright
As summer burned into autumn

It was as violet as the heart of the sea
Quiet and sedate
Yet burning at the centre
With hope, wisdom and faith

It grew strong and true
Till the last flame of autumn fell
Then it was pressed into a book
To be kept safe and well

And as winter’s biting cold blew in
I placed the last pink carnation in your hand
As a promise honoured and true
I’ll never forget you, my friend

Copyright © 2016 by May Kwek

Sunday, January 24, 2016

The Deepening Twilight

The Deepening Twilight

By May Kwek

It’s the end of the day again
The light begins to fade
And the sky slowly looses
The glow the sun had made

Bright blues give way to inky black
The sun must bow to the stars
Which have no warm light
When they are so far

Shadows deepen all around
Everything becomes less defined
There is coolness and isolation
In the oncoming night I find

It is sad and yet not sad
Like mist compared to rain
For there is no finality in this darkness
Just the circle beginning again

But twilight is the time of day
Which saddles in between
Belonging to neither world
Or so it would seem

Perhaps it’s in a different place
Where things are constantly flowing
And time feels like reality
When the sky gives it meaning

So as I watch the deepening twilight
As the day melts into night
It is as though I have to mourn
The arrow of time’s flight

Copyright © 2016 by May Kwek

Reading Jane Austen

Reading Jane Austen

By May Kwek

I am reading Jane Austen
As I have said above
About riches, marriages
And alliances in the disguise of love

I have heard the characters speak of money
Being the almost literal measure of a man
One with a good income must eventually
Be captured with a wedding band

They talk of balls and fortunes
Of people and not much more
Because back then, it really seems
It was a much smaller world after all

Their idle lives of leisure
Singing, music and dance
With inheritance and all that propriety
Very little seems left to chance

Yet when I look at all their riches
The seemingly idle utopia they enjoy
They feel so miserable deep within
That I think they would do better for some toil

Copyright © 2016 by May Kwek

Monday, December 21, 2015

A fiery Christmas

A fiery Christmas

By May Kwek

It’s been quite a Christmas
In our expensive Orchard road
Things have been catching fire
It’s a wonder business has not slowed

First it was the Christmas tree
Just sitting by the side of the road
Then in a flash of flame
Its ornaments it did unload

Then it was the d├ęcor
Hanging on a street light
First it shone with electric brilliance
And then with crimson light

Third was a poor restaurant
That was somehow set ablaze
Now how did that happen?
The sprinkler I can’t praise

And now do I hear a fourth?
Hidden in a carpark, a flaming pile of rubbish
Perhaps with the wall,
They couldn’t it distinguish

Oh please no more!
This is turning into a bad comedy
Once, twice, I forgive you
But four is insanity

They must have struck everywhere in Orchard road
These mysterious ‘arsonists’
Having hit sky and ground
What else could they have missed?

Ah I see it now
I will shop elsewhere instead
Because the only place not yet aflame
Is I fear, my head!

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Sunday, December 13, 2015

A Christmas Hope

A Christmas Hope

By May Kwek 

Christmas time this year
Comes at the tail of a rather sad year
Many terrible things have happened
And too many of us have lost those we held dear

We have seen bloodshed and violence
Caused by acts of cowardice
We have felt the earth shake
And rocks crumble and break

Waters swelled, the air turned poison
Yet despite all, to carols we still listen
In one more leap of faith
Come this time we still celebrate

Yes we still celebrate
To honour those who could not
Celebrate to show triumph
That hope we’ve still got

For the hope that Christmas brings
Came two thousand years ago
And against such miraculous hope
Modern horrors have no hold

So we will light our streets
And we will deck our halls
We will come in spite of fear
When the church bell calls

And come Christmas Day
Despite the horrors that have come to past
We will grow that hope’s eternal flame
Against which fear’s darkness cannot last

In memory to all who have left us, and a blessed Christmas to those who remain
Immanuel, God is with us

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Monday, August 31, 2015

Respite

Respite

By May Kwek

Spirit me away mind and soul
To a place of sunlight gold
For nothing bades me here to stay
For respite I must fly away

To a quiet glen
In the woods somewhere
Where the tall trees grow
And the air is fair

Where the sun shines like music
Down through gentle leaves
Which to a songless tune
Sways in the breeze

All around is quiet
Content is drunk to the soul
For here life seems steady
Serene and repose

The stream would ripple steadily
And time it would so measure
But here time is different
Each moment is a treasure

Each bird song, each maiden flight
The first of dawn, the last daylight
Is but a moment yet eternity
In this jewel of serenity

This is a place where the world
Would quietly fall away
And leave the recesses of the mind
Where it had often held sway

And the mind quietens
It knows where to go
And that is to the current present
And the moment that it holds

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek