Saturday, December 6, 2014

Forest Melody

Forest Melody

By May Kwek

The forest melody is high and shrill
It speaks of a life ever in a thrill
As wild as the distant hills
Lived only through force of will

Its song lasts long into the night
And is renewed with the morning light
It’s only ever heard, it’s never in sight
But yet seems mysterious and bright

It is sung by the lingering breeze
The ever swaying, whispering trees
By the birds hiding amongst the leaves
And the rippling forest streams

It is heard by all with ears
Both the young and old in years
Some find in it safety and others fear
For either way the forest in near

For it sings of life in the tree’s shadows
Of its many highs and many lows
Of the dances meant just for show
And fights for one’s life to hold

And forever will the forest melody be sung
As it has since the forest first begun
Of life springing in the sun
And resting when the day is done

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Lady Storm

Lady Storm

By May Kwek

Lady Storm is walking through
Her head as high as the clouds
Ominous, dark and thick as a blanket
Harbinger of doubts

Lightning flashes from her eyes
And they are shockingly bright
She roars in anger and in pain
Till the day is as dark as night

Her tears fall like rain of arrows
Falling through the air
And drapes around her like a fine veil
As delicate as a hair

And as she glides through the town
It sways with each step
Swooshing like a curtain in the wind
In the middle of an afternoon nap

But oh how she cries and cries
As she has ever since she was born
So mind where you go and mind where you sleep
And watch out for Lady Storm

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Pirate treasure

Pirate treasure

By May Kwek

Something lost something found
Something buried underground
Something that glitters something gold
Something that has men’s hearts in its hold

Something pure something tainted
Something worth less than it’s measured
Something stolen something given
Something of hell something of heaven

Something left beneath the sand
Something passed from hand to hand
Something of cost something free
Something of land something of sea

Something belonging to kings and queens
Something of the wildest dreams
Something of the twinkling night sky
Something of the sun blazing high

Something something, beneath the sand
Something something, a treasure map at hand
Something something, that we hope to see
Something something, that the foolish think is free


Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Fire in the night

Fire in the night

By May Kwek

It was a perfectly ordinary evening
That faded to a perfectly ordinary night
Inside some were sleeping
Or reading by the lamp light

Then there came a perculiar smell
That we couldn’t quite place
It smelled to me like incense
But there was none in this place

In vain we searched
All around the room
Then turned to the window and found
Smoke obscuring the moon

Dimly we seemed to hear
The calls of “Fire!”
So we left our home quickly
To see what was the matter

But when we reached the lowest floor
It was a horror that we found
Flames that blazed out like a serpent’s tongue
Hell on earth not underground

Like a river of flames
It gushed out from the window
Flickering, leaping
As the frame melted and broke

And fell glowing red
On to the ground
Oh how some screamed
At that sight and sound

Rising ever higher 
The flames vaporised to smoke
As black as the night that surrounded it
To choke out any hope

Then some sank like whispers
Closer to the ground
And I felt the heat of the fire
Though I was seven floors down

And around me a hoard had gathered
And we stared and stared
Others whipped up phones and cameras
And their hopes and fears shared

Little children clung on to their mothers
Their faces drawn with worry and fear
And their mothers knowing without words
Quietly drew them near

And the fire continued to blaze
A bright inferno in the night
And sent down showers of glass and metal
To all watching by its light

It was horrific, beastly and terrible
As was the scar it left
A woman crying silently
At the fire’s theft

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Mistaken identity

Mistaken identity

By May Kwek

Today I went to the botanic gardens
And there were a lot of things to see
Flower, ducks, pond skaters
And butterflies flying free

Exploring I ended up
In some place fairly new
Walked around, took pictures
Of things I never even knew

Then a bunch of foreigners said out loud
From behind a wall of plants
“Look! A bunch of caterpillars!”
Now that’s a sight I want

As soon as they left
I hurried over to see
Looked and then departed
Even more hastily

For instead of caterpillars
Lounging and munching around
I saw too many centipedes
Crawling on the ground

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

What to write?

What to write?

By May Kwek

Some take a long time to write a poem
They antagonise over it day and night
Strangely not for me
I write fast under the moonlight

In fifteen minutes or less
A poem I produce
It looks like the others I have here
An easy skill to use

For to me poems are no art
No celestial melody
But a simple skill
I use for you and for me

A skill needs to be honed
As a knife needs to be sharpened
So to write more and practise
Should be my clear mission

But poems need topics
And often I have none
So alas tell me
What is to be done?

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Hot hot hot days

Hot hot hot days

By May Kwek

The days are so hot now
The skies blaze with light
Blinding, dazzling
Brighter than a sea of sunlight

The air hangs like a heavy curtain
It is so still
Stifling, choking
A tree would wilt

The very atmosphere glows
Like an golden mist
Oh how it makes us long
For the rain’s sweet kiss!

What am I doing out?
The birds are wiser than me
Look! I see some sparrows
Wisely hiding in the shadow of a tree

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek