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

Friday, May 29, 2015

The Broken Mirror

The Broken Mirror

By May Kwek

I was walking somewhere far from home
Where you could see the impossible fly
And then something in the gutter
Seemed to catch my eye

A flash of light
I though I saw it there
But when I looked
I could find no source anywhere

Another flash of light
But this time I caught the cause
A broken mirror
Given up for lost

Its edges were jagged and sharp
But it was very bright
The sky in its eyes
Were filled with light

The birds flew merrily
When I gazed into its depths
And songs flowed out like water
When you turn on the tap

Yet it was broken
This poor mirror
And so never seen to be of any use
Forever in error

It was thrown out with the garbage
Left to slowly fade away
Never to ever see
The light and hope of day

But I liked what I saw
In its clear reflection
I brought it home
And polished it to perfection

I smoothed out the edges
Kept the jagged shape
Set it in a frame
But had to hold it there with tape

It hangs now in my home
Bright on the wall
And if I ever need hope or encouragement
I look there and see it all

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Three teacups

Three teacups

By May Kwek

Three little teacups sitting in a row
The first is brown, the second is gold
The third is made of a silver bright
And it sparkles like the moon at night

But what is that compared to gold?
Gifted as it is with the Sun’s glow
But which teacup should I choose?
There’s only one which I may use

The brown teacup is made of homely earth
But admittedly of not much worth
The silver and gold cups sparkle and shine
I must say they look mighty fine

The tea will taste the same in all
So it makes nothing less or more
The design of each is exactly the same
All fit the purpose for which I came

It’s a hard choice I strangely find
Because of the wishes in my mind
Should I pick silver or gold?
But brown will do as well I know

In the end I take the brown cup home
The other two I left alone
Because I know if you did not
That tea in a metal cup is very hot!

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

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