Saturday, May 16, 2015

Teasing rain

Teasing rain

By May Kwek

I hear the wind calling
The skies look quite grey
The world is growing quieter
I think it’ll rain today

The bell chimes are ringing
The air has grown cool
The sky is darkening
And the afternoon too

Surely the rain must be coming
Surely it’s moments away
Soon I shall hear rain drops falling
Like drums beating away

But no, the day passes into night
And gone is the cool air
The skies went from grey to black
But not a drop was there!

Oh it was just teasing me
The dear old weather
Well, it will rain sometime
So I guess it doesn’t matter

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Friday, May 15, 2015

The Mystery of the Night

The Mystery of the Night

By May Kwek

Ah well now it is strange indeed
The mysteries of the night
The light turns to darkness
And the darkness turns to light

There is no frenzy there is no buzz
Things are warm and cozy
And everywhere little children
Wait for a bedtime story

People retreat indoors
There is no need to be out
Stay out too long and others wonder
What mischief you are about

The night brings suspicisions 
As much as it brings rest
The darkness ever blinds our eyes
Putting sight to the test

The air grows quieter
Things start to still
And in the sky the stars twinkle
As they forever will

It is a fog indeed the night
Through which I cannot see
Beyond the ending of a day
Another yet to be

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Thursday, May 14, 2015

The Weather’s grudge

The Weather’s grudge

By May Kwek

Oh how I hate the weatherman
He is so proud
Thinking he can guess my ways
And saying them out loud

Monitoring my every move
Who does he think he is?
I would like some privacy
A real intrusion is this!

And he would predict
What it is I do
I am the weather
I make the rules!

Oh, so yes I hate him
It’s more than dislike
It is a grudge long and deep 
I’ll keep him from being right!

If he says it’s sunny
Well, I’ll make it rain
And if he says it’ll be wet
Watch out! The heat’s quite a pain

And now he says because of El Nino
It will be warm and dry
Right, that’s what you think
Heavens? Time to cry!

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

The Weatherman’s reply

The Weatherman’s reply

By May Kwek

I am sorry dear Weather
But whatever did I do?
To watch you is my job
I’m afraid that is true

I have to monitor your every move
Because we don’t understand
How can you be doing one thing
Then change with a wave a hand?

Why would you be warm and dry
Then sudden make it rain
I really don’t get you
I’ll make that quite plain

So couldn't you please
Go easy on me?
And do what I say you would
And don’t begrudge me?

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Discontent (Rich)

Discontent (Rich)

By May Kwek

Oh they say to be rich
Is indeed to have it all
Luxurious homes, a yacht or two
And money that piles up tall

But every where I tread
I must have bodyguards
In case some kidnappers
Seek to with my money part

Relations are strained
They want me to quickly die
So that during the funeral
They can take the money and pretend to cry

My children are spoiled
They have never known want
And because of this wealth
I can never say “can’t”

Then I hide in my business
It is something I can do
Or hide in wealth and splendor
I can do that too

And forget about my troubles
And all the arguments and strife
And for a moment
Say I have a happy life

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Discontent (Poor)

Discontent (Poor)

By May Kwek

Oh to be poor is a hard life
I for one know it is true
You have never had to worry
About your next meal have you?

What will I do 
About next month’s rent?
If I can’t make it....
Can I borrow someone’s tent?

I wish I could provide a better place
For my children to live
With as many toys and books
As I in my heart would give

Cough, cough, oh dear
I cannot afford to be sick
If I get a sick leave
I might lose my job quick

Then what would we do?
The boss has yet to pay me
Tomorrow I must spare a few cents
To go trouble him for money

But for now let me sleep
For it is late and there I can be
Lost in oblivion
And say I am happy

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Discontent (middle class)

Discontent (middle class)

By May Kwek

So I am neither rich nor poor
I am somewhere in between
I should consider myself blessed
Or so it would seem

But to be in the middle
Is to be squeezed
And seek to go higher
Hoping for release

My boss works me hard
I work long into the night
Perhaps my children
Could recognize me by sight

My ends meet but I have not enough
For the things I want
I want this and I want that
Only the rich can have fun!

And my children run off with their friends
They drift ever further away
Perhaps if I had more time
They would come back someday

Oh if only I could live a bit more
Have a bit of life
Far from this tedious work
And this internal strife

But never mind
A dream is all it shall be
Let’s go to the movies
And pretend we are happy

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek