Wednesday, February 27, 2019

A careful view


A careful view

By May Kwek

The sunset slants into the halls
Turning gold the exquisite walls
Illuminating the gentle arches
As nearby sway the tree’s branches

By a table, two people rest
Drinks in hand, dressed to impress
A book lies carelessly on the table
Unintentionally, to them label

The scions of society, the best of the best
Rich, relaxed, and with no stress
Able to enjoy with ample leisure
The evening and the sunset’s pleasures

I saw them as I hurried along
Moving to the pace of a working man’s gong
And in brief folly wanted to be
Exactly as they seemed to be

But then I turned to the view
They seemed to enjoy in their purview
And saw a road and common stacks
A certain charm it certainly lacked

But perhaps it was aptly placed
To remind these people of their place
Standing on high with nothing they lack
Supported by many an aching back

Copyright © 2019 by May Kwek

Friday, February 22, 2019

Choices


Choices

By May Kwek

To each one’s fortunes it is given
A little of hell, a little of heaven
That their choice they might decide
And choose as their wills might

But it’s a choice shrouded in mists
Bad roads to mountains, good roads to cliffs
What seems good ends up a waste
And the good has a bitter taste

The hours pass and life runs down
While the choices run round and round
Yet time is the only way to see
What each choice was really meant to be

Perhaps that’s why the young aren’t wise
With too much time to blind their eyes
While the aged though their years are spent
Each choice’s true nature comprehend

So now young I to my fortune am given
A little of hell, a little of heaven
But how to choose what’s bitter but right?
I guess I’ll borrowed aged wisdom’s sight

Copyright © 2019 by May Kwek

Sunday, January 20, 2019

The Fallen Meadow


The Fallen Meadow

By May Kwek

They were off to war! The merry men
At long last, to bring an end
To their enemy, that hated race
And return home in song and praise

By day they crossed long mountain roads
Their nights were filled with glory and hope
For they were a brave and noble power
And this, now, was their hour

Then they came across a blooming meadow
And their forms cast a dreadful shadow
On the blooms; pure, bright and fine
That in the sun, did glow and shine

They paused, for it was in their way
They could not go, they could not stay
Beyond was their dreams of glory
But before them was a living story

For a long time, they stood and looked
Till, at last, the General spoke
“Onward men! For the greater good!”
And the blossoms were trampled underfoot

They went, they won, they returned in praise
Many toasts in their name were raised
But the meadow they trampled in their power
Never again bloomed a single flower

Copyright © 2019 by May Kwek

Monday, January 7, 2019

A Million Cranes


A Million Cranes

By May Kwek

Fold me a million cranes
A thousand is not enough
To get by in this crazy world
So unpredictable and rough

For it winds and it bends
In shadows and in mists
Nothing clear, nothing certain
But that it exists

So yes fold me a thousand cranes
And then a thousand times more
For with so many living wings
I’m sure no one could fall

For their wings could bear up a dream
And spark a perennial hope
And with stubborn dreams despite anguish
And with faith we can cope

And find a way to go on
Despite the trials of life
The dark moments, the silence
The conflicts and the strife

So yes fold me a million cranes
And give them wings to fly
Up to the heavens to shine as stars
Against the world’s night sky

And there let them fly forever
Yes, forever and a day
Until our faith is strong enough
To bring us the rest of the way

Copyright © 2019 by May Kwek

Sunday, December 30, 2018

Confronting Time



Confronting Time

By May Kwek

Oh ask me not, not today
For my spirits have quite flown away
It flew out the window, into open air
And where it went, I know not where

For it told me not before it left
And it's left me quite bereft
For here I have to sit alone
And to the hours quietly roam

The hours pass, where've they gone?
For time just ticks on and on
And it cares not what I have to say
I cannot plead it to stay

Oh time! Oh time! Oh ruinous time!
Thou shall be my enemy I find
For you steal from pleasure and add to woes
When I find that you must go

And leave me not with a quiet hour
To just enjoy the present's power
As I rush from task to task
It did not seem too much to ask

But no, you will not listen to me
You cannot talk, you only flee
Treating my words as if not heard
Oh time, you're a hopeless coward!

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek

Sunday, November 11, 2018

A Rainy Afternoon


A Rainy Afternoon

By May Kwek 

The rain hums just outside
The world’s cast in a grey light
As the clouds shift in the unshifting sky
And the wind passes sleepily by

The air is cool, the breeze is sweet
The earth and rain in rhythm meet
To form a soothing symphony
Which fills the ears so pleasantly

To this stage bold birds fly
Between the rain, against the sky!
And to those peering through windows
Their forms appear as darting shadows

That dance and rise, that swoop and fall
There for a moment or maybe not at all
For the rain provides its own curtain
And behind its veils the dancers are hidden

Till the rain eases and all we can see
The buildings, the people, the birds, the trees
And with one last chord that strains and falls
The symphony sounds its final call

For the wind soars high and blows away
The clouds to rain another day
And as they drift away without a care
They leave a memory that they were there

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek

Monday, October 8, 2018

The Train Station

The Train Station

By May Kwek

I wait at the station
My ticket in my hand
For this paper tears and sweat
And years of my life were spent

So now I can take a train
And go off into the unknown
To the places I’ve never seen
And every hope that’s grown

A train arrives clad in gold
It brightly shimmers and shines
Surely it must go somewhere
Really great and fine

I hand the conductor my ticket
He does not allow me inside
For he says my ticket
For this train isn’t right

So with regret I watch the train go
And vanish into the mists
And wait for yet another
Certain there’ll be nothing amidst

A train of silver comes
Sparkling like a dime
I hand the conductor my ticket
But this train isn’t mine

So I go back to waiting
Watching people come and go
So many board, all going somewhere
While I am waiting so

Stuck on the platform
Watching wrong trains go pass
Platinum, diamond, even lead
Hoping they’ll be mine at last

But they’re not and I have to watch
As I stay despondently still
Watching as people move on and go
And wondering if I ever will

Again and again I try
But the answer always seems to be
“This train does not go where you’re going”
“So wait for the next please”

So I wait and I wait
Agony eating at my soul
I’ve spent my life on this ticket
Is it as worthless as fools’ gold?

But each conductor tells me wait
The train that is mine will pass
For surely this stillness in time
Cannot forever last

And finally a train rolls in
Its carriages beaten and old
I hesitatingly hand in my ticket
And up on board I go

Surely there must be some mistake
This train is a wreck
I did not work for years
To ride in something like that!

But then the train leaves the station
And where others turn right it goes left
Out of the concealing mists
That leave so many bereft

It leaves it all behind
And ahead I see fields of gold
Oh. Now I understand
That’s where I’m meant to go

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek