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

Summary of discontent

Summary of discontent

By May Kwek

Well dear readers
Its strange don’t you think?
That despite all their differences
The same tune they sing

Personally I would have thought
That the differences in wealth
Might have mattered as much to them
As the state of their health

But ah it seems we are all caught
In the winter of our discontent
What can I say?
We see things as men

The grass is greener on the other side
So the old saying says
But let’s all cheer up
We still have today

Whether we are near 
Or whether we are far
See things as we hope 
Or see things as they are

Perhaps for a moment in our minds
Examine our troubles and perhaps find
That they are so small after all
And reasons to be happy are much more

At least I find that is the case for me
When behind pessimism’s curtain I occasionally see
And finally look around and say
“What a fool I am let’s be happy today”

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

The Haunted Table

The Haunted Table

By May Kwek

It was a liveliest of gatherings that night
Everyone bore a fake smile
And we all laughed ever so cheerfully
And rolled our eyes all the while

But there was always a certain coldness
And the slightest hint of mistrust
Some when they saw each other
Turned either pale or blushed

Still we carried on and faked blindness
Were good friends for the world to see
In all appearances
A group of friends happy

But the chill seemed to grow ever stronger
And faint whispers of doom
Sent shivers down our spines and raised the hairs of our neck
As they danced about the room

Horrid memories seemed to arise
When we saw someone’s face
So we turned away and made believe
That we were in a different place

But when we were entered the dinning room
We could not run but only stare
For the cold formed ice on the table
And there was a ghost on each chair

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Yosemite

Yosemite

By May Kwek

There is a place carved by glaciers
That no one knew was there
It grew wild and unfettered
With freedom in the air

It was hidden away for eons
This temple of nature grand
Locked away for ages
From the sight of man

No one thought to look
For such a place could not exist
Such a place, so remote
It was easy to miss

But to see it, to discover it
Is worth every trouble to get there
For the place breathes of magic
And it lingers in the air

To see the brilliant Yosemite falls
Glide down to the earth
Like wisps of smoke slowly descending
While singing of the day with mirth

Then to go closer
Simply stop and stare
Hear the roar of the water
As the spray flies up to the air

To stand simply amazed
As the roaring falls transforms into a river
That weaves its way through the forest
As though strolling but even slower

And to hear the laughter of that river
As it skips over rocks and stones
Is to drink the deepest contentment
That I have ever known

But then to look up and stare
Uncomprehending at the mountains
At the glistening snow that powders it
And the musical silence, listen!

Listen to the song of the mountains
The majesty that fills your soul
The harmonizing of the trees
Upturns all beauty you have known

And to see the same snow on Half dome
Winding paths for you through the forest
Where as you walk the sweet singing of birds
Can be heard from amongst the trees caress

And the clear Merced river
As it silently flows
With water as clear as crystal
And the river bed shows

Oh but what are these words
But a lone lamp compared to the day
For some things make you catch your breath
But this takes it away

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Christmas' Song

Christmas' Song

By May Kwek

Oh rejoice it is Christmas!
The brightest day of the year
Even if not apparent in the sky
Our hearts are filled with cheer!

There is a song in the air
It has been singing since the morn
Can you hear what it is saying?
That the Savior is born!

Oh it is a grand old song
That has been played for thousands of years
But on Christmas day
Is when it seems near

It is a song that fills my heart
That adds a spring in my step
A joy that can’t be torn apart
That for a year has slept

This song that rises through the air
And fills the hearts of men
Seeks out their hurts and then
Slowly helps them mend

This joy that makes one want to sing
To jump into the sky and take wing
This is the joy of the Christmas morn
It is the joy that the Savior is born!

This is what makes Christmas Christmas
More than any Christmas tree
More than a truck load of presents
Tucked under the tree

More than traditions and dinners
And laughter with family
Not that these aren't important
But none can make me as happy

As the joy
That my Savior's birth has given
That one day soon
We will be with him in heaven

And that thanks to his gift
We shall never be apart
And for that Christmas’s joy
Shall ever be in my heart!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek