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

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Guardian of the night

Guardian of the night

By May Kwek

Guardian of the night
Quickly take your place tonight
Shine amongst the stars so bright
With your soft silvery light

Guide the lost in the darkness’s cold
Keep them in your comforting glow
Shine the path to their home
Or the path they chose to roam

Dance with the stars in the sky
Across the celestial plains, fly!
From there watch the sleeping souls below
And keep them safe, sound and whole

As the star studded sky you tread
Mark every tear that sheds
And show even though you seem alone
You are never ever really on your own

Oh Guardian of the night
Fail not your duty tonight!
To maintain hope in darkness as the earth turns
And the sun once more returns

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

The False Divide

The False Divide

By May Kwek

A flat stood in a neighborhood
It’s features proud and tall
Compared to all the other houses
The rest seemed really small

The people in this flat
Were all well groomed
They spoke perfect English
And had books in every room

They dressed their children
In the best that money could buy
Everyone was polite
In between every Hi and Bye

I visited this flat and saw its people
Then took the lift down
And spent some time in the coffee shop
In the neighborhood on the ground

The people here spoke Chinese
And in many cases a dialect
They smoked, were terribly crude
Manners, sometimes they lacked

The children were just dressed
But no less happy
But their parents’ faces
Seemed aged by worry

For two places mere meters from each other
In essence they were miles away
Divided not by distance
But in every other way

The flat was all elegance and polish
The neighborhood below, crude
The flat was riches and finery
The neighborhood, poverty and fortitude

One may be inclined to look down
The other, perhaps to look up
After all, poverty and worries
Is a very bitter cup

Yet even when I think of those
Who live in the flat
Claiming they got there by work
And deserve where they are at

I can’t help but suspect
That if I extracted just the soul
Those in the flat and below
Would be exactly the same you know

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek